Growing. Maturing. Letting nature take it’s course. Who are we to try to interact with the inevitable? I mean, we all grow. We all learn, we all mature. I see this process on a daily basis. We see, we learn, hopefully from our mistakes, but who really really knows?
is difficult, painful and sometimes embarrassing. Limbs lengthen, and hormones bounce around like a vortex. To boys, everything seems sexually appealing. To girls, well, no one can tell. It’s tough.
the plant was growing at an alarming rate. The instructions had been clear: I was not supposed to expect any growth for at least two months, and no flowers until at least six. Five days after I had planted it, it moved on from eating insects to small animals.
To me, growing was an easy experience. i never hurt like the others. In truth, I found my life bland during my growth phase. And yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am now who I am because of that boredom. Excitement is overrated.
when children are growing they fail to see how the prents think they only think in their own minds. when parents minds grow then children cant understand them. the power reversals are fun and difficlut and happen more frequently if you come out of the closet.
How can you grow in a world that won’t allow it. In a world where there isn’t any room to grow. I feel like everyone is trying to suppress my growth. Like you’re supposed to push and shove your way around this little space the world got. Why doesn’t anyone open there mind at let this world expand. With an open mind we have room to be ourself. There isn’t any need to push or shove because we have enough space. If only you knew how to do it. If you knew how to make space instead of taking mine. Everyday my space shrinks. I feel myself becoming smaller and less noticeable, less frequently in this world that you so constantly push me out of. But it will only work so well. You have my air, but my mind will never be yours. It will never shrink or compromise itself. My mind is mine. And though it can’t grow in this toxic world around me, it isn’t shrinking either and one day we will be free my mind and I. We will be free to open up without fear of being crushed. And when this day comes. You will stop growing. You will have nothing left to take from and you will not grow. You will shrink.
just like a flower, he grew up really too fast, so at the moment that he looked at his father, he no longer saw the small boy of 3 that had come into his life.
we never really stop growing. we’re constantly in a state of learning and maturing and we grow through all the lessons of life. mostly, growing is painful, hence when you have those growth spurts as a kid they’re called growing pains.
growing up has alot to do with the maturation of ones mind and soul. if it was up to me, the world would provide a brighter and more accepting world for people to grow in than the society we thrive in now. i do believe there must to improve
from little child to aging adult, we grow. Sometimes physical growth stops, even recedes, but something about us can always grow. As stated elsewhere, any intelligence we gain here gives us that much more advantage in the next life. Sometimes, our circle of influence can grow as we reach out in love and touch other’s lives and hearts, slightly to significantly improving their lives. How grateful I am for all those who strive to provide a better life to those who cannot help themselves. Growth. Improvement. Progress. Our entire existence is one of progress. Eternal Progress. An eternal prospect. Sometimes we get stymied in our growth – stagnation begins. We must break the barriers to growth, get up, think and imagine. As Albert Einstein said, ‘Imagination is more important that knowledge.” When does this end. My writing is growing and growing and my fingers are shrinking and shrinking. The limit of my concentration is being stretched, forcing it to grow. As the wicked witch of some direction said, “I’m growing. I’m growing.” Oops. She shrunk and shrunk. My bad. My phone just beeped. One of my growing kids is texting me. I better check that so that they can grow and mature. :) It was my wife. She wants me to not water the garden tonight so she can work in it without the mud. How are plants supposed to grow if they don’t have water? Everytime I do water it, the wasps find plenty of mud to grow their little adobe dwellings. Ugh. I think my time is really up. I don’t remember how much time this really gave but it is growing by the second.
Flowers are just like people, always growing. But what happens to a person when it dies? Does that person begin anew in the next season, begin growing again? No one can answer that with science, now can they?
as i continued growing, i never rid myself of that indifferent feeling about what happened. nobody but her and i truly know what happened yet i feel as though everyone constantly judges me
The seed is inside of you. It is growing, growing at a phenomenal rate. There are things that you would never guess that this seed will be able to tell you.
Things that are not possible in this world, but will be.
That seed, it is yours. Your body. Your soul. Your child.
You are to nurture it. Bring it up. Love it. Care for it. Bathe it. Give it food, water, and all the other nesecities of life.
That seed will grow up to be the most life changing being.
