You were given life; it is your duty (and also your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight.
–So true…
Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via bookmania)
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Essays
Writing essays is a constant battle of mine. I wonder if anyone has coined a word that signifies this fear for taking thousands of words and producing a coherent, organized, and creative “paper” from them. Maybe: compophobia? I don’t know. However, I do know that I have a preexisting condition that prevents me from writing to the best of my ability when it really counts. There is so much doubt and anxiety discombobulating my mind as I set down at my desk to create any written piece of work. What if my writing is lackluster, not cohesive, and/or completely unsatisfactory? These are the fears that plague the page of my Microsoft Word document as I lay my fingers slightly on my keys, and await for my insane perfectionist nature to take over. Even now, I have managed to write a mere two sentences on an essay that, if finished, can hold many positive things for me. This never-ending dilemma I face confronts me even now and manages to get the best of me. So here I am, on Tumblr, a site I fail to check regularly, wasting my oh so important time. Darn this compophobia.
untitled by phillip kalantzis-cope on Flickr.
Awaiting to be lifted up and taken to new realms of adventure and experience.
Sometimes I dream of running away.
Don’t you ever think of escaping?
Oh, how wonderful, liberating
it must feel to just abandon a life,
problems, troubles, heartache,
and just run.
Run as fast as your feet will
allow, until you feel as if you
are floating, your toes barely
touching the ground,…
roar!
So this is arguably the cutest thing in the world
About me
The forum of boredom, occasionally mingling with creativity.
