Do u wanna know, what does your life in the world mean ? Then think about a seed like a bean !
After it's been sown you simply leave it to grow Keeping an eye on it, will be better though In the meantime, you'll try hard to protect from the winds once they blow But you won't permanently do so, since once its mission is done, you simply will leave it to go To where ?! To the ground where it had been first sown Do thoughts inside you flow Telling you: " if every thing is created for a purpose, what have you been created for ? ....
Planning for the future is a skill that is innately human. An evolutionary achievement. It is thought that memory is used to predict upcoming events. That we use our own perception of our past to picture our future. Set goals. Plan. Do.
Some of us are better at this than others, survival of the fittest I guess
That checking societies boxes At appropriate ages is a sign of good mental health.
Maybe I don't fit that mold Maybe I don't want my past to dictate my future but I’d still like it acknowledged in the end credits in the movie that is my life that 'she could have offed herself much sooner but choose to write this **** poem instead'.
No I don't have a plan. I can't see the future But for the first time in long Time I know I have one
Sleeping on the airport floor and getting used to different time zones was almost an accomplishment for us. I considered the donut shop in Portland next to the church we were attending an added plus. We never got donuts though, only stood in line. I cursed at the sky and hoped things would be fine. God has a plan for all of us. I just hope you're included in mine.
Before you get to know me Let me tell you something. I've made plans To make plans About making plans. But I'm getting tired of that version of myself. So before you get to know me. Here's to never making plans. We will do crazy things. Or maybe we'll just sit on your couch. And we'll go with the wind and see where we end up. So before you get to know me... Know that I'm not going to stay the same. And I'm going to take all kinds of crazy risks. I just don't care anymore. Society can go **** itself. And all of its stupid plans.
Another beautiful crisis brightens Sunday's morning news and waking refreshed ... as if I still decide on a sleepless-in possibilities dissipating with ease into golden rays of early afternoon zero balance cloud there are old friends to still not write to projects to incomplete abound ***** ones that I particularly hate a few small fixes around the house I need to leave for another week neglected strawberries in the fridge which have grown plump and rich grey beards overnight that merge the scent of expired fires on the beach and stubbed out cigarette filters I can always listen to the summer rain gurgling down the broken gutter after the inspiring insanity of the past few days it's nice to discover any kind of mental rest impossible and with all those wonderful plans happening all at once there's a special loveliness to be found discovering they're all ones I can't face then there's parties to attend ... of course ... I wish! but maybe a quick check of my email hope you're having a perfect weekend and that it's beautiful where you are —roséline xo you pain
The mistake was building plans of sand, not preparing for the wave that could destroy it all.
RM. I've spent the past two years daydreaming about our future and in one second everything changes. in two weeks he will know if he has to move to the other side of the country.
