True Character?

“When others asked the truth of me, I am convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to live with.”

Alanis Morissette – Everything.

I can be an asshole of the grandest kind

I can withhold like it's going out of style

I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone

Who is as negative as I am sometimes



I am the wisest woman you've ever met.

I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected.

I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen

And you've never met anyone

Who's as positive as I am sometimes.



You see everything, you see every part

You see all my light and you love my dark

You dig everything of which I'm ashamed

There's not anything to which you can't relate

And you're still here



I blame everyone else, not my own partaking

My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating

I'm terrified and mistrusting

And you've never met anyone as,

As closed down as I am sometimes.



You see everything, you see every part

You see all my light and you love my dark

You dig everything of which I'm ashamed

There's not anything to which you can't relate

And you're still here



What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know

What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go



I'm the funniest woman that you've ever known

I'm the dullest woman that you've ever known

I'm the most gorgeous woman that you've ever known

And you've never met anyone

Who is as everything as I am sometimes



You see everything (you see everything), you see every part (you see every part )

You see all my light (you see all my light) and you love my dark (and you love my dark )

You dig everything (you dig everything) of which I'm ashamed (of which I'm ashamed)

There's not anything (there's not anything) to which you can't relate (to which you can't relate)

And you're still here



(You see everything, you see every part)

And you're still here

(You see all my light and you love my dark)

And you're still here

(You dig everything of which I'm ashamed)

(There's not anything to which you can't relate)

And you're still here...

“By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and Third by experience, which is the bitterest.”

A woman is often measured by things she cannot control.

She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn’t curve, by where she is flat or straight or round.

She is measured by 36-24-36 and inches and ages and numbers, by all the outside things that don’t ever add up to who she is on the inside.

And so, if a woman is to be measured, let her be measured by the things she can control, by who she is and who she is trying to become.

Because every woman knows, measurements are only statistics, and statistics lie.

“For me, the adventures of the mind, each inflection of thought, each movement, nuance, and discovery is an immense source of exhilaration.”

All your life you are told the things you cannot do.

All your life they will say you aren’t good enough or strong enough or talented enough, they’ll say you’re the wrong height or the wrong weight or the wrong type to play this or be this or achieve this.

THEY WILL TELL YOU NO, a thousand times no until all the no’s become meaningless.

All your life they will tell you NO, quite firmly and very quickly

They will tell you NO, and YOU WILL TELL THEM YES.

“There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, like a laborious mosaic.”

Our Deepest Fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our Deepest Fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our dark that most frightens us.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so other people don’t feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine as children do.

It’s not just in some of us it’s in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people the ability to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear our presence automatically liberates others.

“When you embrace all the things about yourself which you find unlovable, you will have automatically allowed the space for its opposite trait to manifest”

People don't know how to love. They bite rather than kiss. They slap rather than stroke. Maybe it's because they recognize how easy it is for love to go bad, to become suddenly impossible... unworkable, an exercise of futility. So they avoid it and seek solace in angst, and fear, and aggression, which are always there and readily available. Or maybe sometimes... they just don't have all the facts.

Anger and resentment can stop you in your tracks. That's what I know now. It needs nothing to burn but the air and the life that it swallows and smothers. It's real, though - the fury, even when it isn't. It can change you... turn you... mold you and shape you into something you're not. The only upside to anger, then... is the person you become. Hopefully someone that wakes up one day and realizes they're not afraid to take the journey, someone that knows that the truth is, at best, a partially told story. That anger, like growth, comes in spurts and fits, and in its wake, leaves a new chance at acceptance, and the promise of calm.

Sometimes what tears us apart helps put us back together.

“Compelling reason will never convince blinding emotion”

Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a person needs to believe in the most.

That people are basically good.

That honor, courage, and virtue mean everything.

That power and money, money and power, mean nothing.

That good always triumphs over evil.

And I want you to remember this ~ that love… true love… never dies.

You remember that and then it doesn’t matter if it’s true or not.

You see, a person should believe in those things, because those are the things worth believing in.

“You teach best what you most need to learn.”

Think.

What do you fantasize about?

World peace? Money-Fame- Ferrari? A Pulitzer? A Nobel prize? An MTV music award? A genius hunk ~ ostensibly bad but secretly shimmering with noble passions, and willing to sleep on the wet spot? A Victoria’s secret model ~ just slumming it between law school and running her family’s vastly endowed foundation for Tragically Sad-Eyed Children?

Okay, good, you see my point.

Fantasies must be unrealistic.

The minute you get something, you don’t, you can’t, want it anymore.

To exist, desire needs absent objects. So desire supports itself with crazy fantasies…

This is what people mean when they says the only time we are truly happy is when we are day-dreaming about future happiness. Or why they say, “The hunt is sweeter than the kill” or “Be careful what you wish for.” Not because you’ll get it, but because you are doomed not to want it if you do.

“Not being known doesn't stop the truth from being true.”