Sometimes I think Umbridge had it right - Progress for the sake of progress really doesn’t do anyone any good.
Why is it that the best writers are often the most broken? Is it because they have so much to tell…or so many things to warn against?
Is it really worth it to embrace our higher brain capacity? To try to be MORE than selfish animals crawling across the Earth? This question defines the constant stream of thoughts in my mind…
It is often harder than it should be to be true to oneself - in my particular case, my lack of caring for social status or the norms that define our culture today. If I have one goal in the coming times, it is to do more to make myself happy… to return to my childhood happiness, which in my opinion is our true source of happiness.
In my case?… This means abandoning gaming and pointless hours spent in front of a screen and finding a good book - fact or fiction - and immersing myself, and my thoughts, within it.
I’m really going to need my body to stop rebelling against me… especially when I don’t even know WHY I keep getting sick. Its never anything serious and only lasts a day or less, but it makes class impossible.
…is being unable to think with an open mind. Being unable to consider other theories, other possibilities. Not only does it condemn you to a life without the thrill of thoughtful discovery, but it also limits one’s ability to respect other views, at times bringing on a sense of paranoia.
I’ll take impatience anytime.