Powell's Bookstore, aka 'city of books' - three-quarters of a million books covering an entire city block. New books. Used books. Books shelved up to the ceiling.
Easy driving distance to the mountains, the waterfalls, and the beach.
It maintains a 'laidback' atmosphere.
Lots of young people. Lots of liberalism.
It's green. It's clean.
The things you see while out running or walking - this morning it was a young couple playing on a see-saw while their toddler sat with the dog on the lush grass of a public park.
The mild climate, even if it does rain frequently.
So the trick right now is just to be careful and not become too attached to the city itself, since I don't even know if I'll end up near it... for now this is me, signing off from the Green City in the West.
April 18, 2006
Snapshot of Easter Sunday
April 9, 2006
Do you ever just get tired of yourself
One thing I've come to realize, and that I should have realized a long time ago, is this: you shouldn't waste your time on people that don't care about you.
Now, I'm not saying that we all have a right to be selfish and not worry about the lives of people outside our small circles of friends. What I mean is that we've all got, on one hand, those great friends - those people that, should they call you up past midnight on a dark and stormy night and say, "Hey, I could really use some company right now," you'd be there for them. You'd go, no questions asked. Those are the people that mean the world to you. Those are the ones you care deeply about.
But ask yourself, would each and every one of those people do the same for you? Most of the time, the answer is yes. That's how friendship works, after all. It's reciprocal - you have to have a friend to be a friend. But. Should you ever realize that you've been wasting your time caring for someone that doesn't care back - (because like relationships, friendships can have a he/she just isn't that into you component) - well, that's what I mean. That's what I mean, when I say not to waste your time on people that don't care about you. Because there are far too many people out there that do care about you, and those are the people that deserve your time and thoughts and affection.
Just a thought.
While we're at it, I'll throw in a random snippet of poetry inspired by some sweet and sad piano music.
if
if the moon's phases could be stayed
if if my doubts did not wax and wane
if the swingset in the park could form
a launching pad for my dreams at dusk
then maybe i could be convinced
without my heart wincing
warning unrequited, unrequited,
maybe i could be convinced
of love.
This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before being thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.
-George Bernard Shaw