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finding your path.
when we were younger, it was easier to find one’s path. “i want to be an astronaut.” “I want to be a doctor.” “i want to save the world.” i want to fight for change.” but, as we get older, we allegedly become more realistic. our dreams start to fade and turn yellow. it’s not practical. you can’t make money doing that. only a small percentage of people get to do that. then poof. dreams simply disappear.
i went to law school because i wanted to work for aclu. however, my partying ways during said pre and actual law school experience made that virtually impossible. so for the last seven or eight years post graduation, and taking and passing the bar, i’ve been trying to make do with what i can get. having no direction. trying to find any job to pay off my law school loans. making myself believe that some dreams just aren't meant to happen. but, deep down, i still want to fight for civil rights. heck. i actually went to the press conference when the california supreme court ruled that marriage was a state constitutional right. and i was in cloud nine. one of the best moments of my life. and i forgot about how much i love fighting for people’s rights.
but, now i remember. and i am going to try to pursue that somehow. civil rights. it’s why i went to law school. it’s why i decided that it was a good idea to take on the aforementioned law school loans because it was worth it. so i have to do this. i have to find a way to make this my life and passion again. and not forget. my path.
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You want to know what drove jay pritchett? People telling me i wasn't good enough. there's something about a person telling you you can't do something. it just lights the competitive fire. drives us to take risks. opens us up to new opportunities. everything I did, i did to prove the naysayers wrong. so to everyone who didn't think i was good enough, how do you like me now
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everyone lies.
it's like their only truth
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To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
e.e. cummings
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What is the best for me at this moment?
A good friend's advise regarding what to do when faced with doubt
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unsafe and unsupported.
this is just a vent. i oftentimes feel unsafe and unsupported. what does that mean? honestly, i don't even know what it means. it’s this feeling i have. i can’t describe it. the best way i can put it into words is that i start feeling like ill-intentioned people just need to get out of my shit, u know? don’t people have lives? don't people have better things to do? clearly not. i don't even like people. that’s the funny thing. i was told to pray for guidance. and sit still. i should do that. because god knows people can’t help me with my life.
** p.s. this feeling is in my list of things to avoid from people, i.e. friends, employers, etc. gotta trust the gut
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We care for our souls when we care for other people
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It's less painful to surround yourself with complete people. Broken ones always find a way to hurt u whether intentionally or not
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penguin story
once upon a time, i saw a documentary called “march of the penguins.” i loved it so. and it inspired me to create a story in my never-ending mind. said story has developed through several talks with myself and others. i will try to write it in several series because it’s too cute for one … so here it goes ….
chapter 1: it begins …
there is my bare-chested daddy standing by the deep blue ocean water and waving to us. he is wearing his favorite bright blue and yellow hawaiian shorts. his jet-black wavy hair, which matches his equally black mustache, slightly waves as the gentle breeze quietly storms through. he is a scientist. the smartest scientist in the world. and the blonde lady donning a modest yellow one-piece swimsuit standing next to him, that’s my my mom. she is a teacher. the smartest teacher in the world. and the little girl playing in the sand wearing the cutest yellow with blue polka-dots two-piece baby bikini. that’s me. my name is ella. i’m four. i think.
I was building a sand castle, or more like a big mountain of sand, when i saw in the corner of my very little right brown eye something small and black waddling around the water. i put my face closer to the thing. it finally opens its eyes. *blink* *blink* oh my god! it’s a pet.
“Daddy! Daddy!” i screamed as i picked up The Pet and threw it up in the air.
Shaken and surprised, my parents came rushing towards me.
“What’s wrong ella?” inquired my loving mother.
“i have a pet. i want to name him pat.” i gushed and showed them the smallest penguin you can ever find. i cradled him in my arms like i did with my baby dolls.
“isn’t he so cute?” i added. pat just looked lovingly into my eyes and my parents. and then mine. then my parents. then mine. *blink* *blink* *blink*
“oh no.” i looked up at my mom. her right hand covered her open mouth. she had a worried look on her face. my dad just stood there with his right arm around her. he pushed back his black rimmed glasses up his nose.
“he can sleep with me. in my room. pleaaaaaase.” i begged.
“well, i am a scientist and you are a teacher. i’m sure we can try to build him a home, right?” my dad replied as he looked at my mom. my dad. he’s my hero. he would do anything for me. even help me keep a pet penguin!!!!
“yay!” i looked at pat who looked slightly confused. but, such confusion quickly turned into happiness when i gave him the biggest hug i can give a small pet penguin.
as we drove home that day from the beach, i knew my life had changed. all of our lives had changed. i turned next to me and saw Pat all buckled up in my old baby seat. i smiled. Pat just stared blankly at me. Then he blinked and flapped his little wings. He seemed happy. I turned to my father and caught his eye in the rearview mirror. he eyes smiled. i smiled. i saw him quietly put his right hand on top of my mother’s left leg. i smiled even more. i looked out my window and saw the houses flashing by as the neighborhood grew increasingly more familiar. we were in our way home.
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Be regular and orderly in your life, so that you may be violent and original in your work.
Gustave Flaubert (via the New Yorker’s profile of Julianne Moore (apparently she is fond of this quote))
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the circle of life …
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