i always wondered why i am here?
i say that like its past tense. i still do wonder why i am still here.
dont we all?
i guess its one of those things you never find out but its something you will always keep wondering – even if you do think you have found your purpose.
for just now though im more than content just plotting along.
plotting is great. its like going for a dander but with more point to it. potter dander and gander = my fave things :)
I wonder sometimes what would happen when the year ends. When the grass begins to turn green. When everyone leaves. When my friends scatter around the world. I wonder sometimes if those relationships will actually last. I wonder sometimes if they’ll remember me. If they’ll care to remember me. And sometimes I let those wonderings fade into the past and enjoy those friends for who they are. Now. Here. This moment.
what things go through your mind when you’re not with me? what thoughts are you thinking, when I don’t know what’s on your mind? not knowing scares me sometimes. when you won’t speak, and what you say doesn’t seem to line up with what you’re thinking because it sounds intentional and forced. I don’t like not knowing; I don’t like wondering what you think when you’re not with me.
i wonder if he wonders about me. sometimes i stop my homework and just completely daydream and my mind wanders all over the place hoping he thinks of me too. i wonder how many times i zone out in a day. it’s like nothing really matters. i can always find something different to wonder about. hmmmmmmmmmmm.
I wonder what would happen if I died. I don’t mean that in a scary way. I mean it like who would cry and who would care. I wonder if those people are the ones who matter to me while I’m alive. I wonder if I effect others. I wonder what would happen if I
Have you ever wondered
About the unseen things?
The mistaken dreams?
The tragedies?
Of course you have not
For you is I,
As I is me
Therefore
You cannot
See something I do not see
Today I wondered and it led me to far distant lands. I wondered and it took me to another world. How far does the sea go? How high does the sky climb? What’s beyond a galaxy and what’s more than infinity? Is the world, in a different context, a circle? Going on and on and on and on without any stop? Without any beginning? Who can trace back time? Who knows time? Who can grasp a thought or think? I wondered onwardly not knowing when I first truly began to wonder.
Me quedé maravillada cuando vi la primera vez el mar. E igual cuando vi la primera vez la selva. Los ruidos, el atardecer, el no saber para nada en donde hay peligros, qué significan los olores y si alguna vez iba a volver a salir de aquí. En realidad no me preocupaba mucho. Estaba feliz y me daba igual si la felicidad duraba dos años o un sólo instante …
It depends upon what you wonder to know what you wondered. If you always wonder about different things then whenever you wonder about what you wondered about there will be an infinite number of things you wondered about. I wonder all the time and about many different things.
I was thinking, i was dreaming, i was. There were things I thought but never said. things i loved but never knew what happened too. There are dreams that if they were real, then life would be different.
He wondered if she thought of him. And if she did, were her thoughts kind or angry? He still had the note she had written him tucked away, under his workout clothes. He read it from time to time. Her words were kind, but she was firm: it was over between them.
In the past she had ended it with him and came back. But this time he wasn’t so sure if that would happen. Still, he wondered what she was thinking and feeling and if she had, as her note said, moved on.
what i thought what the fuck is that and i ran around looking at the sky and found a piece of paper that floated i watched it soar higher and higher and then decided i would go too, i followed it up to the clouds and sank into a particularly comfy one. i thought, good thing i wondered about that!!
i am extremely wondered by life, what will happen next year with friends, with boys. i don’t really know.. life is a wonderful thing. i am wondered by the things that will happen in the future and i am wondered by the great things that happen to me and to others everyday.
i wondered for hours. i wasnt sure what to do. I had clearly done it, there was no doubt in that. But I still, i couldnt face what i had done. But I couldnt walk away, I would never be able to forget what had happened here. I wondered, just staring down at what had occured because of my stupididty. because of my wrong doing. because of me.
I wondered why things worked out the way they did. Wondered why, when my whole life I had dreamed about a fairy tale, I was instead faced with a future that didn’t have the slightest hope for a happy ending. I wondered, pondered, questioned.
sometimes i wonder why were here. are we here merely to live and die as the rest of the world continues to go on around us, or are we actually here to make a difference, to change something, to make some sort of impact. I think people over stress about being something special and changing the world and attain their wildest dreams that they always seem to fall short of their expectations, leaving themselves depressed and unsatisfied with their lives. Not all of us can save the world or become a legend, but shouldn’t just making one persons day a little bit brighter by saying hello, or offering a hug, making a difference in one persons life by offering your kindness out of complete selflessness, shouldn’t that be satisfying enough?
