I wonder if poets feel the need to define poetry.
I wonder if they wish to attach a definition to what they hear in their hearts when they read and compose in verse. 53 more words
This is going to be my first ever ‘blog’, so it is probably going to be really bad…but who cares? Anyway, am i the only one who always ends up being stuck home while all my friends are out and you’re like “Tomorrow i am going too start going out” but when tomorrow comes you make random, bullshit excuses for not going out…and then you’re like “I will Defiantly go out tomorrow” which turns into a daily thing..Well i’m probably the only one because my life is really boring. I need a life.
As much as I harp on about setting up a daily practice, I have to admit that I’m kinda terrible at maintaining my own. Then again, mistakes, lapses, and unexpected events are often the case, and with an already-packed schedule, sometimes prayers or meditations or offerings get pushed back or forgotten entirely (and made up later with profuse apologies). 2,425 more words