Spring Is Somewhere Else
Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying “yes” begins things. Saying “yes” is how things grow. Saying “yes” leads to knowledge. So for as long as you have the strength to, say “yes'. - Stephen Colbert
125/365 The cynic in me is dying a death today, and I'm glad. I woke up, read my poems, wrote a poem, listened to my favourite piano music and didn't give a hoot whether or not it was some pretentious hipster way of enjoying myself, because I damn well loved it. The wonderful thing about the internet is that it opens you up to SO MUCH to soak in, so much to learn about everything, so many people to connect with. Unfortunately, due to a flaw in the internet filtration system, it's also wired my brain to be a bit cynical sometimes. I miss uncynical me. I re-read some of my old 365s from 8 years ago, and I was just so freaking happy to be alive. This time last year I was kicking around in piles of leaves, with such a pure idea of love and life, and I'm sad that it got trampled on this year by cynics. So even though the leaves may be turning brown, my mind is somewhere lost in spring. Blossom, pretty thoughts, blossom once more! <3
Spring Is Somewhere Else
Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying “yes” begins things. Saying “yes” is how things grow. Saying “yes” leads to knowledge. So for as long as you have the strength to, say “yes'. - Stephen Colbert
125/365 The cynic in me is dying a death today, and I'm glad. I woke up, read my poems, wrote a poem, listened to my favourite piano music and didn't give a hoot whether or not it was some pretentious hipster way of enjoying myself, because I damn well loved it. The wonderful thing about the internet is that it opens you up to SO MUCH to soak in, so much to learn about everything, so many people to connect with. Unfortunately, due to a flaw in the internet filtration system, it's also wired my brain to be a bit cynical sometimes. I miss uncynical me. I re-read some of my old 365s from 8 years ago, and I was just so freaking happy to be alive. This time last year I was kicking around in piles of leaves, with such a pure idea of love and life, and I'm sad that it got trampled on this year by cynics. So even though the leaves may be turning brown, my mind is somewhere lost in spring. Blossom, pretty thoughts, blossom once more! <3