Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Having the Courage to Say "I Don't Know"

It feels like we are expected to have an opinion on everything. Politics, religion, that pair of shoes, sports, music, food, etc. Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of opinions (have you been reading my blog?) but sometimes it gets a little crazy when we are supposed to have a strong opinion on things that we might not even care about. The result? Well I have definitely seen people make judgments without doing their research. They will say "this is the best" or "that sucks" all day long but cannot produce a reasonable answer when asked why. I know I am being very general here, but just work with me. Part of the beauty of life is that we don't have all the answers, we are still learning. So the next time someone asks you if you are, for example, conservative or liberal, don't just spout out the first thing that comes to your head that sounds right. Figure out what it really means and make an informed decision.

Have the courage to say I don't know, but then have the will to go find out (if its not about that girl's shoes.)

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


Walking home, eyes to the ground, noticing for the first time the stains that leaves make on the cement after a storm.
Locking myself in my version of Antigone’s cave, hoping (but only a little) that my fate won’t be so gruesome.
Three day old water slowly swishes down my throat. Semi-suffocating, I imagine myself fully submerged.
Horizontally resting, but finding no rest. My staring eyes are tired, my view of everything is tired.
Hour after hour pass. I wait for them to say something, to do something. But only silence.
My mind like the planets, wandering (as the saying goes), but mostly still, so still.
Wanting to gasp awake, realizing I wasn’t breathing. But I’m conscious.
Ate a bag of potato chips, decided against eating an apple.
Back under the covers, always stay undercover.
My pen unused, my book unopened.
When does it all end?
12 o’clock time.