I had an experience with a bear once in the forest. I froze at the sight of it. What was i to do? Did I not learn anything during my scout years? I was lost and left confused but I wasn’t afraid.
My entire life is an experience, an experiment…but it’s mine and that’s what makes it beautiful. Experiences create memories, and those are what keep us company in our older days. So go..experience..BE you and be amazing!
you gather them and pick them, like the puffs of daffodils, those seedy things that blow so easily from the exhale of your breathing, you pick them as the child that wanders through the grassy hills by the sidewalk, wandering away from their parents outstretched arms.
picking picking
picking, and as you continue on,
the slight brush of your fingertips against each experience, they lightly flutter and scatter, so easily disturbed, effervescent and ethereal, so easily here and so easily gone.
They make songs, novels, poems and go on and on about it, examining its impact on their lives. But as one comes, the other washes away… No. It gets buried deeper and deeper inside until the day you take your last breath under the heavy layers of experience.
I sit alone in my white room, wanting to paint the walls but knowing how that might infuriate and confuse my landlord. The moon watched me one night, so pale and observant, as I gasped and cried for something more. We were both wishing to be touched, for someone to gently caress our faces and say that the night was young and we could stay together for all of it.
My experiences in life are like very varied but right now my experience makes me feel so low. I know what I need is confidence and I have to figure out why it has stumbled so low. I sit because of my break up or have I always been this way? Hard to say.
The greatest experience of my life was the first time that I laid eyes on my sweet, sweet child. The beautiful blue eyes that brought joy to my sad, lonely world. My greatest joy.
Experience. Thats what the woman in the stingy gray suit told me I needed. College is what I have been waiting for my whole life. I planned on college being the experience of my life, now I have to tell them about my experiences before I can go have more?
I thought by this time in my life, I’d have actually done something with my life. I think people think that I have, but internally, I feel the same as I always have. Longing for something better. Bigger. I haven’t lived yet, and I’m getting older and no more wiser.
Well, I must say that it’s been my experience not to wear those two colours together. Especially with your colours, my dear, you really do look quite insipid and to think you could look so vibrant if you paired those trousers with a more suitable coloured blouse.
user experience is the discipline that create experiences for human people. It is about what the person feel and not rather what the machine constrain the person to do. Experience is about feelings, emotion.
“One needs to experience something in order to understand something.”
That’s what I learnt in 2012. Although it might be quite difficult to understand why things happened at that particular time, In the end, it’ll make sense. It’ll always makes sense.
I had the experience of my life when on Wensday night I came face to face with a burglar, who attempted to force his way into my bedroom. Fortunately I had a knife in my hand and was able to defend myself, by cutting him on his hand, and he quickly ran off.
lsd. the experience of LSD is truly remarkable. It hits you, and then, your whole life changes, your perception, the way you look at things, the way you understand things. everything changes, it’s like never never land.
This was a whole new experience! In a way Samuel was glad that Beth had convinced him to go on this ride. He had never been on a carnival ride, but the rush of air and the adrenaline shot left him screaming for more by the end.
”If I thought it would make a difference I would try, but in my experience it has had no effect on my happiness, in fact the reverse. The universe is random and random events are favoured. If you try and force the issue the effort is largely unrewarded.”
”Sally, I am just trying to set you up on a date, not trying to predict the future or alter the course of humanity.You need to get out and meet people and this is a chance. He is a nice bloke, quite and easy to get on with.”
”You mean dull and difficult to engage in conversation. I have been here before and as I said, the universe does not reward me for the effort.”
life gives you the experience to move forward and experience is what helps you move forward and know what not to do and what to do when another situation comes along. experience helps you become more confident in life
Experience is a joke, because just when you think you have learned something through experience, you’re wrong. When you know anything for certain, that’s when the world ends, and that’s the only way to new beginnings.
This was yesterday’s word also. I have already experienced this word. Experience can make me arrogant. Once I’ve already done something, I tend to believe that I understand it, but that’s a fallacy. Maybe my experience has taught me that I don’t know too much, but then again, sometimes I do.
