Resilience

Elena

I have not yet learned the meaning of resilience. I am still nonchalant about the recent bad luck. Yes, the summer of 2009 has been the worst summer I have ever had, but it's not saying much. Consequently it has also been the shortest summer, and I daresay that will change in the coming years. The older we get, the quicker time moves. Yup, that's just how life rolls.

I'm still walking on my two feet, and I can still play the guitar. It's not all that bad. Nope, not all that bad at all.

Unless there is a greater being that wishes me to draw meaning from these events, I will remain stagnant and unblinking.

Sure, it can be worse. It's not though.

Not yet?

I happened to hit a few more obstacles than a few people. NBD.

National Bank of Dubai.

(No big deal.)

If resilience is apathy, then I'm right at home.

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Tiffany

Yarrrrr.

My religion happens to require me to collect small souvenirs and keep them within eye-shot. They behave like teleportation devices and time-machines, taking me back...way back...to wherever I may need to go. Whether it be a feather or a button, or a picture with a note scribbled to the back (I actually haven't gotten any of those yet) they all serve the same purpose.

The same damn thing.

I'm not leaving empty handed.

It may sound selfish, but I believe...I have faith in the notion that at the very end, I will still value the time that people gave, if I don't remember anything else. It's a good shelter for a young mind like mine.

Time is one of the greatest, smallest sacrifices people make.

If time were a currency, wouldn't everyone have about the same amount?

You give it as you receive it. You don't really have a choice.

What the time was used for is a different matter.

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When I was much younger, I didn't believe anyone out there would want to blow up the world.

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Mary

Appeasement is a great tool when the parental unit is an able, effective unit. Simply put, they have cash and whatever else you may need.

Alas, I am at a disadvantage because there is nothing that the parental unit can offer that I can benefit from. Not anymore, anyways.

Down the line, I think you will probably resolve most of the conflicts...parents suck...all the time, everywhere.

Me? I think I might hate them for the rest of my life. I have good reason to. My mother cares more about an old car than her own daughter. That is unacceptable. Yes, she raised me, but she raised me with regret, and she raised me with the wrong kind of hope. She raised me with the hope that I would become a successful doctor and/or lawyer that would happen supply some cold hard cash for her retirement. I am an investment.

We all are, in a way. Some of us happen to be more loved than others.

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...and then I grew up and I learned there are way too many gray areas about the matter of blowing the world up.

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Anna

I'm not a starving musician yet, but I'm on my way there!

Getting the house robbed and owing San Jose Traffic a good sum of money sure gives me a head start.