Daily Prompt-Worldly Encounters: “Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Worldly Encounters.”

The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?

Dear ET,
I am happy to hear that you want to know us the humans, when in fact, we barely understand ourselves. I cannot pick one single book that you can use to understand humanity. It is more of an experience if you ask me, however, I would recommend this book named “The Angel’s Game” by Carlos Ruiz Zafon.

I won’t give away the story because I would want you to experience it yourself. One of the reasons I like this book is that I can identify with one of the characters Isabelita Gispert, and the other is that I love the quotes. I simply love the way it is written by the author. I love the complexity and the philosophy in it.

  • “Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.”
  • “We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we’re awake.”
  •  “Nothing important is learned; it is simply remembered.”
  • “I turned you into a stranger in order to forget you and now I’m the stranger.”
  • “It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.”
  • “I think you judge yourself too severely, a quality that always distinguishes people of true worth.”
  • “It’s the student who makes the teacher, not the other way around.”
  • “Everything is a tale, Martin. What we believe, what we know, what we remember, even what we dream. Everything is a story, a narrative, a sequence of events with characters communicating an emotional content. We only accept as true what can be narrated.”
  • “Whether we realise it or not, most of us define ourselves by opposing rather than by favouring something or someone. To put it another way, it is easier to react than to act.”
  • “One is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one’s heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver.”
  • “One can convert only a sinner, never a saint.”
  • “You end up becoming what you see in the eyes of those you love.”
  • “A Gentleman’s agreement cannot be broken without breaking the person who has entered into it.”
  • “Inspiration comes when you stick your elbows on the table, your bottom on the chair and you start sweating. Choose a theme, an idea, and squeeze your brain until it hurts. That’s called inspiration.”
  • “Perhaps part of your problem is that you’ve been reading the commentators and not the people they were commenting on. A common mistake but fatal when you’re trying to learn something.”
  • “All business opportunities stem from someone else’s inability to resolve a simple and inevitable problem.”
  • “Do you know the best thing about broken hearts?’ the librarian asked.
    I shook my head.
    ‘They can only break once. The rest is just scratches.”

There is this poem that I love. Fire and Ice by Robert Frost. I think it sums up humanity and life on Earth very well.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

One of the songs that I think explains humanity well is Demons by Imagine Dragons.

“I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can’t escape this now
Unless you show me how”

It may seem like I am focusing too much on the negative side of the human nature and the reason is….

Dear ET, just know that we all want to be loved! It is really that simple.

I Miss School, Already

Beautiful 🙂

I echo the sentiment. 🙂

The Captain's Speech

BrockWhen I graduated from University in June, I wore a shirt and tie, received a diploma on stage in front of hundreds of blurry faces, and took pictures with family and friends. I knew what the day meant. I knew what it represented. I knew it was the final page of a novel much longer than a J.K. Rowling classic. I also knew that, come September, I would not be returning.

Well, it’s September. And as I sit here typing at 2AM, I am overcome with sadness. School officially starts in six hours and for the first time in my life, I won’t be anywhere near a classroom. I knew I would miss it, I just didn’t think it would be this soon. Today, it hit me like a brick to the forehead.

Knowing that most of my friends are back at school certainly doesn’t help. I’m currently stuck between…

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Daily Post-Placebo Effect: Apathy? Indifference? Essence of Inhumanity!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Placebo Effect.”

If you could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment, what would you cure and why?

If I could create a painless, inexpensive cure for a single ailment, it would be to cure apathy.

“Apathy is a trap. There is no challenge… so there is no reward. Remember, there is always free cheese in a mousetrap.”

― Steve Maraboli

“Those who choose not to empathise enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.”
― J.K. Rowling

noun ap·a·thy \ˈa-pə-thē\the feeling of not having much emotion or interest : an apathetic state

“Life has always been a series of the same choices: enslavement, apathy or freedom.”
Shannon L. Alder

“Face it―nobody cares.
But so what? Their apathy doesn’t diminish your worth. Learn from it. Make it your job to care for those around you so they can’t say the same thing.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich



lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown

I had already written a response to today’s WordPress Daily Prompt, so I’m writing to a prompt from August 3, 2013: Green-Eyed MonsterWrite an anonymous letter to someone you’re jealous of. (I changed this a bit, still writing about envy, but changing it to whom I might like to become if I could become anyone else on earth.)


At first I’d love his riches, but soon I’d hate it so
that there were no limitations in the places I could go.
Venice, perhaps for luncheon, and Rome to take a dip
in the Trevi fountain, and then I’d have to zip
(in my private jet, you know) off to Katmandu
to have my favorite holy man tell me what to do,
because I’m bored with all these riches. I find they’re running me.
It seems a waste of money to just sit and let it be.
It’s piling up…

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Dishing it out: Perhaps Molly Weasley had it easy!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves.”

 “Don’t do the dishes…don’t steal my work!!”

I remember the startled look on my friend’s face.

I love doing the dishes,  love the smell of liquid dishwasher ( preferably Lemon), the sound of tap water in the background, the rough texture of the scrub. Watching the utensils return to their shiny squeaky clean form… it is like therapy. It is my personal stress buster. I will happily volunteer to do the dishes.  I love doing the laundry. Again, seeing the fresh clean clothes hanging in the drying area is immensely satisfying. It is a fairly mechanical job. I can turn on the music, play my favourite playlist, plug-in the speakers and yeah, I earned myself a cleaning party.

Well, I don’t mind doing most of the household chores. If my life was dependent on it, I would probably organise the kitchen and clean the refrigerator too. I don’t mind buying groceries  and cleaning the bathroom either. Ironing does annoy me though. Control freak that I am, I really don’t like my clothes going out of the house to the laundry guy. (Crazy, huh?) What if he burns my favourite piece or misplaced the one I love the most? So I am doomed to do the ironing by myself and I lack the patience to wait for that one crease to smooth over. Solution: Stop wearing ironed clothes and pretend that you don’t like having them ironed.

Cooking? Why do we have to eat? Why cannot we take the necessary supplements and survive? I can barely cook to survive. I can feel my stress levels elevate as I step in the kitchen with the intention to cook something other than rice-dal. God bless the woman who comes to cook everyday.

Remember that scene in Harry Potter, where Molly Weasley is just waving her wand and all the household chores are done…that’s magic!

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