...that's unheard of You better watch how you're listening and where you're watching Or you and your friends might end up in a bored coma I really hate to doze off but this movie is DULL As they sleep, I see myself watching this creep, fool Al Gore’s the kinda dork the little homies don’t wanna be like On my knees at the television saying prayers for it to stop that is my vision Been spending most this movie, living in a bored paradise Been spending most this movie, living in a weary paradise Keep spending most this movie, living in a sleeping paradise Keep spending most this movie, living in a stuporous paradise Look at the situation they got me facin' I wanted to learn about global warming, I was raised on MTV So I gotta be down on Al Gore’s movie team His ultra boring movie has me just chasing dreams I'm an uneducated fool with climate change doubts on my mind Got my head in my hands and a haze in my eye I'm a loc'd out dirty energy banger And my generation is down so don't arouse my polluting parents, fool Death ain't nothing but a toxic breath away, I'm living life, do or die, what can I say I'm 25 now, but will I live to see 26 The way things are going I don't know Tell me why is Al Gore is so boring and unable to see That the ones he hurts are you and me Been spending most this movie, living in a bored paradise Been spending most this movie, living in a weary paradise Keep spending most this movie, living in a sleeping paradise Keep...
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...I’m holding my beautiful wife in my arms on the living room floor, I’m running my hand across her short brown hair. Tears are falling down my face. Office Eli is lying on the floor with blood flowing out of his head. There is blood everywhere and all over my black t-shirt. I see cop lights from outside. The cops burst in my house and run to the living room. “John, what happened?” Officer Marks ask. I just keep crying and I hold Veronica’s head against my chest. An hour later they take Veronica into the ambulance. I just sit on the floor crying. “John, I need to take you in for questioning.” Officer Marks says. I get up and walk with him to the cop car. I get in the back and he drives down to the station. I’m sitting in a...
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...For me is as simple as: living well and laughing often. The idea of living well is a very broad statement. Living well, in my opinion is getting success in personal, social and professional life. If I can achieve all of these three levels of success, I believe that I have lived well. Personal success for me is being able enjoy little things that life has to offer. For instance; understanding and appreciating diversity. To have someone to love and treasure, to meet the right person, fall in love, and get marry. To feel that I’m able to love my child and pass on wisdom to him .Feeling that someone loves me, is something that makes me completely happy and successful. Because I believe that without love, life is not thoroughly complete, thus never truly achieve success. I believe that, by being mentally and physically healthy, I have achieved personal success. When I get home to see my loving husband, my loved child, and then I’m able to sit down, relax and appreciate life, then I’m successful in my own right. Social success has a lot to do with the natural tendencies that I as human posses. For instance, I have identified good friends that I can count on as well as they can count on me. Meaning that I have good friend where I can rely on. I know that if a need help on anything, there will always be a helping hand. A part of societal success is also to learn how to treat people well, and I have been blessed to have such a great family that has showed me how to treat people since...
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...While this may seem like quite a harsh benchmark — How can one be excited about living every day? Isn’t that wearisome? — it is possible. And no, it isn’t wearisome at all. I’m not talking about crazy highs where you jump around screaming at the top of your lungs, though that can happen on some days. I’m also not talking about being 100% happy without a single ounce of negativity in your soul (this would have more to do with achieving nirvana than finding your life purpose), though it can well be like this on some days too. Here, I’m talking about a constant, inner excitement about life where you know your place in the world and that you’re doing things to make it happen, even if slowly. Even if you have a “naturally jaded” personality, even if you are 40, 50, 60, or even 70, when you have a purpose and you are living true to it, life is filled with meaning and happiness each day. Which brings us...
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...feel as though they have more to offer to the United States than the Italians (Drutchas, 2011). Also, the Americans feel as though I’m not capable of producing the same amount of work; and that I’m not as intelligent as those from Germany and the British Isles (Drutchas, 2011). Additionally, being from Italy, I’m not given the same opportunities as the immigrants from Scandinavia (Drutchas, 2011). In fact, because I’m from Italy the Americans put me in a lower category. They feel as though I’m incapable of assimilating to the United States standard of living (Drutchas, 2011). Most importantly, I’m hesitant about pledging my loyalty to a political organization, when they...
