YouTubeSometimes the strongest messages come from the most unexpected places. In a video being widely circulated on Twitter on Monday morning, Royce Mann, an eighth grade student from Atlanta, is shown performing a slam poem titled “White Boy Privilege.” Across the social network, the video is being celebrated as the definition of responsible self-analysis by…
Thank you stacilys for these healing words!
It seems that November is a festive month for many. For Americans there’s Thanksgiving, but there also so many people that are born during this time. It must have something to do with Valentine’s Day being in February. November is always a festive time for me. I celebrate two very important dates, my wedding anniversary […]
Remember, remember this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to be acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.”
— Sylvia Plath
Jorge Luis Borges was a famous writer, essayist, and poet from Argentina. His first poem, ‘Hymn to the Sea,’ was published in the magazine Grecia. Today, he is recognized as one of the most influential figures in Argentinian literature. With wild imagination and innovative literary skills, he left his mark in the world literature as well – […]
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Little voice whispering in my ear,
“Oh, you can have just one my dear.
One won’t make you fall apart!
One won’t hurt,” and then I start
To think you about, romanticize
What happened in the past
Only recalling the good times while forgetting all the bad.
Reminding myself to, “Just have one,” that “one won’t hurt, it might be fun.”
Then, Only God knows how many I’ll have
After the first, I get a free pass
to ruin my life and stop my success,
trip over my feet and do less than my best.
For that voice in my head saying that it’s okay
Was the last voice I heard before my relapse today.
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