Growing weed is an excellent job. On the television show weeds, the handsome mother of two wonderful boys sells and grows marijuana. She is a very talented woman, and has great people skills. Growing weed has become great income for her and her family. The only problem is that she moved into a neighbor hood that has three other weed growers. She is being threatened to get out or else.
growing up is not one of the funnest things to do. you have to take on responsibilities and really change who you are and everything you have become. but in the end it is possibly the best experience. you truly mold into the person you have been longing to be. and in the end, you are happy.
I feel like my body is growing without me to govern it’s actions. I feel like this tiny being trapped in a shell that is ever-expanding, and all I want is to be comfortable with my own skin. Yet this skin sheds continuously.
Something that happens to you everyday. You learn by what you do, and each day is a new beginning. You never stop growing, and you can’t put an age on it.
every day is a new day, full or challenges and surpries. I never know what to expect but to expect a change. A change which allows me to grow. A change which is always growing. As a child I thought we were stable. We were set. As an adult I realize it’s change. and we’re growing.
Growing is how I feel. I am a young teenager constantly trying to grow. Grow from either situation, or the kind of person I am. I want to be someone who is big, not as in a huge person but in the sense that I am respected.
Growing is how I feel. I am a young teenager constantly trying to grow. Grow from either situation, or the kind of person I am. I want to be someone who is big, not as in a huge person but in the sense that I am respected.
Growing is how I feel. I am a young teenager constantly trying to grow. Grow from either situation, or the kind of person I am. I want to be someone who is big, not as in a huge person but in the sense that I am respected.
Growing is how I feel. I am a young teenager constantly trying to grow. Grow from either situation, or the kind of person I am. I want to be someone who is big, not as in a huge person but in the sense that I am respected.
Leaves vines everywhere in my hair in my mind, growing growing filling up spaces filling up my soul in the pockets in the places meant for your hand to fit so delicately in mine, everything is growing, we’re growing, I’m letting myself drift upward into the sky, grasping at the handles of cars, letting go and searching for giants everywhere.
growing is natural and it hurts. It can be pleasurable but many times it hurts. But we are always, no matter what we think in our self centered ways, growing towards God. The God of our understanding and the God inside of us.
growing my circle of friends and networking together growing our businesses as we blossom into the world of opportunity. Helping each other along the way, cheering each other onto success and doing the best we can to be the best at what we do.
im obsessive about growing old
i feel like when im older, life will finally be simpler. friends and love and happiness ahoy.
i feel like i’ll finally be free of the tired old routine that is adolescence.
but im terrified.
terrified of age. terrified of death.
and, in turn, terrified of life.
It’s about stretching the mind. Going places maybe you’ve never been before mentally. Not being stunted and becoming too comfortable in your own little box. Even if you don’t agree with someone else’s opinion respect it and try to see the merit in it.
I never want to grow old. everything grows only to be destroyed in the end. I want to grow marijuana so I don’t have to seek out shady dealers, and then I want to smoke it with my girlfriend and enjoy being… although I should be doing that without marijuana anyway. In the end, we’re all just human growing piles of meat with extra brains. Cattle trying to find a purpose.
I am growing and growing all the day long, in terms of knowledge, but not that much in terms of age. I am young and i will be young, even at 60, i will be young as a college student. Thats how i want to live. But i don’t want to be a stupid teenager. Rather i want to be a gentleman of wisdom who has the energy and enthusiasm like that of a teenager.
Growing is an essential part of life. Growing physically, obviously. But also growing emotionally, spiritually. Growing your personality. It’s hard to do, and hard to admit you have to do it.
If you understand anything, you must really understand, growing is a choice. You decide whether or not to stop, you decide whether or not to seek ways to keep going . . . growing. You can always find a way, if you look hard enough. If you know the right people.
You will grow again, and it will be a glorious thing.
Growing. Maturing. Letting nature take it’s course. Who are we to try to interact with the inevitable? I mean, we all grow. We all learn, we all mature. I see this process on a daily basis. We see, we learn, hopefully from our mistakes, but who really really knows?
green, flowers, earth, conscienceness, growing up, maturing, life, recycling, hair, length, height, weight, ridiculousness, old,
Growing is a process which can also be called as mutation. As people, grow there will be changes in mind and body.
is difficult, painful and sometimes embarrassing. Limbs lengthen, and hormones bounce around like a vortex. To boys, everything seems sexually appealing. To girls, well, no one can tell. It’s tough.
the plant was growing at an alarming rate. The instructions had been clear: I was not supposed to expect any growth for at least two months, and no flowers until at least six. Five days after I had planted it, it moved on from eating insects to small animals.