I’ve wondered why I’m at this conference for hours now. Now I’m wondering what will come next. I wonder if I should eat another cookie. Could really go for another coke. The wonder is gone after I’ve wondered about wondering too long. Wonder why.
i wondered if he would ever come. i waited, but i wasn’t patient enough. and so instead, i left him there. alone. waiting.
and now, both of us, will be apart, waiting, and forever wondering.
He wondered how many times he could use this apartment, before his buddy Jimmy would ask him to stop it. She was married, he was married and hell, Jimmy was seeing someone. It isn’t a real question why someone that is starting out a relationship would have an issue with his long term married friend breaking some of his select wedding vows all over his bed. It wasn’t much to ask, in his opinion, to use someone else’s apartment while the person in question was at work, to take part in some sort of unchecked relationship. Still though, he would probably need to get a secret place of his own.
Of all things gained and how, of things not said but understood, of a lily, and a beautiful tree, of the mountains and how He made you and me, of the love and trust of a child, and of a pet who turns our heart into mush and love and respect!
I sat there after the news of my fate was delivered and wondered if this would be as hard as it appeared. Would I ever be able to adjust? Would anything good come out of it? But I knew that it was all in God’s hands, so I would’t need to worry.
Of all things gained and how, of things not said but understood, of a lily, and a beautiful tree, og the mountains and how He made yo and me, of the love and trust ofv a child, and of a pet who turns our heart into mush and love and respect!
I always wondered what it meant to be free.
I thought I knew, for a time. What freedom meant. It felt like running. Running away and never having to come back.
I didn’t understand that it meant running away, and not caring if you ever returned.
I’ll never be free. I’m bound here by unbreakable chains. Bound by love, but mostly by fear.
I walked from hallway to hallway. Everything was silent. The only noise was the scratching of the trees on windows and the scuffing of my shoes. Where had everyone gone?
I have wondered where the wondered people are and what they are wondering about. Are they still wondered? How long can one stay wondered? What is like to be wondered? Is it the same as BEWILDERED, because that seems the same to me. I guess wonder could have a sense of fantasy to it.
a thought. something that goes through the mind when there is something unexplained or nagging. something one might experience when they see a girl with a new guy, or a guy with a new girl. something you might feel when you discover a new activity you have no tried yet. wonder. what does it mean to wonder? it opens endless possibilities of new things to try and do. it is a huge word, one that makes the imagination go wild.
I wondered if I was going to get the job. The interview didn’t go very well, and I didn’t seem right for the job, but deep inside I knew I should be given a chance. The waiting game begins, and hovering by the phone for the rejection or acceptance should be a blast. I really hope this works out
I wondered why baby carrots had smaller baby carrots inside of them. It was random, I know; but as I sat in my dorm room, staring at the wall and chewing on frozen baby carrots, I couldn’t help pondering. It’s like the prize inside of crackerjacks.
WONDERED:soon, our bodies are one with the universe.we become soil, plant, air and water. we are eaten, breathed, excreted- totally consumed :ashes to ashes /dust to dust
she didn’t like to be left alone
she wondered about him
wondered if he was thinking of her
wondered if he cared for her
wondered if he lied to her
wondered if he wondered about her…
so she kept her brain working and busy
or else
she was left to wonder and worry
i wondered what he was like and what he thought of me. because he seemed like he wanted to say something but he didn’t. and it breaks my heart to see people get treated like that when all they have is epilepsy.
I wondered deeply at my own direction in life.
I wondered if I shall ever be what I wish to be.
oo wonderer. how wonderful it is to wonder?
i always wondered why i am here?
i say that like its past tense. i still do wonder why i am still here.
dont we all?
i guess its one of those things you never find out but its something you will always keep wondering – even if you do think you have found your purpose.
for just now though im more than content just plotting along.
plotting is great. its like going for a dander but with more point to it. potter dander and gander = my fave things :)
I wonder sometimes what would happen when the year ends. When the grass begins to turn green. When everyone leaves. When my friends scatter around the world. I wonder sometimes if those relationships will actually last. I wonder sometimes if they’ll remember me. If they’ll care to remember me. And sometimes I let those wonderings fade into the past and enjoy those friends for who they are. Now. Here. This moment.
what things go through your mind when you’re not with me? what thoughts are you thinking, when I don’t know what’s on your mind? not knowing scares me sometimes. when you won’t speak, and what you say doesn’t seem to line up with what you’re thinking because it sounds intentional and forced. I don’t like not knowing; I don’t like wondering what you think when you’re not with me.
i wonder if he wonders about me. sometimes i stop my homework and just completely daydream and my mind wanders all over the place hoping he thinks of me too. i wonder how many times i zone out in a day. it’s like nothing really matters. i can always find something different to wonder about. hmmmmmmmmmmm.
