Catching me unawares, you raced me to the watercooler,
mocking my gait.

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How true this saying is: Sometimes you'll never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

That happened in J2 with a classmate.This memory still pops up now and then, never failing to make me smile at the silly triviality which is, at the same time, spontaneity that is very appealing.

Religion is an answer to man's ultimate questions. The moment we become oblivious to ultimate questions, religion becomes irrelevant, and its crisis sets in. The primary task of philosophy of religion is to rediscover the questions to which religion is an answer.”

~ Abraham Joshua Heschel, from God in Search of Man : A Philosophy of Judaism

Nowadays we believe we can buy much better things than we could produce ourselves, and getting what we want requires no more effort than a barely prehensile prod at a keypad. We have become consummate consumers, gourmets of culture, super-spectators, and our sophistication as audience-critics has out-stripped our making and performing skills. But the old hobbies, games and handicrafts haven’t disappeared. Instead they’ve changed from something we do into something we watch. TV programmes on DIY themes from cooking to home makeovers to ballroom dancing have professionalised the amateur: the old parlour games are played by professional entertainers, while amateur performers compete for the affirmation of fame and a professional contract. And so, whether we judge ourselves lacking the wit of TV quiz panellists at one extreme or gawk at the humiliation of talent show competitors at the other, most of us daren’t risk it ourselves.

We fear the amateur in case it causes us to loose face and look uncool. But at the root of the word amateur is the Latin amare, to love. An amateur pursuit is something we have genuine passion for, regardless of how we look to the outside world. By abandoning it, we lose the pleasure of doing something that is playful, creative, absorbing, and solely for itself.

- Cathy Haynes on the Fear of the Amateur

From letterstocrushes.com:

October 22

a,
i hate to say it but my brain is a poetry organ, my heart an ever-reaching muscle, and you are a beautiful girl forever in a sunday dress.

— anonymous

October 5

you,
you really want to know? i like you as much as my mum likes to sew. i like you as much as i like to climb trees and ride bikes. i like you as much as i like polaroids and bags from op-shops. i like you as much as i like feeling pretty. i like you as much as i like picnics. i like you as much as i like sunrises. i like you as much as i like books. i like you as much as i like music. i like you as much as i like the silence. why?

because i love the way you dress, and i love that you like to climb trees and ride bikes. because you make me feel pretty, even in second-hand clothing. because you took me on a picnic to cheer me up. because you make me want to write. because i think your music is beautiful. i like you because you can sit with me in silence. and i like you because you will listen when i feel like talking.

you know when people say little things and they just fit into that tiny place in your heart? your words fit nice and comfy.
— me

I'm easy to get along with, really.
Make me feel at ease, which is most easily achieved through good-natured taunting, or don't make me feel like i'm obliged to entertain you
and I'm your friend.
I don't get why I have so few friends. xD

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i have this impatient urge for self-expression for the sake of it
i have the impulse to create words to make meaning for myself,
but no content.
have to keep in mind expression isn't limited to words though.