To me, growing was an easy experience. i never hurt like the others. In truth, I found my life bland during my growth phase. And yet, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am now who I am because of that boredom. Excitement is overrated.
when children are growing they fail to see how the prents think they only think in their own minds. when parents minds grow then children cant understand them. the power reversals are fun and difficlut and happen more frequently if you come out of the closet.
How can you grow in a world that won’t allow it. In a world where there isn’t any room to grow. I feel like everyone is trying to suppress my growth. Like you’re supposed to push and shove your way around this little space the world got. Why doesn’t anyone open there mind at let this world expand. With an open mind we have room to be ourself. There isn’t any need to push or shove because we have enough space. If only you knew how to do it. If you knew how to make space instead of taking mine. Everyday my space shrinks. I feel myself becoming smaller and less noticeable, less frequently in this world that you so constantly push me out of. But it will only work so well. You have my air, but my mind will never be yours. It will never shrink or compromise itself. My mind is mine. And though it can’t grow in this toxic world around me, it isn’t shrinking either and one day we will be free my mind and I. We will be free to open up without fear of being crushed. And when this day comes. You will stop growing. You will have nothing left to take from and you will not grow. You will shrink.
just like a flower, he grew up really too fast, so at the moment that he looked at his father, he no longer saw the small boy of 3 that had come into his life.
a day in the sun,
a melody in a jar,
a walk on the beach,
thats what my love for you make me think of
you make me believe.
and that love is growing
we never really stop growing. we’re constantly in a state of learning and maturing and we grow through all the lessons of life. mostly, growing is painful, hence when you have those growth spurts as a kid they’re called growing pains.
growing up has alot to do with the maturation of ones mind and soul. if it was up to me, the world would provide a brighter and more accepting world for people to grow in than the society we thrive in now. i do believe there must to improve
from little child to aging adult, we grow. Sometimes physical growth stops, even recedes, but something about us can always grow. As stated elsewhere, any intelligence we gain here gives us that much more advantage in the next life. Sometimes, our circle of influence can grow as we reach out in love and touch other’s lives and hearts, slightly to significantly improving their lives. How grateful I am for all those who strive to provide a better life to those who cannot help themselves. Growth. Improvement. Progress. Our entire existence is one of progress. Eternal Progress. An eternal prospect. Sometimes we get stymied in our growth – stagnation begins. We must break the barriers to growth, get up, think and imagine. As Albert Einstein said, ‘Imagination is more important that knowledge.” When does this end. My writing is growing and growing and my fingers are shrinking and shrinking. The limit of my concentration is being stretched, forcing it to grow. As the wicked witch of some direction said, “I’m growing. I’m growing.” Oops. She shrunk and shrunk. My bad. My phone just beeped. One of my growing kids is texting me. I better check that so that they can grow and mature. :) It was my wife. She wants me to not water the garden tonight so she can work in it without the mud. How are plants supposed to grow if they don’t have water? Everytime I do water it, the wasps find plenty of mud to grow their little adobe dwellings. Ugh. I think my time is really up. I don’t remember how much time this really gave but it is growing by the second.
i am growing very fast. i am 23 now.
population is growing.
inflation has negative growth.
miseries are growing. educational fields are also growing.
life is like a seed of nothingness, in the end you’ll die full of “somethingness” :D
Flowers are just like people, always growing. But what happens to a person when it dies? Does that person begin anew in the next season, begin growing again? No one can answer that with science, now can they?
as i continued growing, i never rid myself of that indifferent feeling about what happened. nobody but her and i truly know what happened yet i feel as though everyone constantly judges me
The seed is inside of you. It is growing, growing at a phenomenal rate. There are things that you would never guess that this seed will be able to tell you.
Things that are not possible in this world, but will be.
That seed, it is yours. Your body. Your soul. Your child.
You are to nurture it. Bring it up. Love it. Care for it. Bathe it. Give it food, water, and all the other nesecities of life.
That seed will grow up to be the most life changing being.
