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Coehlo on what it means to be a writer

Mon, 18 Oct 2010 13:45:50 -0400

This is what Paulo Coelho thought being a writer means when he was 15-

A writer always wears glasses and never combs his hair. Half the time he feels angry about everything and the other half depressed. He spends most of his life in bars , arguing with other dishevelled , bespectacled writers. He says very ‘deep’ things. He always has amazing ideas for the plot of his next novel, and hates the one he just published.

A writer has a duty and an obligation never to be understood by his own generation; convinced, as he is that he has been born into the age of mediocrity, he believes that being understood would mean, losing his chance of ever being considered a genius. A writer revises and rewrites each sentence many times. The vocabulary of an average man is made of 3000 words; a real writer never uses any of these, because there are another 189,000 words in the dictionary, and he is not the average man.

When he wants to shock somebody he says things like’ Eienstein was a fool’ or ‘Tolstoy was the clown of the bourgeoisie’.

When trying to seduce a woman, a writer says ‘I am a writer’, and scribbles a poem on a napkin. It always works.

When invited to say what he is reading at the moment, a writer always mentions a book no one has ever heard of.

This is from the book ‘Like the Flowing River ‘-by Paul Coelho.

Never m i n d. Mind h e a r t.

Mon, 30 Aug 2010 20:20:46 -0400

Never m i n d. Mind h e a r t.

To feel, to move, to exist..

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 14:13:29 -0400

To feel, to move, to exist..

Dedicated to the silence within, your best teacher, your best friend (& Shawn)..

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 13:28:00 -0400

Better to listen then to say just anything.

To speak with no feeling, better to say nothing.

Words with no heart, just words.

new reality, who would’ve known.. ready for the challenge

Fri, 06 Aug 2010 22:59:00 -0400

new reality, who would’ve known.. ready for the challenge

You seem to have missed the point

Sat, 31 Jul 2010 16:48:00 -0400

How upsetting it is to witness great potential go to complete waste— complacency, a soul killer, indeed.

New recipe of the day: Smoked Salmon and Scrambled Eggs on...

Sun, 25 Jul 2010 14:08:55 -0400

New recipe of the day: Smoked Salmon and Scrambled Eggs on Toast.. I’m just having too much fun with life

operation liberation

Sat, 24 Jul 2010 16:55:00 -0400

If I sense fear I’ll challenge myself to conquer it. It’s time to stir things up, the right way..

“Why not?” will be asked daily.

Giving in any possible way will be striven for daily.

However, gratitude, humbleness and patience will be necessary for success.

Photo

Thu, 22 Jul 2010 18:33:14 -0400

Coldplay- - Politik

Mon, 19 Jul 2010 12:59:00 -0400

Coldplay- - Politik

“Every man I meet is my superior in some way. In that, I learn of him” -Emerson

Sun, 18 Jul 2010 21:24:32 -0400

“Every man I meet is my superior in some way. In that, I learn of him”

-Emerson

I must confess, I'm obsessed

Fri, 16 Jul 2010 12:29:00 -0400

1) Green Tea— So many positive health benefits and the best thing, caffeine!

2) Bossa Nova— About the only genre of music that I can always listen to. I’m a moody listener, but bossa nova is just so soothing and uplifting that it tends to meet in the middle of wherever my state mind is.

3) Reading— You can never k n o w enough.

4) Running— I run at least a hour a day. It gives me comfort that I’m always doing something positive for my health despite the fact that with my current/temporary financial disposition, I’m always eating ramen noodles and other frozen junk that I rack up from Aldis and the Dollar Store (boy, do I ever miss the times I could afford organic).

Today, for my own self preservation, I will begin to forget all about you. It’s a must if I want to...

Fri, 16 Jul 2010 11:40:00 -0400

Today, for my own self preservation, I will begin to forget all about you. It’s a must if I want to continue with life itself. I hold myself back with memories and feelings of you and I must be completely alert and in tune at this present moment, always. Hopefully our paths will cross again, but I won’t be expecting anything, just being.

Farewell.

If you say my singing is off key, my loveYou would hurt my...