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...They said this is how we were to die. They said it would tear us all apart, which no one will even know that we ever existed, boy were they ever wrong. March 23rd 2287 is the day the world changed and became this non existing place I’m at now. Sitting in my living room and remembering looking out the window seeing what I feel is a very dark cloud just spinning faster and faster. I think to myself this looks like a tornado but there was something different, it didn’t draw down to the ground like a tornado does. This cloud I thought, seemed to get bigger and darker and I just couldn’t stop looking at it. What is this phenomenon? All of a sudden there is an alert on the hologram in the living room with the president of the United Nations....
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...in the Night: The Vampire Bat Authors Note This essay of a memoir has been submitted on April 7, 2013 Oh my god! This did not just happen to me. I find myself locked outside of my apartment with just my underoos on. I'm around eleven or years old at this time in my life. My mom and I have been in our apartment for about a year or two at this point so know my neighbors petty well by now. I had just moved to Maryland from Savannah, GA a few years ago. I'm slowly adjusting to being a latch key kid because my mother was a corrections officer and worked odd shifts sometime early morning or the midnight shift. I have two older brothers Mike who is the oldest at 7 years older than me and Toby who is 6 years older than me. They are not living with us at this time. My mom has been working these odd shifts for a year or so at this time so I was used to being home alone. There were rules I had to follow to keep myself safe. I'm pretty sure all latch key kids parents made them live by these rules as well. Never open the door from anyone but my mom or my brothers unless given direct instructions from either one of them. Don't give the impression that I might be home alone. Sometimes I would leave the television on or radio in the living room to give the illusion that there is some activity going on inside our apartment. This being home alone at night had become standard operating procedure at this point. There were just a few things that really bothered me when she would...
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...My Personal Mission Statements I’ve been living in this world for 20 yrs. I’m with a loving family that stays strong no matter how hard the problem is. I’m Rogiena Joy Clavel the only daughter of Rogelio and Norina Clavel. I have 5 brothers and I’m second to the eldest. I grew up that all the things I want is I can get. Maybe one of the reason is I’m the first granddaughter in my mother side and I’m the only girl in our family. They all treat me like a baby until now mostly my uncle. I graduated high school in Jose Rizal Institute (Orion). First I took up Nursing in BPSU but I wasn’t able to finish that course so I decided to change school and course. Now, I currently enroll in Tomas Del Rosario College taking up BEED and now I’m in 3rd year. I can’t live without my family. They give me strength in times that I feel weak. The love of my family is priceless. They not going to live you no matter how hard the situation is. They are less than a lover but more than a friend. No place like home. The only place that you feel safe and loved. Even sometimes we have an argument but my parents don’t let the day past to fix that. The bond that links us is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof. Someday I will become a teacher. A teacher that will become a role model to her students. A teacher that will makes her parent’s proud. A teacher that will make her parents dream come true. A teacher that...
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...for you. For me, I was born in Gothenburg, a small, quiet place in Sweden. I had the pleasure of living there for nine years, I never really at the time thought what an amazing place it really is. I’m not trying to say it has everything because it doesn’t - it just feels like home to me. It’s where I was born and raised. When you’re born somewhere and live there for quite a long time, you genuinely start to make a connection with it. It sounds really silly, but if you move country, the connection you had with that place will become a lot more apparent. As if your whole life, your heart is developing a special, strong bond with that place, you just don’t know it until you’re gone. I remember how at the age of seven (when you start school in Sweden), I would take a bus and a train, I loved this, it made me feel really independent, as if my parents had built that faith in me. I felt like I really deserved it, I felt like an adult. It was a total of forty-five minutes journey to school, by myself. At the time, I didn’t think that was a big deal, everyone did that. When all your surroundings have the same routine as you, it’s as if that small, precious thing isn’t really that valued anymore. You start to miss the smallest things you didn’t even consider existed at the time, such as the independence and safety there was in Sweden. People usually don’t like the thought of living in Sweden as they say “it’s too cold”. I never really saw that as a problem, some days we would get...
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... Living in a world being painfully shy isn’t easy. The worldview of you is not great, people always think there is something wrong with you or that you are weird. So I’m always walking around thinking to myself why am I here. People look at me like I’m crazy, but I’m really not I just do not know how to express myself. I always have to be mindful walking around making sure I do not slip up because people are very prejudice towards shy people. Hopefully one day I will be able to, but for now I’m just painfully shy. Every day I wake up dreading having to go to school. I already know as soon as I get there people are going to make fun of me and tease me and so on. So I just look down walking through the halls and think why can’t I be normal and outgoing like everyone else? I get to class and get my pen and paper out and wait for the teacher to come in. While I’m waiting no one talks to me and I’m too shy to talk to them so I just sit there and self-talk to myself or write in my journal about how I wish everything could be different. I do this in every class. When it’s time for lunch I’m “the weird kid” that sits by himself at the table in the corner that’s never been cleaned. People laugh and make fun of me and inside I just wish I had enough courage to say something back to them but I can’t do it because I am just to painfully shy to stand up for myself so I just take what’s given to me. I go home after school because I’m too shy to get involved with...
