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incustank12
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State: Ohio
Metro: Dayton
Birthday: 11/12/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Weird Stuff: Poetry, Family Guy, Music, Literature, God, Ohio State Football, Formula One Racing, Cars, Philosophy, Watching the Sun Set, Staring Up at the Stars, Generally Admiring the Wonders of Creation, Starbucks, Movies, Fireplaces, Rain, Thinking
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  incustank12
Member Since:
12/4/2004
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| I find it hard to ever remain stasis. Life is such a fluid experience. I am constantly learning and evolving, failing and succeeding, celebrating and grieving, winding my way down a path in the hopes that it will ultimately lead me to greater wisdom, compassion, and maturity. Although the path deviates into the realm of suffering, pain, heartbreak, and despondence I am thankful for the sublime opportunity to live through it all, and I am cognizant of the more-rounded person to which each excursion brings me. Moreover, I am sustained by the knowledge that the path will also deviate into realms of elation, excitement, and love. In the end it is my sincere hope that my net impact on this world will be a positive one. The only way such a marvelous dream could be possibly realized is if I embrace all of life's profound experiences and endeavor to learn from all of them.
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| In my wildest dreams I really wish people were more genuine with each other.... I don't think I will ever understand how people can be so nice to each other in person but say such mean and hurtful things about one another in private. This post has no real alterior motive and is not meant to imply anything about anyone, nor am I trying to put myself above reproach... I just see so much of it on a daily basis that I am sick of it and choosing to vent my frustration. I am trying myself to live up to the standard of my own words and I implore anyone else out there who feels as I do to do the same. Maybe I am missing something in all this... I can't be certain.
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| "In my beginning is my end"
T.S. Eliot
Life impresses and astounds me...
As a western society we always tend to view existence in a linear manner, as a succession of events stretching towards eternity. Yet, all around us life works in these amazing cycles. From the changing seasons to the raging emotions in our own heads to the great tides of both ocean and movements of great pith that sweep over our shores, life oscillates between birth, death, and rebirth. When viewed in this manner each step becomes essential to the one succeeding it, thus death becomes essential to rebirth. Some may consider this view of life as confining or despondent much akin to the alcoholic stuck in a cycle of rehab and remission. However, after thoughtful and deliberate consideration I find it liberating... Suddenly opposites become inexplicably intertwined... depression and elation are each essential to truly experiencing its antithesis
I am by no means claiming to have stumbled upon a sort of enlightening, but I do like to dabble in a little thinking every now and then. This just is one of those observations I tend to like to ruminate on...
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This is probably pretty close to what I look like right now... HAHAHA...
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Words can be so beautiful...
What are the roots that
clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot
say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead
tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry
stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under
the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at
morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you
fear in a handful of dust. ~T.S. Eliot The Wasteland
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