"Acceptance Before Change" is this week's featured written piece on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section. Everybody can check it out now, here! vtdigger.org/life-culture
"Over the Valley" is this week's featured visual art on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section. Everybody can check it out now, here! vtdigger.org/life-culture
The search for identity is a never-ending quest! But it sounds like you already have a grasp on who you are, who helped shape you, where you come from, and where you want to go -- that's so much more than many of us can say, truly. I also found this piece so wholesome, reading the positive attributes you assign to your friends, family, and yourself. Keep questing!
I love reading about other people's nostalgia, nostalgia as a theme... it can be as universal as warm cookies from the oven or a cartoon we all watched, to something as pointedly specific as this, the rainbow suds of a car wash you used to go through with your parent, sibling, or significant other; you can read this poem in a few different ways. No matter who the speaker is referring to, there's a pronounced innocence to this piece that shines through and tugs at the heart.
You bring up a point that I wonder about often: Is it a GOOD thing that I can turn on music (or a podcast in my case, usually) any time at all and simply drown out the world around me? Because with that option there, it just becomes the thing that one does. Taking a walk along a quiet, tree-lined street, even, the perfect time and place for personal reflection: Already I've got my headphones on without even realizing it, and find myself numbing myself to the world around me. How much birdsong do we miss? How many snippets of conversation, signs of the LIFE being lived around us? But also, what peace a pair of headphones can bring, keeping you safe in your bubble. Anyway, as you can see, this piece has really got me thinking...
This is a lot like something that happened to me. I'm so sorry, it really sucks. I hope you're doing better, even though you can never really forget how people hurt you.
I legit started crying as I read this, because I found this so relatable. This poem made me feel less alone, like someone really understood what it's like to feel this way. Thank you so much for writing this!
Totally! I think its gonna be better that I have all of these supportive people around me, if only through my computer. But don't be surprised if they take away my computer. That's probably how far I'd expect it to go thou.
"Acceptance Before Change" is this week's featured written piece on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section. Everybody can check it out now, here! vtdigger.org/life-culture
"Over the Valley" is this week's featured visual art on vtdigger.org, up now in their Life & Culture section. Everybody can check it out now, here! vtdigger.org/life-culture
The search for identity is a never-ending quest! But it sounds like you already have a grasp on who you are, who helped shape you, where you come from, and where you want to go -- that's so much more than many of us can say, truly. I also found this piece so wholesome, reading the positive attributes you assign to your friends, family, and yourself. Keep questing!
I love reading about other people's nostalgia, nostalgia as a theme... it can be as universal as warm cookies from the oven or a cartoon we all watched, to something as pointedly specific as this, the rainbow suds of a car wash you used to go through with your parent, sibling, or significant other; you can read this poem in a few different ways. No matter who the speaker is referring to, there's a pronounced innocence to this piece that shines through and tugs at the heart.
You bring up a point that I wonder about often: Is it a GOOD thing that I can turn on music (or a podcast in my case, usually) any time at all and simply drown out the world around me? Because with that option there, it just becomes the thing that one does. Taking a walk along a quiet, tree-lined street, even, the perfect time and place for personal reflection: Already I've got my headphones on without even realizing it, and find myself numbing myself to the world around me. How much birdsong do we miss? How many snippets of conversation, signs of the LIFE being lived around us? But also, what peace a pair of headphones can bring, keeping you safe in your bubble. Anyway, as you can see, this piece has really got me thinking...
This is a lot like something that happened to me. I'm so sorry, it really sucks. I hope you're doing better, even though you can never really forget how people hurt you.
I legit started crying as I read this, because I found this so relatable. This poem made me feel less alone, like someone really understood what it's like to feel this way. Thank you so much for writing this!
yeah (><)
ok well that's better than what else could happen
Totally! I think its gonna be better that I have all of these supportive people around me, if only through my computer. But don't be surprised if they take away my computer. That's probably how far I'd expect it to go thou.