Experience was something I thought I had. People think that just because they do a hallucinogen they know what experience. Let me tell you, when you think you know, you don’t. You don’t know the depths of the see. You won’t ever be prepared for that person to come into your life, regardless of just how much “experience” you think that you have. For now, don’t think, just write. Just live.
too much not enough too little too late need more wish i had less one thing can be such a mess i am who i am… i am who i am… i am who i am… i am who i am
He had tons of it, didn’t matter. No, they gave the job to some kid half his age with twice as much hair. Well, on the head. Oh well, no matter, it’s not like he wanted the job anyway. Who wants to flip burgers when they’re half a century old? Not this guy, though after he let the CEOs play with his 401k he wasn’t in much of a position to be picky.
I am full to the brim with experience. It isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be. Or it’s all there really is. I haven’t quite decided yet. Whatever it is, it’s all I’ve got.
It’s strange, I feel as though I don’t have many but perhaps I do and that’s scary. The more experiences the more mistakes and I hate mistakes. FUCK mistakes and things that suck because shitty things are shitty and oh I forgot there might be good ones
I have lived almost 21 years now. What have i experienced? The answer is change. Who i am has changed, what iv done has changed, what i thought has changed, what i believed has changed.
Was once i felt lost, but for now i feel found.
While writing this down i feel very held down. As if I shouldnt speak out. I feel as if im alone it my view of … what ever this is we are all in. Together.
At the age of five I lost my first tooth to a doorknob–an experience my mother promised would not hurt. Tearing eyes and mouth tasting of blood, I told myself that I would never lose a tooth again, no matter what. Too bad biology wasn’t on my side.
We experienced each other. He smelled my skin. Tasted my breath. Felt my lips. Both of them. And yet somehow we loved each other. There is something overwhelming beautiful about experiencing all of the shit, ALL of the shit. And still loving it. The bathroom still reaks of his shit, and I still adore him.
I had an experience with a bear once in the forest. I froze at the sight of it. What was i to do? Did I not learn anything during my scout years? I was lost and left confused but I wasn’t afraid.
My entire life is an experience, an experiment…but it’s mine and that’s what makes it beautiful. Experiences create memories, and those are what keep us company in our older days. So go..experience..BE you and be amazing!
you gather them and pick them, like the puffs of daffodils, those seedy things that blow so easily from the exhale of your breathing, you pick them as the child that wanders through the grassy hills by the sidewalk, wandering away from their parents outstretched arms.
picking picking
picking, and as you continue on,
the slight brush of your fingertips against each experience, they lightly flutter and scatter, so easily disturbed, effervescent and ethereal, so easily here and so easily gone.
They make songs, novels, poems and go on and on about it, examining its impact on their lives. But as one comes, the other washes away… No. It gets buried deeper and deeper inside until the day you take your last breath under the heavy layers of experience.
something you gain from going down that path
I sit alone in my white room, wanting to paint the walls but knowing how that might infuriate and confuse my landlord. The moon watched me one night, so pale and observant, as I gasped and cried for something more. We were both wishing to be touched, for someone to gently caress our faces and say that the night was young and we could stay together for all of it.
Life should be about experience. Without experience, you can only hope for a long and cold life. We need to rethink life.
My experiences in life are like very varied but right now my experience makes me feel so low. I know what I need is confidence and I have to figure out why it has stumbled so low. I sit because of my break up or have I always been this way? Hard to say.
The greatest experience of my life was the first time that I laid eyes on my sweet, sweet child. The beautiful blue eyes that brought joy to my sad, lonely world. My greatest joy.
Experience. Thats what the woman in the stingy gray suit told me I needed. College is what I have been waiting for my whole life. I planned on college being the experience of my life, now I have to tell them about my experiences before I can go have more?
I thought by this time in my life, I’d have actually done something with my life. I think people think that I have, but internally, I feel the same as I always have. Longing for something better. Bigger. I haven’t lived yet, and I’m getting older and no more wiser.
When I start worked I had a bad experience, because happened a thing wrong.
It may not define me as a person but opens my eyes to new things. without experience I would never grow.
I have a good experience today and I learn a lot with it.
Well, I must say that it’s been my experience not to wear those two colours together. Especially with your colours, my dear, you really do look quite insipid and to think you could look so vibrant if you paired those trousers with a more suitable coloured blouse.
user experience is the discipline that create experiences for human people. It is about what the person feel and not rather what the machine constrain the person to do. Experience is about feelings, emotion.
“One needs to experience something in order to understand something.”
That’s what I learnt in 2012. Although it might be quite difficult to understand why things happened at that particular time, In the end, it’ll make sense. It’ll always makes sense.
