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The Jar | Live. Love. Learn.
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Live by loving. Love by learning. Learn by living. Live Love. Learn. I look at a jar, a porcelain beauty. How much , I ask, for me to see? It’s priceless, it’s priceless , he says to me. What is with this jar that cannot be free? This man holds it with passion and love. He holds it with pride; he holds it above. I just stare at the jar, that porcelain jar. A jar that’s so bright it shines like a star. A trophy, a medal, a prized possession,. This jar is the man’s life-long obsession. Is This the Girl?
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Who I was | Live. Love. Learn.
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Live by loving. Love by learning. Learn by living. Live Love. Learn. Protected: Who I was. This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:. This post is password protected. Enter the password to view comments. Future Psychologist Writer-in-the-making Optimist I believe in God, free choice, and the power of creative thinking In life, we become two different people: the Audience and the Performer. My dreams, my world, my realities. View Full Profile →. Hang on a Shelf.
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October | 2012 | Live. Love. Learn.
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Live by loving. Love by learning. Learn by living. Live Love. Learn. Archive October, 2012. You can rest now. I had my brother with me for today’s training because he had no more classes. I kind of felt bad about taking away what was left of their semestral break by forcing him to come to training but anyway, this is also beneficial for him. This was the last day of training during the span of the whole semestral break so it really shouldn’t be that much of a burden for him. 8211;had a much better stance...
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April | 2013 | Live. Love. Learn.
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Live by loving. Love by learning. Learn by living. Live Love. Learn. Archive April, 2013. Give everyone the benefit of the doubt. You think you know who they are but then, after just one conversation, you completely change your mind about them. That. Future Psychologist Writer-in-the-making Optimist I believe in God, free choice, and the power of creative thinking In life, we become two different people: the Audience and the Performer. My dreams, my world, my realities. View Full Profile →.
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I Saw Something New | Live. Love. Learn.
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Live by loving. Love by learning. Learn by living. Live Love. Learn. I Saw Something New. I saw a man, sitting nearby. Slowly I wondered, and then out from my eye,. A teardrop fell I started to cry. I wiped it off, then wondered why. Why does he have to suffer this way? To suffer throughout the cold night and day? Why does he have to be put into shame? To be put into a narrow pavement of blame? How can a man end up so little? How can he end up so broken and brittle? Anyone can see how fragile he is,.
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Is This the Girl? | Live. Love. Learn.
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Live by loving. Love by learning. Learn by living. Live Love. Learn. Is This the Girl? When I look in the mirror, who do I see? I see this girl staring back at me. I ask myself, again and again,. Have I finally let myself out in the open? Is this the girl who loved to sing? Is this the girl who had everything? Is this the girl who followed rules? Is this the girl who smiled through her blues? Is this the girl who’s always kind? Is this the girl with the clever mind? Is this the girl who was never afraid?
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Who? | Live. Love. Learn.
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Live by loving. Love by learning. Learn by living. Live Love. Learn. This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:. This post is password protected. Enter the password to view comments. Future Psychologist Writer-in-the-making Optimist I believe in God, free choice, and the power of creative thinking In life, we become two different people: the Audience and the Performer. My dreams, my world, my realities. View Full Profile →. Hang on a Shelf. She’s Part of Us Too.
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December | 2012 | Live. Love. Learn.
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Live by loving. Love by learning. Learn by living. Live Love. Learn. Archive December, 2012. I know, Sir. Our professor in Social Psychology was discussing something about the self, when he started talking about height. 8220;Do you want to be taller? 8221; He asked one of my block mates. 8220;Yes.” She answered. 8220;Who do you think is tall in this class? Almost everyone said “Erika” at the exact same time. My dreams, my world, my realities. View Full Profile →. Hang on a Shelf. She’s Part of Us Too.
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As I Long To Be | Live. Love. Learn.
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Live by loving. Love by learning. Learn by living. Live Love. Learn. As I Long To Be. Tonight, I find myself stuck once more. To the realm of dreams and wistful yore. Tonight, I find myself bound again. To the love I feel for you now and then. I saw you there, fair and dashing. You walked towards me, my heart’s clamoring. I feel some sort of deep yearning,. A suppressed need, a kind of longing. I long for your kiss, warmth, and tenderness. I long for that face, that unclouded peacefulness. Future Psychol...
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She’s Part of Us Too | Live. Love. Learn.
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Live by loving. Love by learning. Learn by living. Live Love. Learn. She’s Part of Us Too. Walking on the sidewalks, I saw her sitting. She was sitting there quietly, peacefully wondering. I guess she was wondering how she got there,. How she got here, she was painfully unaware. She did not know why her clothes were torn. She did not understand why she was horribly worn. My guess is that she used to live in a place,. A place of her own, her own personal space. But now all she has is her life to gamble.
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