There isn’t a tragedy
Your mistakes do not define you.
Your mistakes do not represent all of who you are.
You're much more than your situation, your problems or your mistakes.
Never give up.
For a few people on prose who have seen my post on creating this challenge, it's no surprise that I think estherflowers1 is a know it all. Even though she claims she is more of a know nothing, which is exactly what a know all would say. I always find something to learn from her posts and challenges. She makes me use the dictionary a lot, which is a good thing since English is practically not my first language.
Another person I think is a know all is danceinsilence but in more of a wise way than a smart way, if that makes any sense. I appreciate his comments the most. He is always so encouraging and insightful and seems to always know what to say. He does crack a lot of dad jokes though. So there's also that.
Lastly, TW might be the closest to human I've met on prose. She is as random and inconsistent as humanly possible. She seems to like the most random posts and enters the most unconventional challenges. And then she totally disappears for some time afterwards. Or maybe that's just Prose also being it's usual random and inconsistent self.
But she is such an open-minded person. I like that about her. There is also the fact that she has helped me get past a rough patch before with her kind and relatable words.
Ok, that's it.
Man or Mouse?
This is a test of how much courage you have. Hold your head up, display good posture and carry on as usual. An intimidator feels threatened by you. He/She will eventually stop the behavior or get even more aggressive which is where they make their most critical mistakes. You may have to bring out the "mama bear." It is difficult to do for us mild natured people. As the country song goes, "Sometimes you got to fight to be a man."
Do, there is no try
Go and carry out the desires of your heart, determined to accomplish the goal with which you have set forth, for if you suffer the weasel of doubt to worm his way into your mind and tell you that you cannot accomplish it, if you attempt with only half an effort, believing that the task is hopeless, it will be as if you had done nothing at all.
I Am That, That I Am.
I am that fleshy, sinful outer shell of human rubbish, filled with hidden animalistic qualities that operate under the blood-pumping instruction of a fragile, intricate inner-web of veins, arteries, muscles, fatty tissue, heart, throat, kidneys, liver, bones and brain that I am able to make a series of choices throughout the span of my life to dictate the condition and possible outcome of my destiny, which unless fate is truly written in stone by the mightily divine fingers of God, and by doing so has predetermined that of which I am and also that of which I possess the unique potential to be.
Shakespeare to Sham-spear
“How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath?” - Shakespeare
To say to me when thou art out of breath how thou hast breath, art thou that out of breath? - Sham-spear
For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?” - Shakespeare
Of my bad parts for in love with me didst thou first fall, which? - Sham-spear
“O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.” - Shakespeare
To be known by, thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name, o thee devil let us call. - Sham-spear
Take a concise sentence and make it wordy.
Apprehend a breviloquently compressed conceptualization of theoretical supposition and elevate it beyond it’s fundemental qualities of elucidation, conceiving a brobdingnagian accomplishment of non-formulaic phraseology which presents itself (in perhaps the most fatuously laudatory of terms) as handsomely palaverous.
You’ve been Socra-teased
I don’t like Aristotle. Aristotle was wordy... he talked too much. One of my many ex-step-fathers’ lived by the credo that if he vomitted enough words, then the law of percentages said that eventually something intelligent sounding must come out of his mouth, so he never shut up. The same is true of Aristotle. It’s true! Look it up! Aristotle had something to say about every... damn... thang.
I will use as an example this quote a friend brought up of Aristotle’s: “No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.” Literally taken Aristotle is calling sex and procreation lunacy, but let’s move beyond that. The sentence seems like a simple truth at first glance, but as always with Aristotle, it is too wordy. To prove my point, let’s remove the word “great” from it? “No mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.” Doen’t it already make more sense? Is it only the “great” minds which contain a hint of madness, and not all of them? Of course not. A trip to any local Walmart, or a quick flip through Instagram, will easily prove otherwise. Show me the man without a hint of madness, and I’ll show you his corpse.
Aristotle, without mincing words, could have said the exact same thing using half the verbiage... how about: “Madness resides in every mind.” You see? Only 5 words! This is why I am a Socrates man. Aristotle was too wordy. And like Socrates I have questions about everything. For instance, do you think Aristotle threw the word “great” into that sentence because he worked for Alexander, and thought it a good way to call out the boss without getting canned?”
Hmmm... maybe Aristotle was smarter than I think? Or perhaps I’m crazy for thinking otherwise? Damn! If I am a touch madder, does that by extension make me great? Or at least greater?
Hey! You seem a bit crazy yourself! What say you?
Oh, nevermind. Maybe it would be a good question for Plato...
Tonight's the night to wear my fangs.
To knock at the doors with all my gangs.
To gather on candy and sweets and things.
To see what mischief the night will bring.
As we walk to doors in gangs of ten,
I see witches, and ghosts, and little minion men.
I see characters and gremlins and big boogie bears.
I see police and firemen and kids with big hair.
I see transformers, and angels, and devils, and such.
This is Halloween night, and I love it so much.
As the night fades away and it's time to retire.
Our candy is looked over, some thrown in the fire.
But not a bad hall for a night of good cheer.
I can't wait for Halloween to return next year.
Leaves = Potato Chips
No matter how you look at it,
Leaves in autumn
Are just nature's potato chips.