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| Helena O, I am out of breath in this fond chase.
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies,
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears.
If so, my eyes are oftener washed than hers.
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear.
For beasts that meet me run away for fear... Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Is 't not enough, is 't not enough, young man,
That I never, no, nor never can
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
A Midsummer Night's Dream
William Shakespeare
II, ii, 94-101, 130-135.
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| It has to ability to lift you up into the skies, make you soar like an eagle, and bring you to unimaginable places. It fills you with happiness and optimism for whatever life brings -- even a sense of invincibility can be involved. It has been said that if you want something badly enough, and have hope and faith that one day it will be yours, all the world will conspire with you to achieve it. With each step we take, hope lifts us a little higher, taking us closer to that which we desire.
But the very moment before you find bliss, hope lets you down, it lets your world crumble before your eyes. Instead of the promised euphoria, simply find disappointment. Hope is cruel like that -- it likes to play games, forever dangling the prize before your eyes just to snatch it away at the very last moment. The fall from grace is especially devastating because it's so sudden, so unexpected. Hope shows no compassion; it has no mercy. Because it knows you'll forgive it soon enough and return to its game, if for naught than the thrill of the chase. And the cycle of jubilience and pain continues, neverending.
Knowing this, why do people continue to hope, to believe that things will be different this time? Sure, each affair is unique so we let ourselves believe in what could never be. But in the end the same agony of betrayal is felt. Yet we never learn. Are we all secretly masochists at heart?
This I promise myself...
Tomorrow, I will do something for myself. I will have courage and I will be happy. Hope, I will continue to play your petty games but dammit, I will find joy.
Because it's not funny anymore...
Sometimes people just need to wallow in self-pity. Do not disturb. It's a private thing.
Happiness cannot be commanded. Stop trying to do so.
I want to be financially independent.
I have been spoiled. | | |
| A leader is someone to look up to, a role model, a guiding light in the dark wood, a muse invoked in the quest for greatness. A leader strives to be fair, unbiased by personal affections -- or the lack thereof; a leader tries to see the truth in each situation. A leader is observant, seeing and hearing beyond the superficial. A leader is compassionate, graceful, and sincere. A leader speaks what he means and means what he speaks. A leader does not walk around in circles.
A leader has a vision and the determination to achieve it. A leader does not seek others to achieve that vision for him. A leader does not condescend; he is not overly critical. A leader encourages others to be better than what they think they can be; a leader inspires others to do better than their best. A leader demands of himself much more than he asks of others. A leader has integrity and is dignified. A leader is not afraid to admit when he is wrong; a leader does not believe himself superior. A leader understands what it means to be common; a leader does not forget his roots. | | |
| When you give someone a present, you shouldn't expect one back. Gifting isn't about what you'll get back; it's about the reasoning behind the gift. Maybe it's to say, "thank you." Or "Merry Christmas." Sometimes it can just be on a whim. Whatever the case, giving someone a present is simply about liking the person enough to show your feelings in material form. Yet, when someone close doesn't return the favor, on your birthday for example, you almost feel insulted, as if they are saying, "I don't value you that much." The lack of reciprocity may be understood if the individual was unable to gift at the time -- due to financial or geograhical hardships. But to refuse to return someone's affections, simply because of personal unwant, is rude. Gifting by an acquaintance may mean "thank you;" gifts from a friend or someone close says, "I care." So please, next time you receive a gift from someone close, remember to return the favor. It's nice know when someone cares. | | |
| Don't dream too far,
Don't lose sight of who you are,
Don't remember that rush of joy,
Don't fall for that ploy.
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been,
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in.
Don't wish, don't start,
Wishing only wounds the heart.
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl.
There's a girl I know,
She who is loved so --
I am not that girl.
Excerpted from "I'm Not That Girl" from Wicked: The Musical. | | |
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