I had the experience of my life when on Wensday night I came face to face with a burglar, who attempted to force his way into my bedroom. Fortunately I had a knife in my hand and was able to defend myself, by cutting him on his hand, and he quickly ran off.
lsd. the experience of LSD is truly remarkable. It hits you, and then, your whole life changes, your perception, the way you look at things, the way you understand things. everything changes, it’s like never never land.
You can’t take someones`s else experience, you have to get your own and because of this, experience is so value.
I love this word.
Life is all about experiencing isn’t it? If it’s not for that what are we here for?
You can’t take somewones else experience, you have to make your own experience. Experience is something very important cause you can’t buy it.
Experience life as though you love it. These are the only words I told my son as I lay on my death bed.
You will hate it at times and want to give up. But love it for each second makes you the man you are today. Experience, my son without fear of death.
For death, it shall follow.
This was a whole new experience! In a way Samuel was glad that Beth had convinced him to go on this ride. He had never been on a carnival ride, but the rush of air and the adrenaline shot left him screaming for more by the end.
”If I thought it would make a difference I would try, but in my experience it has had no effect on my happiness, in fact the reverse. The universe is random and random events are favoured. If you try and force the issue the effort is largely unrewarded.”
”Sally, I am just trying to set you up on a date, not trying to predict the future or alter the course of humanity.You need to get out and meet people and this is a chance. He is a nice bloke, quite and easy to get on with.”
”You mean dull and difficult to engage in conversation. I have been here before and as I said, the universe does not reward me for the effort.”
life gives you the experience to move forward and experience is what helps you move forward and know what not to do and what to do when another situation comes along. experience helps you become more confident in life
experienta profesionala poate fi obtinuta pe calea experienţei psihedelice? poate doar în cazul psihedeliştilor profesionişti.
Experience is a joke, because just when you think you have learned something through experience, you’re wrong. When you know anything for certain, that’s when the world ends, and that’s the only way to new beginnings.
This was yesterday’s word also. I have already experienced this word. Experience can make me arrogant. Once I’ve already done something, I tend to believe that I understand it, but that’s a fallacy. Maybe my experience has taught me that I don’t know too much, but then again, sometimes I do.
Experience was something I thought I had. People think that just because they do a hallucinogen they know what experience. Let me tell you, when you think you know, you don’t. You don’t know the depths of the see. You won’t ever be prepared for that person to come into your life, regardless of just how much “experience” you think that you have. For now, don’t think, just write. Just live.
too much not enough too little too late need more wish i had less one thing can be such a mess i am who i am… i am who i am… i am who i am… i am who i am
I’m glad I get to experience every day with him.
Every second is a new life for me.
I’m glad the light is being brought back in to my life.
I feel like I’m falling alive.
He had tons of it, didn’t matter. No, they gave the job to some kid half his age with twice as much hair. Well, on the head. Oh well, no matter, it’s not like he wanted the job anyway. Who wants to flip burgers when they’re half a century old? Not this guy, though after he let the CEOs play with his 401k he wasn’t in much of a position to be picky.
I am full to the brim with experience. It isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be. Or it’s all there really is. I haven’t quite decided yet. Whatever it is, it’s all I’ve got.
It’s strange, I feel as though I don’t have many but perhaps I do and that’s scary. The more experiences the more mistakes and I hate mistakes. FUCK mistakes and things that suck because shitty things are shitty and oh I forgot there might be good ones
I’ve had so many different life experiences with love filled evenings and golden sunshine mornings. These are the moments I felt most alive.
I have lived almost 21 years now. What have i experienced? The answer is change. Who i am has changed, what iv done has changed, what i thought has changed, what i believed has changed.
Was once i felt lost, but for now i feel found.
While writing this down i feel very held down. As if I shouldnt speak out. I feel as if im alone it my view of … what ever this is we are all in. Together.
At the age of five I lost my first tooth to a doorknob–an experience my mother promised would not hurt. Tearing eyes and mouth tasting of blood, I told myself that I would never lose a tooth again, no matter what. Too bad biology wasn’t on my side.
We experienced each other. He smelled my skin. Tasted my breath. Felt my lips. Both of them. And yet somehow we loved each other. There is something overwhelming beautiful about experiencing all of the shit, ALL of the shit. And still loving it. The bathroom still reaks of his shit, and I still adore him.
my girlfriend ….i always wanted to be with her but she was not made for me i gues….coz she left me without giving any reason. anyway i still love her.