Hallo! A Tale of Future Dreams

Hello lovelies. If you are, just stumbling upon this blog, I invite you to take your time and think. It may be in the afternoon, or (if you're cramming) 3:00 am. No matter what, I want you to take a break, eat some chocolate and read on...
PHILOSOPHIES:
-I've always believed that one can live by a set standard of philosophies. The famous philosophers just had more radical philosophies about life that were able to be more widespread due to a specific set of circumstances. So what does that mean? I could create the theory of...BLAH. Well, whatever that could be, wouldn't it be interesting?
-Opinion on tabula rasa: This is so interesting. Before I learned about it that oh so awesome class APEuro, I had already been thinking about it. But I was thinking more that it really is your environment/journey/experiences shape your character. Branching off from the original definition, I also believe that the things I mentioned above create your personality. So how has your journey shaped/created you?
LEADERSHIP:
-Many who have not yet come to any position of leadership may have heard the cliche saying that with great power comes great responsibility, IT'S TRUE! Speaking from experience, just because you are the leader of a club, doesn't mean you can just speak empty words and have great ideas. One must also act on them! But that is often hard I must admit...I get lazy as the occasional human...is.

Well, enough of my random journal-like ramblings, here are some pictures/poems to fill your mind with peace and inspiration:

I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes

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I cannot dance upon my Toes—

No Man instructed me—

But oftentimes, among my mind,

A Glee possesseth me,

That had I Ballet knowledge—

Would put itself abroad

In Pirouette to blanch a Troupe—

Or lay a Prima, mad,

And though I had no Gown of Gauze—

No Ringlet, to my Hair,

Nor hopped to Audiences—like Birds,

One Claw upon the Air,

Nor tossed my shape in Eider Balls,

Nor rolled on wheels of snow

Till I was out of sight, in sound,

The House encore me so—

Nor any know I know the Art

I mention—easy—Here—

Nor any Placard boast me—

It's full as Opera— 

Emily Dickinson

Orpheus 

William Shakespeare

Orpheus with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.