As far back as I can remember I was bullied in school. I read science fiction, comic books and poetry. I drew, painted and wrote. I was principled, upbeat and cared about people, animals and nature. I spent many hours exploring the woodlands behind my house in New York. I was also shy, immature and lonely.… [Read more…]
November 29, 2011
Critical people are a bane on my life. A poison to my soul. Am I being critical? Does that make me a hypocrite? I don’t mean pragmatists. You can be a pragmatist and not be critical. I myself am a pragmatist with borderline optimistic tendencies. No. I’m talking about the critics in my life. The negative.… [Read more…]
April 24, 2011
The problem with being an emotional hoarder is that you never throw anything away. Which is after all, the definition of a person who hordes. Pretty soon there isn’t room for anything new because the old is crowding up the place. There isn’t room for new events, memories, people or opportunities. It is just like… [Read more…]
April 28, 2010
I hate suffering. I even hate the word. I hate the idea of being in love with suffering. Not just because I think it is stupid or a cliché – it is – but because as much as I hate to admit it, there are places in my life where it is true. “The truth… [Read more…]
December 20, 2009
The first time I came across this poem from Walt Whitman I fell to my knees in agony. It broke my heart because I truly understood the loneliness, the bitterness and the envy.
December 2, 2009
Every day in school was not about education or learning but rather it was about getting enough air while not being seen. Everything I did in school was about trying to survive.
December 8, 2011
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