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| what am i doing with my life?
Anyway, I never thought I was an "extreme" on any spectrum. But I guess I am now. Whatever.
On the other hand, I'm finding out that more people have social "tunnel vision" than I thought. Okay, well, my exact words would be "closed-minded," but that's not exactly true. I guess you could call them stubborn/opinionated too. eh.
...I dislike being so bitter right now.
and whatever happened to, "There's more to life than ___?"
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"DEAR EDITOR: I am 8
years old.
"Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
"Papa says, 'If you see it in THE SUN it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
"VIRGINIA O'HANLON.
"115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET."
VIRGINIA,
your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a
skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they see. They think that
nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia,
whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours
man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless
world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole
of truth and knowledge.
Yes, VIRGINIA,
there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and
devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest
beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa
Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS.
There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable
this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The
eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus!
You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men
to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if
they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees
Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real
things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you
ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they
are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen
and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the
baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering
the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of
all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy,
poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the
supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA,
in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God!
he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia,
nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the
heart of childhood.
Makes me smile. Enjoy Christmas everyone! ^_^
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| i don't understand how vicodin makes me hyper...but whatever.
i don't blog in here a lot, i guess, hehe. but i'm helping christi with her personal statements, so i might as well.
i was suggesting themes for a song for phil to write, and i suggested a song about completing a puzzle. and how frustrating it is. especially when you're missing pieces. or when you can't seem to fit one piece with another no matter how much you think it should fit. no matter how much it looks like it will fit with another. and how you have to start first with the edges and corners since they're the easiest, even though they aren't all that easy....so if that's a song, I wonder what the metaphors could be. I could think of a few, hah.
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| :) I PR-ed again!! Haha, at the beginning of the season, I was like, okay, it's senior year- it's pointless trying to do well this year. But I think it'd be a better if I ended that "chapter" of my life on a good note, right? And this year's gonna be tough to do since I'm so wiped out from school and college stuff and not even running as much as last year =P
But, like I've told another friend, I realized that while a lot of the other athletes do better when they're "in the zone," so concentrated in their own thoughts they don't even know what's going on, or when they're angry or w/e, I've been jumping better and running faster when I think of happy thoughts, XD You guys know me. When I'm happy (thinking of Christi), I get all smiley and spazzy and stuff, and then I jump farther by like 5 inches, ahaha. I guess spazzing is my equivalent to adrenaline??
Oh man, how's life gonna be like w/o track? I already have my "essence of life" gone in San Diego...who btw is so ADORABLE, hehehe...
And spring break...I think I might cry, lol. Math - those packets, english - poetry stuff, govt - type up everything, french - oral presentation and my part of the script (sorry guys...) Aside from that, I'm so excited though!! I'm doing the Overnight Host Program down (up?) in Berkeley. Haha, I'm such the geek in the family. No seriously. When my daddy found out I got accepted into all my UC's, he was so shocked. Then he turned around and told my little sister that he'll be happy if she just goes to san jose state, lol.
And hopefully, the weather's gonna be warm enough this week to go swimming, =] Howevermuch I hate uneven tans, I love floating in the water, haha. | | |
| ...dude, there's only like 3 months left before school ends...did she really have to move? T_T I wanna be happy about so many things right now, but I can't, knowing yesterday was the LAST day I'm ever going to see my CHRISTI! T_T
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