Feminism is the belief that both sexes may become equal by focusing solely on one of them.
— I have never heard such an apt description of feminism.
Just a little eskimo really.
The Night
As the night draws on, the dark remains unforgiving.
A night which has been described in so many ways, by so many men.
Though, many see the night as the negative in the equation. The evil to the good of day.
But the night is so free! The night is the novel to the sufferer of writers block. It is the blank canvas to the poor street artist.
It is a chance, a new beginning more than a old end.
Against the moons transparent veil
Where footprints mark its celestial trail
In silent sorrows ephemeral grace
The rise and fall of human race
To those that profit in affliction
To reap no truth or wise conviction
But empty praise and muddled diction
The night may be huge and empty and sometimes seem endless, it is beautiful. No more creative is the painter by Day than by Night. It is just a different canvas.
I am so tired. All I seem to be doing with my life is just moving fast forward. I’d like some time to just slow down, take a look around me. I think we go through life not looking at things in detail. We seem to what to do everything first and fast, without appreciating whatever it is. Unappreciated Earth.
Ich atme dich ein und nie wieder aus
Schließ’ dich in mein Herz
Lass dich nicht mehr raus
Ich trage dich bei mir in meiner Brust
Hätt alle Wege verändert,
Hätt ich sie vorher gewusst.
Jetzt steh ich am Ufer
Die Flut unter mir
Das Wasser zum Halse
Warum bist du nicht hier?
Listening to Philipp Poisel through my new speakers. Wow.
Philipp Poisel - Eiserner Steg (Klavier Version)
I am J. Bennett
I am 19
I have a Job, in accounting no less.
I have a supportive, but irrational and not always functioning family.
I have a fantastic girlfriend.
Officially Addicted
Þegar að við kysstumst
Inní mér syngur vitleysingur
Heros
When we’re young, we all look upto someone. Their presence fills us with hope, and we have faith in them. We idolise them for different reasons. Sometimes it’s because they always do the right thing, other times it’s because they have that force that seems unstoppable in one way or another. And other times, it’s just because they’re always there when they’re needed.
We picture these people and, they seem so fantastic, so impermiable, that there’s something Super-Human about them. Because we see them as so much better than ourself. They’re beyond whatever you can imagine acheiving.
Recently, I’ve come to realise, with quite sound clarity, that we’re all human. That we’re all joined at the same limits as each other. And our heroes, our idols, the people we look up to, they’re no better than us. They have the same flaws and wont ever escape them.
They aren’t any ‘heros’, not really. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t believe in the people you see as super.
