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Let's Go
On the first week of my last fall semester as an undergraduate student (Aug. 2018), my professor asked the class "what is art?" We all murmured amongst ourselves. She told us to write our answers on a sheet of paper. I wrote, "Art is a movement. It is a different aspect/point of view of society throughout time. One can visualize what was happening and how people were feeling through the art. Art is a visual form of history."
By Samantha Castro7 years ago in Motivation
Patience
"Patience is a virtue" many say; but what does that include? Some think it means having patience with others and not losing your cool when someone does something that upsets you. I found out it also includes being patient with yourself; breathing deeply and forgiving yourself when you don't reach a deadline or when you fail to go through with plans you made with friends because anxiety got the best of you or depression pulled you down into its dark depths of hell for some time and you just can't seem to get yourself out of bed. It is okay to not be okay sometimes. You are human. Forgive yourself.
By Catalina Glass7 years ago in Motivation
Seriously on the Right Track
I really don’t know why I am writing this. It’s the same old thing told once again—this time in my own words. How revitalizing! Not really. Then maybe this is my problem, and has always been my problem, my amazingly passive-aggressive attitude. My outlook hasn’t been stellar for some time, and the funniest part of that confession is that anyone who knows me would have never once thought that about me. That’s probably one of the greatest skills I have mastered with years of theatrical training (if that’s what we can call it). Ugh! I did it again. I spew passive-aggression and half the time I don’t even realize I am doing it.
By Mike Olsen7 years ago in Motivation
Showering with the Lights Off
I like it when it's peaceful. I like quiet, and being able to search through the thoughts in my head, opposed to their usual fighting over any background noise to be heard. Don't get me wrong, I'm as argumentative and competitive as the next guy, and my mother is one to quickly relay to any old friend she sees in the street that "it's like fame academy in our bloody house"; this does not mean, though, that I can't enjoy the silence. I like to listen to the gulls on a sunny morning and dream I'm somewhere else. Anywhere else. And I'm soothed by the soft breath of the person sleeping next to me, in a night extinct of screeching neighbours or party houses or racing cars and though I long for that elimination of noise, as soon as the soft trickle of breath silences to a mere rising and falling of the chest, I want it back. I want it back to hold me, to comfort me and enclose me in a blanket of warmth and love and life.
By hello baby7 years ago in Motivation
What Does Success Really Mean to You?
While I was studying for my summer classes, I was thinking of this simple word otherwise known as "success." I am pretty sure everyone has a good idea what the definition success means, but what does it mean to you? Although it may seem easy to define success, have you thought about it long enough? I mean have you thought about it thoroughly and not just googled the definition? I will google it anyway. If I just type 'success' in the google search bar, everyone will see that success is defined as "the accomplishment of an aim or purpose." Yes, the internet may be right and allow the usage of technology to help us with this definition, but there is more to that than meets the eye. I have pondered about this a lot.
By Sarah Elizabeth7 years ago in Motivation
Bitches Get Shit Done
My dad always told me when I was growing up, that I shouldn't trust anyone and to always look out for myself first. "Be kind to others, but not at the expense of your own happiness." I think those were his exact words... or something like it. Looking back, I wish I would've listened harder to his advice. I was so dead set on being right, that I didn't look out to see everything I was doing wrong. I thought I was so lucky. I could've sworn I had awesome friends who loved me for who I was. I could not have been more wrong. My dad repeatedly tried to tell me that they were using me. At the time, I didn't know how he knew right off the bat that they were using me. It didn't make any sense. Until I realized why. It took me about nine years to realize it was because he had known people just like the friends I had chosen. He had had friends just like the friends I had. It took dropping out of college and getting pregnant for me to realize who my true friends were. It took a ton of people abandoning me when they realized I had run out of money to spend on them. It took me overhearing one of the people I considered my best friend calling me a cunt and saying that she was just friends with me because of the parties I threw to realize that my dad had been right all along.
By Michelle Schultz7 years ago in Motivation
Struggle
Most people would say that they at some point in their lives have had to struggle. Adversity is an ever present part of our lives: trying to make ends meet, building our futures and families, and day to day living. At one time or another through our lives it will be, or has been, a struggle to get to where we want to see ourselves.
By Robin Person7 years ago in Motivation
From the Ashes I Have Risen
The words play over and over in your mind: "You're going to be an angel soon..." It's always in the back of your mind, as you are living this never-ending nightmare. Deep down, you know this is not what you wanted your life to be like, while constantly walking on eggshells, while listening to the constant reminders: "You are nothing without me!!"; "No one won't EVER want you again!!" All this time, you're just wanting love and acceptance so you learned to smile through the pain. You, then, succumb to remain an empty shell of who you once were.
By Elizabeth Forbes7 years ago in Motivation
Systematical Errors
Have we ever wondered what life itself is supposed to bring us? We are supposed to be these happy go lucky people although we are nowhere near happy. Behind every "happy" face there is a world of wondering if everything is going to be okay; there is one thing that we are not admitting to ourselves. Everything that happens in our life has a word based upon it. Happiness is just a word that is put behind a smile because it takes too many muscles to frown. Depression is just a word that we are supposedly "diagnosed" with when we are considered "abnormal," but what is normality? The world revolves around thousands and thousands of words behind meaningless emotions as we feel them. We may seem happy, when reality comes up behind us and makes us choose whether we want to smile or take the effort to frown. The world is a disaster and we are afraid to admit the worst to ourselves. We fear reality. We fear what is supposed to be a reality that we have to fight for. It's cruel and unusual!
By Sara Schutz7 years ago in Motivation
The Little Prince Philosophy
"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." Are we living the right way? Do we value what is important? Or are we just counting? Are we still humans? Or are we turning into mushrooms?
By Mariana Gigliotti7 years ago in Motivation
Where Were You Last Year - Pt.2
Wow. Well, that came on fast. My 18 years of life are being fulfilled this very moment and I feel g r e a t... but not quite in the moment. The day before my birthday, I was laying on the floor of my room crying (I know, what a great way to start this essay, especially with that intro line?!). But for real, I was crying. Sobbing actually. I already had my annual family birthday the weekend before and that was nice but I always kinda of hated it because it never felt personal. The party was fun as always but I was missing my friends. A lot of my friends couldn't show up because it's the first week of college and everyone is moving or freaking out about starting school. So no one kind of showed. My real wish for my 18th was just to see all of my friends again. I was willing to turn around, go back to Monterey for two days and burn back down to SoCal for Labour Day weekend, just to have a bonfire with them. But plans fell through, and I couldn't get all of my friends to come one one day so yeah, I was crying my eyes out. Yeah, it hurt like a bitch. Yeah, I laid there on the night before my 18th, crying my eyes out, trying to figure out a way to make my only true birthday wish happen. But it didn't. I guess there's no better slap in the face of reality than that. Welcome to damn adulthood little Lo. Who knew being 18 would be so heartbreaking.
By Lauren Day7 years ago in Motivation