Sun, 11 Jul 2010 18:44:49 -0400

If you say my singing is off key, my love
You would hurt my feelings, don’t you see, my love ?
I wish I had an ear like yours,
A voice that would behave
All I have is feeling
And the voice God gave

You insist my music goes against the rules
Yes, but rules were never made for lovesick fools
I wrote this song for you
But you don’t care
It’s a crooked song, ah,
But my heart is there

The thing that you would see if you would play the part
Is even if I’m out of tune I have a gentle heart
I took your picture with my trusty Rolleiflex
And now all I have developed is complex

Possibly in vain, I hope you weaken, oh my love
And forget those rigid rules that undermine my dream of
A life of love and music with someone who’ll understand

That even though I may be out of tune when I attempt to say
How much I love you
And all that matters is the message that I bring,
Which is: my dear one, I love you

-Desafinado

time keeps on tickin', tickin'..

Sun, 27 Jun 2010 12:50:00 -0400

I can barely keep up with my life, everything is moving very quickly.. A list of things I want to get to when I finally get the time to do so:

Reality Check /Opportunists & Users/ Seeing into the soul

Happiness! The only reason why we live for anything

Chicago & Growth

Self Determination/ Self Preservation

Energy and who/what and how much of you give to

Sushi, Jay, The Present, Wastefulness & Humbleness

Green Tea Addict!

Attachments & Side Effects

Life, and why I see it as an art and moving within..

Daily Ramblings..

Mon, 21 Jun 2010 02:12:00 -0400

Ashley: He is just a stupid football player that likes fat girls

Me: Good! You keep saying that until you believe it!

Ashley: (laughing) We’ll just call him an equal opportunists

Me: You can’t get mad cause he’s a just man

Ashley: ‘Just’ don’t give a fuck

Me: (laughing hysterically) I misssss you!!

where my mind be?

Sat, 19 Jun 2010 01:11:00 -0400

It dawned on me today that I actually forgot that I was single. I’m so use to blowing people off by saying to them, “I’m in a relationship” now, that I have my own self convinced of this too.. Dating, lately, has just become exhausting, mind numbing and almost depressing.

It also came to me as a surprise that today is Friday when I had thought it was only Tuesday.

I’ve been pretty hard on myself lately, again. I’m always sure that I’m never doing enough and that I could always be doing more. My friends and family have to continually remind me of my awesome-ness, that I’m still not yet satisfied with myself. Maybe it’s because that I fear if I do start giving myself credit I’ll just stop trying and I’ll get lazy. There so much I still want to learn, see and experience, and I’ll continue to be restless until those needs are met.. Or maybe I should get a new perspective? Idk.

I’m addicted to running, everyday I have to run. Running is the only thing I’m consistent with, and that makes me happy because I know there is something that exists within me that can do something continuously if I’m passionate enough about it. I need that passion, there’s nothing more in the world that I want than that blissful feeling to live my life for something that I’m undoubtedly and completely passionate about. If I don’t have it then life just seems not worth living for.

I’m moving, again. The current roomie and I are packing up everything and heading to a 1 bedroom flat. I’m not sure how this is going to go, but I can only hope for the best (crossing fingers). Gotta save that change. Conserve is the word for 2010..

Doubt. Is it necessary (perhaps natural) or should faith alone...

Fri, 11 Jun 2010 01:28:00 -0400

Doubt. Is it necessary (perhaps natural) or should faith alone be enough? Can you have faith without doubt? Everything that I’ve been taught, shown and given, and still at times, I ~~doubt~~..

Today, I was notified that I would be losing someone who I always held dear. We see differently on what it is that consititues as ‘friendship’. To compromise would be an infringement on my truth. I’m sure she believes the same. ~~Pride~~ or having a greater sense of self-respect? Happiness no matter what, or balance in any and everything? I guess it will be what it will until a miracle comes knocking, and I believe in those.

How can you seriously miss and want something that you never even had in the first place? Am I in over my head? I’ve been contemplating on this mystifying concept for awhile now. There’s nothing more pesky than carrying around a bunch of emotions that you can barely make any sense out of. Understanding is needed, the trouble is, where do I find it? Action or patience? Walking away from the whole matter itself would be too easy, and too typical of me— or would it be smart? What I do I know is that it’s hard to be objective when your feelings are involved, and these feelings know no reason.

They say life is meant to be lived on the edge, but the thrills and the unknowning can become quite ~~exhausting~~ at times. Pacing ain’t easy when you’re impulsive by nature either.

I’m a sucker for aesthetics and harmony, and my aparment knows none of that. To be grateful or get moving? Free rent has definitely came with a price. Free just ain’t free, there seemingly always a sacrifice to be made.

This heart ain’t light today, but it has known of heavier things.