Living a courageous, self-chosen life as an adult
We are inexorably affected by life; it goes on, in almost clockwork motion.
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We are inexorably affected by life; it goes on, in almost clockwork motion.
Soon, thousands of graduating seniors will, in a sense, be making their first steps into unfettered adulthood. The university they have attended the past four (or more) years will no longer be the dominating institution in their lives; they will no longer be beholden to parents, professors, or academic advisers.
I rather enjoy waiting rooms.
It’s rarely an easy life being a criminal, but being one under an authoritarian regime may be downright impossible.
Inherent devotion resides within us all.
Unhappy with where you live? Perhaps you seek the geographical cure.
The best way is not always the most complex.
You are infinite.
We live in a time and era where the collective consciousness is that of constant transition — the old and outdated is rapidly replaced with the new and modern. Old ideas are cast aside for updated ways of thinking and doing; the modern age is fast, endlessly applicable and ever on the verge of obsolescence.
I have a hypothetical situation for your consideration.
I have a hypothetical situation for your consideration.
In American society, seniority has often been an important factor deciding who gets what. Especially in society’s highest circles, those who have stayed the longest tend to get the best treatment, the benefit of the doubt, the corner office, the final word.
Imagine a world of total personal freedom.
I refuse to pay for comedy.
Los Angeles should be its own country.
A few months ago, I was talking to a friend about the nature of peer leadership. In the academic s ense, it seems as though young leaders only excel in their respective fields of study or athletic pursuits, while comparatively few of them lead lives rich in personal emotional experience.
Forgive me for saying so, but I enjoy going to school Monday through Friday.
A life lived alone is a life not worth living.
First, there is blissful silence. You are asleep, left alone in a world of rest and relaxation.
This past Thursday, I was driving home. It was about 9 p.m., and the Arizonan stratosphere was igniting a spectacle. The sky was chaos; lightning fanned out across miles, and soon the rain began. By the time I reached McClintock from Lot 59, water was hitting the windshield in waves.
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