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Liking what you do.

My English prof Miss. M made me think of a few things; which is weird because it is rare to feel anything but pain during most of her classes. She was talking about the usage of ‘of’ and how it was uselessly added or exploited by various students. The simple matter started off another round of discussion where seemingly no serious points were established. The whole matter seemed, no offense to any grammar enthusiasts, fucking boring and silly. But what caught my attention was the animated expression on my teacher’s face when some of the English students were telling their opinions. She had her mouth pulled into a half-formed smile, with the air of someone who was appreciating and more importantly, could relate to the enthusiasm of a junior. 

Her eyes twinkled in mirth, blinking rapidly back and forth between the ever-competitive English majors. She interrupted the students to add in a few suggestions here and to correct something there, all the while with a smile that refused to dim its intensity. She laughed in between at some of the comments, her shoulders shaking good-naturedly. It was clear to me how much she loved what she was doing, and how much she liked her job. And at that moment, I felt a bit happy for her. I was glad to know that someone could be into their jobs for ten, twenty, or even more years and still derive a sort of childish joy from rediscovering nuances from the past. Looking at her, I was overcome with this sort of bittersweet longing to possess something that filled me with that comfortable ease of repetition that people like her seem to be getting from their jobs.

 I imagine her at a reunion table with her peers or her family, dining on her food with a small smile on her face as people around her moan about their jobs. How she would respectfully stay silent as almost the entire table would unanimously wish for a scale 5 earthquake to come destroy their workplaces, so they could get away at least for a single day from the daily dredge that their lives have now become. Only so they could press play and resume living and finally do all the things they wish they had done earlier. I imagine her smiling politely when someone asked how her life went, whispering a not too bad when someone asked her how she had been doing with a glint in her kind eyes. 

#teacher #english #english professors #english teacher #grammar #like what you do #passion #career #dream job #goals #success #life

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There is a way to be good again....

Kite Runner.

#kiterunner #khaled hosseini #book quotes #quotes #books #good #friendship #words to think about #heartwarming #life #Amir

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“You can’t live for someone else. At some point you just explode.”

— Matthew Quick

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The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it – basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them

Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness (via thoughtkick)

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♥️♥️

how to stay motivated as a writer

Reread your old writing, especially those scenes you're most proud of

Write something silly. It doesn’t need to be logical, consistent or included in your story. Write something dumb

Compare your old writing to your new writing. Seeing how much you've improved can be very motivating

Explore different storylines, those type of storylines that would never make it into your story, but you'd still like to play around with

Choose one of your least favorite scenes and rewrite it

Read old comments from people praising your work

Create a playlist that reminds you of your wip

Draw your ocs

Don't push yourself to get back into writing the thing that made you stop writing in the first place. Write something else

Write what you wanna write, no matter how cliché it might be. It doesn't matter, if you want to write it, write it

Take a break, focus on another hobby of yours. Consume other pieces of media, take a walk to clear your head

You don't have to write in chronological order from the very beginning if it isn't working for you! Sometimes a scene you aren't interested in writing can become interesting after you've explored other scenes that is connected to that one

Read one star reviews of ''awful'' books. You'll unlock a new sort of appreciation for your own writing

Create a new storyline, or a new character! Anything that helps bring something fresh into your story. Could even be a completely new wip!

Not writing everyday doesn't make you a bad writer. Take a break if you feel like you need one

Remind yourself to have fun. Start writing and don't focus all your attention on following ''the rules.'' You can get into the nitty-gritty when you’ve familiarized yourself with writing as an art. Or don’t. It's fiction, you make your own rules

Go to sleep, or take a nap. Sleep deprivation and writing does not go hand in hand (trust me)

Listen to music that reminds you of your characters/wip

Remember why you started. Know that you deserve to tell the story you want to tell regardless of the skill you possess

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Yesterday night I dreamt of hugging my best friend after 2 years. I dreamt of him walking down a half-formed road in my dreamscape. When his eyes met mine he smiled so wide I could physically feel my heart becoming lighter. His face was flushed and he glowed with joy. My cheeks felt wet but they were also aching with how hard I was smiling. I remember his echoing laughter as he put his lanky arms around me. For a second, everything was warm. Everything was right and all the broken pieces were fitting themselves back together. He was nothing more than just a best friend. But the word 'just' feels so wrong. He was never a 'just' anything. He was everything. Yes, I never loved him romantically but I've loved very few people the way I love him. No one told me losing friends would be so painful. When I lost him, I lost a part of myself. Whatever it is I'm made of, a chunk of that dissolved when he left. Leaving behind a beautiful, gaping hole that refuses to be filled by anything else. It aches from time to time . A painful reminder I've grown to love so much. It reminds me of windy afternoons in school vans and a melodic whistles of bollywood romantic songs. Memories like these are buried somewhere in my mind. I'm scared I might forget them someday and forget how beautiful he was. So I wish the ache would never stop. Come back every once in a while and remind me of his smile.

#friendship #memories #friends #best friend #love #feelings #beautiful #remember #writing #beautiful words #writers #musings #dreamscape #life #school #school days #bestdays

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EcCentRic & EcLeCtic 🖐✨

why is this so accurate

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💀💀😂

THIS IS EXACTLY ME LMAO

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For you, a thousand times over.

Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini

#kite runner #khaled hosseini #books #quotes #friendship #in my mind #love #beautiful words #hassan #amir