The written word can make one pause and contemplate. It can make a reader sigh to dream or question a belief in considerable depth. But all of that is nothing if those words fail to touch the heart and make one feel.
To write as if your life depended on it to write across the chalkboard putting up there in public the words you have dredged sieved up in dreams from behind screen memories out of silence-- words you have dreaded and needed in order to know you exist.
My usual instruction to students when they are preparing to write their examinations is think before you answer the questions. I am convinced that some multiple choice answers could be so close that you might not know the very one that answers the question correctly Such is life. To choose your suitable dreams you must think well
I existed on my own terms. I was different my entire life. Some called me divergent wild crazy unpredictable and unconformedan apostate to the rules of the majority. I called myself Gods creation and found purpose in the madness. When that day came I didnt allow other people to dictate how I should feel or act. I learned there was no shame in imperfection because history had shown being different had the power to change perspectives and eventually the world. This is when I realized that flaws had responsibility. This was the day that I learned I was truly BLESSED.
Display politeness and frankness always both in action and conversation. Dont keep engaging in useless arguments. It scares your dreams away. Talk sensibly.