Courage doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the
end of the day saying,
“i will try again tomorrow.”
If you guys have been wondering where I’ve been, I’ve been backpacking the Oregon section of the pacific crest trail! It’s beautiful and I’ve learned so much. Expect a shit ton of pictures when I get back in a couple weeks
My abstract algebra book just called out people who complain about “imaginary numbers.”
“This terminology has led generations of students to view the complex numbers with more skepticism than the real numbers. Actually, all numbers, such as 1, 3, PI, -3, and i are inventions of our minds. There is no physical entity that is the number 1. If there were , it would surely be in a place of honor in some great scientific museum.”
My book is sassy as fuck.
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling.
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn…
With every goodbye you learn.