Tag: experience

  • Me3

    past me
    present me
    future me
    past me
    made choices
    present me
    is dealing with
    the consequences
    present me
    is making decisions
    future me
    is going to live
    with the outcomes
    past me never existed
    so who was past me
    to choose for
    present me?
    future me is never going to be
    so who is future me
    present me is
    setting the path for?
    I am present me
    the only me
    that truly ever exists
  • being aroace

    me not wanting to have kids
    me not feeling attraction
    me not understanding what all the fuss is about
    me failing to express myself
    why do I have to reproduce?
    why do I need to fall in love?
    why do I want to exchange bodily fluids?
    me failing to understand expectations
    me finding words
    me finding support
    me finding resources
    me finally able to talk
    me knowing I don't need to do anything
    me knowing there are others like me
    me knowing that I can contribute
    me feeling proud to be asexual
  • sometimes

    sometimes
    I feel lost
    and lonely
    like I'm all alone
    out there
    sometimes
    I feel the joy
    of the whole world
    resonating
    within me
    sometimes
    I feel the burden
    of being me
    among
    others
    sometimes
    I don't care
    what others
    think or say
    about me
    sometimes
    I feel to much
    and I do care
    what others
    do and say
    to me
    sometimes
    the world is
    a cruel place
    to live in
    sometimes
    I want peace
    and quiet
    without
    fighting
    sometimes
    I want
    belonging
    without
    outing
    sometimes
    I wish
    sometimes
    could be
    every time
    sometimes
    maybe
    all of us
    could be
    a little bit
    more inclusive

    for all of us

  • experience life

    take a picture
    make a flower
    wake a dog
    chant a rhyme
    plant a tree
    grant a wish
    smell a breeze
    repel a weed
    tell a tale
    steam a meal
    esteem a field
    dream a cloud
    create a thing
    rate a herb
    bait a herring
  • The little plant

    Once there was a little plant.
    And like all little plants it wanted to grow and expand, to see, what the garden had to offer.

    But the big plants said: “You are a flower, so behave like a good little flower and stay in your bed. Be pleasant to look at and be fragrant.”

    Meanwhile all the little herbs could grow wherever and however they wanted. The little plant envied them and sometimes thought to itself, what it would be like to be as free as a herb.

    Then someday some weeds came along. They chatted with the big flowers and herbs but were met with some kind of distant respect. They also spoke with the curious little flowers and herbs.

    So the little plant made its first contact with a completely different kind of plant and was very smitten by their tales. They could move freely without the restrictions imposed on flowers or herbs. They were able to explore all the mysteries of the garden and beyond.

    And after a while the little plant realised that it never would be the kind of flower that all the big plants said it should grow into. At that moment the little plant started to grow more confident. Deep down in it’s roots the little plant felt, that in fact it was neither a flower nor a herb but a weed.

    When first it told the other flowers and herbs about it’s realisation it was met with contempt. But the little plant started to spend more and more time with the weeds and soon looked more and more like a weed itself.

    And when the time came for the weeds to move on and to explore another batch of soil in the garden the not-so-little-plant-anymore said goodbye to all the flowers and herbs it grew up with and went with the weeds.

    The plant then explored many more batches of soil, met all kinds of different plants, flowers, herbs and weeds alike. It made a lot of friends along the way and grew to be a big, strong weed.

  • course

    Picture, picture on the wall.
    Tell me your secrets,
    I want to know them all.
    I can tell you tales from far away,
    From mysteries all around you.
    I'll show you places beyond your imagination,
    Hidden jewels right in front of you.
    I take you to landscapes of dreams,
    I teach you how to build them yourself.
    You'll need to be open minded,
    Making new experiences.
    Forge trough life with keen observation,
    Take what is useful and discard the rest.
    Try new things, learn from mistakes,
    Pay attention and act decisively.
    Then someday when you look back
    You'll hopefully be able to say:

    This was a life lived to it’s fullest!