“She knew that what she felt with the skin of her arms was the cloth of his shirt, she knew that the lips she felt on her mouth were his, but in the rest of her there was no distinction between his being and her own, as there was no division between body and spirit. Through all the steps of the years behind them, the steps down a course chosen in the courage of a single loyalty: their love of existence- chosen in the knowledge that nothing will be given, that one must make one’s own desire and every shape of its fulfillment- through the steps of shaping metal, rails, and motors- they had moved by the power of the thought that one remakes the earth for one’s enjoyment, that man’s spirit gives meaning to insentient matter by molding it to serve one’s chosen goal. The course led them to the moment when, in answer to the highest of one’s values, in an admiration not to be expressed by any other form of tribute, one’s spirit makes one’s body become the tribute, recasting it-as proof, as sanction, as reward-into a single sensation of such intensity of joy that no other sanction of one’s existence is necessary.”—(“Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand)
Tag, you’re it! Here are the rules: Each tagged person must post ten things about themselves. You have to choose and tag ten people. Go to their blogs and tell them you tagged them. No tag back.
Ten Things about myself >_^:
(1). For some reason I feel like I’m looking in a mirror when I see pictures of Emily Browning.
(2). I don’t understand why people make eating into an activity
(hah, I’m probably just a little bitter because “hanging out” according to most people in my life translates into “eating”…which bores and annoys me because I don’t have the best digestive system. 0_o)
(3). Money makes me insecure.
(4). My need to travel is almost taking on a painful physical quality
(5). I love to see how people live their lives…I almost get energized by it.
(6). Regina Spektor is one of my biggest role models in that…she knows what she’s doing.
(7). I don’t believe in a greater hell beyond this planet (so that weeds out “The Devil” concept)
(8). Dreamland really interests me.
(9). I really want to write a book (s) and make a film one day. (I feel like there’s some intense story wrapped up in me that I haven’t really been able to decipher yet).
(10). I contemplate the concept on love in my head constantly.
“So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life. You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.”—J.K. Rowling (via venebelle)