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...A: Mr. Doherty, you are putting your dream into practice, aren’t you? B: Yes. There are two things I have always wanted to do---write and live on a farm. Today I’m doing both. I am not in E.B. White’s class as a writer or in my neighbors’ league as a farmer, but I’m getting by. A: Compared with the life in the city, how do you like the life here in the countryside？ B: I can say my wife and I have finally found contentment here in the country after years of frustration with the city and suburban living. A: Could you talk about your life here? B: Well, it is a self-reliant sort of life, and a satisfying life too. We grow nearly all of our fruits and vegetables. Our hens keep us in eggs. In the summer we canoe on the river, go picnicking in the woods and take long bicycle rides, and we ski and skate in the winter. We get excited about sunsets. A: How nice it is! It’s really a desirable life. Then have you encountered any /some difficulty? B: Yes. The good life can get pretty tough (15). In the first winter, we were buried under five feet of snow from December through March. One storm after another blasted huge drifts up against the house and barn (33). When spring came, it brought a flood. The river overflowed, covering much of our land for weeks (37). A: You are so busy, then do you have time for writing? B: I manage to spend 50 to 60 hours a week at the typewriter or doing reporting for the freelance articles I sell to magazines and newspapers (24). Thanks...
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...be great if you’d email theminimalists@theminimalists.com and let us know what youʼre up to. Contact Information: Joshua Fields Millburn Ryan Nicodemus email: theminimalists@theminimalists.com web: theminimalists.com Cover photo by Mick Evans and Hillary Hopkins Cover design by Colleen McCulla Formatting by Chris O’Byrne at ebook-editor.com Special thanks to four people who helped make this collection appreciably better with their editing and proof-reading efforts: Will Peach, Lee Knowlton, Cynthia Schrage, and Miles Price. Also: a big thank you to our readers. We appreciate you. We write these words for you. For —— and —— Contents Part One | Introduction About The Minimalists Foreword What Is Minimalism? 9 10 11 Part Two | Living in the Moment Be On the Mountain Clear Your Damn...
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...Imagine is a song by John Lennon which I believe talks about a specific worldview; Nihilism. Today I'm going to prove why. From reading the song lyrics, I believe that John Lennon is a Nihilist, which means John doesn't believe there's a heaven or hell. The lyrics say "There is no heaven, it's easy if you try, no hell below us, above us only the sky." With worldviews like Nihilism, there's this thing called "7 big questions about worldviews" One of the questions are "What do you believe happens after death?" Referring back to my evidence: "There's no heaven it's easy if you try no hell below us, above only just the sky" that's where this quote fits in perfectly to answer that specific question. I shall continue proving & expanding my evidence...
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...teaching children that labeling based on race,religion, and/or appearance is okay. These stereotypes affect how we treat other people and how people treat you. I've never suffered like African Americans or poor people do with stereotyping, so i've never truly been affected by stereotypes. I'm a typical white girl living in the suburbs. I'm not the skinniest, I wear the same few black outfits everyday because i dont have the confidence to wear anything else. People stereotype me as to lazy to wear anything else and are standoffish to talk to me because they think i will mean due to my RBF. But what I went through was nothing my friend ilana had to go through. Ilana was a 15 year old girl who moved from Dubai, United Arab Emirates to Cedar Park, Texas as a new incoming Freshman. Her ethnicity is Afrikaans, which is a White South...
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...honest, I intended to write this so much sooner than I did. Procrastination and laziness is a cruel and unavoidable temptation. I had planned to write on the first day of living at college, then I had planned to write after one month of living. Both passed and I was terribly lazy on both days. No more, I said. After hearing my roommate talking about how he loved writing for the online publication Odyssey, I decided it was time to swoop into action. I don't intend for this to be a blog specifically pertaining to living with Asperger's, it's just a more whatever place for me to write. I find myself becoming increasingly opinionated as time goes on, and I'm going to try to categorize my posts accordingly. Posts pertaining to Asperger's...
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