Evenings—red, rose-colored, pink—often pacify people into forgetting their suffering. The sun half gone and the sound of water running its course through a stream, river, creek—lead people into a trance. They’ll be completely enraptured, and then they’ll see cruelty and inexcusable pain, again. Then they’ll see the moss on a tree and become entranced, again. They’ll be entranced, and…
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Bodies of Water Bodies of water are blueish-green, clear blue, dark blue holy sites. But is there enough purpose and meaning in that? A body of water trapped in an indifferent universe must justify its own existence, just like a self-conscious sacred spot must ask itself “why am I here?” Being a refuge for others…
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Maybe my quietude, my reading habit, my journaling, my attempts at published creative writing, and my meditation and prayers, are enough to see me through. They’re enough to last me for the rest of my life. Maybe I don’t need other people—I don’t need approval, acceptance, popularity, or even close friends. Nor do I need…
Read Morec: final essay from my creative writing class :(
Creative Writing 4745/The Sentence: Strategies For Writing. Final Essay/Project. 12/15/2021. College, Career Trajectory: The Concentrated Elements of My Likes And Interests. I’m Trying To Attain An Undiluted Formula; One Not Diluted With Unessential Or Weakening Agents Which Will Reduce Its Potency. I don’t get the third chapter of my math textbook, and it’s frustrating because…
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Once one stops expecting anything to happen, in her life—once she stops expecting anything from anyone, and once she refrains from anticipating anything, or wanting anything in particular to happen…and once she stops wanting negative situations to cease—at that point, she will live her life in a natural state, untainted by vain desires and unnecessary…
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I’m not trying to lose weight, anymore. I am 269 pounds. I no longer am trying to lose weight. I am actively trying to eat healthily, drink enough water, exercise, sleep, and etc. If I lose a bunch of weight through this process, that’s great. If I don’t; I no longer desire to be one-hundred-and-something…
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I’ve had people say to me—and I’ve also sensed them thinking—you know, Ethar, you should smile at all times. You should walk down the street smiling. (I’m a walker—a hiker, in fact. I take an hour or two hours’ walk, on certain days. Most other days, it’s half an hour, or under an hour.) “You…
Read Morewhy we should encourage visual artists, and other creative professionals—why the arts are important
A look at the benefits of artistic expression—especially visual art—beyond political commentary, protest art, and art for social change. I feel that the arts have often been studied and considered for the social commentary and political protest that it can embody, or put forth. I feel that the arts have been lauded or approved of…
Read Morec: long prose poem/third-person essay. 🛐🏵💔 actually, this might be just a stream-of-consciousness journal entry that’s written in the third person. (third person, past tense.) i think this can be described as a vignette or a lyric essay, too.
She felt that the difficulties in her life could never have been avoided, really; that it was just something that had happened, that had happened very forcefully and almost authoritatively (violently), and that there was absolutely no stopping of it, at all. This realization gave her a lot of peace of mind and enough resolve…
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I feel that there’s nothing I can’t do. I can go walking outside; I can listen to music on my mp3 player while lying down on my small bed in the corner of my room (I pushed it there so that I can be in the corner, at the intersection of the two walls); I…
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