c. joseph mcgowan

where transcendentalism and southern prep meet

How can you not love America? (at christmas in july)

my juicy jew (at home)

"i hate mondays"

in light of tomorrow 

being whatever tomorrow may be 

(in this case, its a significant,

earth-altering date, 

9-11,

i thought 

i might reflect on those 

who mean 

something 

to me. 

you mean something 

to me, 

whomever you 

may be. 

why that is exactly 

i don’t even know at times. 

i go over the short history that is my known life 

thus far 

and i laugh at its futility and frivolity 

(although there is meaning 

or was meaning in that moment, 

however minuscule it may seem 

currently). 

things like eighth grade loves,

horribly embarrassing notes 

passed in class that i still keep 

locked away in a box as if 

i’ll someday find great inspiration 

from the hand of a 15-year-old girl. 

the thought that a person can enter 

the obscure “life” of yours and almost 

instantaneously take hold 

and forever leave 

a mark 

is daunting, 

it’s sublime. 

each day we take 

the risk of finding such people. 

maybe that’s why people turn 

reclusive and avoid social interaction: 

to save themselves from 

the torment 

that can be love 

and meaningful relations. 

we never fully appreciate where we currently stand 

in our lives. 

it takes a subtle 

reminder 

or nudge 

of self-reflection for the thought 

to dawn on us that we are truly 

lucky. 

lucky to be alive. 

lucky to live in times like these. 

lucky to be free. 

why be selfish if 

you understand this wonder that 

the present truly is? 

why yearn for the past 

when the day has yet to be seized?

why neglect the now

There are blessings every day. Find them. Create them. Treasure them.

TheDailyPositive.com (via thedailypozitive)

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calebbabcock:

No worries if you don’t have any trees

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Midnight in Paris (2011)

(Source: strangeandnorrell)

costumeharpy:

Be a writer!

thekhoolhaus:

The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for.”

-Ernest Hemingway

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