Growing weed is an excellent job. On the television show weeds, the handsome mother of two wonderful boys sells and grows marijuana. She is a very talented woman, and has great people skills. Growing weed has become great income for her and her family. The only problem is that she moved into a neighbor hood that has three other weed growers. She is being threatened to get out or else.
growing up is not one of the funnest things to do. you have to take on responsibilities and really change who you are and everything you have become. but in the end it is possibly the best experience. you truly mold into the person you have been longing to be. and in the end, you are happy.
There’s nothing so painful as growing.
I feel like my body is growing without me to govern it’s actions. I feel like this tiny being trapped in a shell that is ever-expanding, and all I want is to be comfortable with my own skin. Yet this skin sheds continuously.
i think you’re growing on me
the way you talk
and make sense.
intelligence
the fact that we are so alike
with entirely different
opinions and styles makes it
exciting
the fact that i might actually
trust you makes me wonder,
is it safe?
Something that happens to you everyday. You learn by what you do, and each day is a new beginning. You never stop growing, and you can’t put an age on it.
every day is a new day, full or challenges and surpries. I never know what to expect but to expect a change. A change which allows me to grow. A change which is always growing. As a child I thought we were stable. We were set. As an adult I realize it’s change. and we’re growing.
things grow. grass. nature. trees. i grew a lot. now i’m 6’6″. i’m tall. i grew tall. blah blah blah.
Growing is how I feel. I am a young teenager constantly trying to grow. Grow from either situation, or the kind of person I am. I want to be someone who is big, not as in a huge person but in the sense that I am respected.
Growing is how I feel. I am a young teenager constantly trying to grow. Grow from either situation, or the kind of person I am. I want to be someone who is big, not as in a huge person but in the sense that I am respected.
Growing is how I feel. I am a young teenager constantly trying to grow. Grow from either situation, or the kind of person I am. I want to be someone who is big, not as in a huge person but in the sense that I am respected.
Growing is how I feel. I am a young teenager constantly trying to grow. Grow from either situation, or the kind of person I am. I want to be someone who is big, not as in a huge person but in the sense that I am respected.
Leaves vines everywhere in my hair in my mind, growing growing filling up spaces filling up my soul in the pockets in the places meant for your hand to fit so delicately in mine, everything is growing, we’re growing, I’m letting myself drift upward into the sky, grasping at the handles of cars, letting go and searching for giants everywhere.
growing is natural and it hurts. It can be pleasurable but many times it hurts. But we are always, no matter what we think in our self centered ways, growing towards God. The God of our understanding and the God inside of us.
growing my circle of friends and networking together growing our businesses as we blossom into the world of opportunity. Helping each other along the way, cheering each other onto success and doing the best we can to be the best at what we do.
im obsessive about growing old
i feel like when im older, life will finally be simpler. friends and love and happiness ahoy.
i feel like i’ll finally be free of the tired old routine that is adolescence.
but im terrified.
terrified of age. terrified of death.
and, in turn, terrified of life.
It’s about stretching the mind. Going places maybe you’ve never been before mentally. Not being stunted and becoming too comfortable in your own little box. Even if you don’t agree with someone else’s opinion respect it and try to see the merit in it.
I never want to grow old. everything grows only to be destroyed in the end. I want to grow marijuana so I don’t have to seek out shady dealers, and then I want to smoke it with my girlfriend and enjoy being… although I should be doing that without marijuana anyway. In the end, we’re all just human growing piles of meat with extra brains. Cattle trying to find a purpose.
i crack jokes
i loosen up
i try so damn hard
but there’s never any difference.
I guess growing up means being alone.
I am growing and growing all the day long, in terms of knowledge, but not that much in terms of age. I am young and i will be young, even at 60, i will be young as a college student. Thats how i want to live. But i don’t want to be a stupid teenager. Rather i want to be a gentleman of wisdom who has the energy and enthusiasm like that of a teenager.
Growing is an essential part of life. Growing physically, obviously. But also growing emotionally, spiritually. Growing your personality. It’s hard to do, and hard to admit you have to do it.
If you understand anything, you must really understand, growing is a choice. You decide whether or not to stop, you decide whether or not to seek ways to keep going . . . growing. You can always find a way, if you look hard enough. If you know the right people.
You will grow again, and it will be a glorious thing.