I wonder what would happen if I died. I don’t mean that in a scary way. I mean it like who would cry and who would care. I wonder if those people are the ones who matter to me while I’m alive. I wonder if I effect others. I wonder what would happen if I
Have you ever wondered
About the unseen things?
The mistaken dreams?
The tragedies?
Of course you have not
For you is I,
As I is me
Therefore
You cannot
See something I do not see
I wondered about the nature of the soul late last night and found myself lost in its maze of questions and philosophies.
Today I wondered and it led me to far distant lands. I wondered and it took me to another world. How far does the sea go? How high does the sky climb? What’s beyond a galaxy and what’s more than infinity? Is the world, in a different context, a circle? Going on and on and on and on without any stop? Without any beginning? Who can trace back time? Who knows time? Who can grasp a thought or think? I wondered onwardly not knowing when I first truly began to wonder.
Me quedé maravillada cuando vi la primera vez el mar. E igual cuando vi la primera vez la selva. Los ruidos, el atardecer, el no saber para nada en donde hay peligros, qué significan los olores y si alguna vez iba a volver a salir de aquí. En realidad no me preocupaba mucho. Estaba feliz y me daba igual si la felicidad duraba dos años o un sólo instante …
It depends upon what you wonder to know what you wondered. If you always wonder about different things then whenever you wonder about what you wondered about there will be an infinite number of things you wondered about. I wonder all the time and about many different things.
I was thinking, i was dreaming, i was. There were things I thought but never said. things i loved but never knew what happened too. There are dreams that if they were real, then life would be different.
He wondered if she thought of him. And if she did, were her thoughts kind or angry? He still had the note she had written him tucked away, under his workout clothes. He read it from time to time. Her words were kind, but she was firm: it was over between them.
In the past she had ended it with him and came back. But this time he wasn’t so sure if that would happen. Still, he wondered what she was thinking and feeling and if she had, as her note said, moved on.
I’ve wondered so many times about the life I do not have. It is better to use what you have instead of wondering about other things.
Wondered. Ugh I can’t think. Boo. Boooo. Time is almost up. 5….4…..3….2….1
what i thought what the fuck is that and i ran around looking at the sky and found a piece of paper that floated i watched it soar higher and higher and then decided i would go too, i followed it up to the clouds and sank into a particularly comfy one. i thought, good thing i wondered about that!!
i am extremely wondered by life, what will happen next year with friends, with boys. i don’t really know.. life is a wonderful thing. i am wondered by the things that will happen in the future and i am wondered by the great things that happen to me and to others everyday.
i wondered for hours. i wasnt sure what to do. I had clearly done it, there was no doubt in that. But I still, i couldnt face what i had done. But I couldnt walk away, I would never be able to forget what had happened here. I wondered, just staring down at what had occured because of my stupididty. because of my wrong doing. because of me.
I wondered if he still loved me.
he did, or so he said
but i know will never stop</3
I wondered why things worked out the way they did. Wondered why, when my whole life I had dreamed about a fairy tale, I was instead faced with a future that didn’t have the slightest hope for a happy ending. I wondered, pondered, questioned.
sometimes i wonder why were here. are we here merely to live and die as the rest of the world continues to go on around us, or are we actually here to make a difference, to change something, to make some sort of impact. I think people over stress about being something special and changing the world and attain their wildest dreams that they always seem to fall short of their expectations, leaving themselves depressed and unsatisfied with their lives. Not all of us can save the world or become a legend, but shouldn’t just making one persons day a little bit brighter by saying hello, or offering a hug, making a difference in one persons life by offering your kindness out of complete selflessness, shouldn’t that be satisfying enough?
I can’t help but wonder, will you recognize my face? I hope so. Here it’s perfectly dark.
I’ve wondered why I’m at this conference for hours now. Now I’m wondering what will come next. I wonder if I should eat another cookie. Could really go for another coke. The wonder is gone after I’ve wondered about wondering too long. Wonder why.
i wondered if he would ever come. i waited, but i wasn’t patient enough. and so instead, i left him there. alone. waiting.
and now, both of us, will be apart, waiting, and forever wondering.
He wondered how many times he could use this apartment, before his buddy Jimmy would ask him to stop it. She was married, he was married and hell, Jimmy was seeing someone. It isn’t a real question why someone that is starting out a relationship would have an issue with his long term married friend breaking some of his select wedding vows all over his bed. It wasn’t much to ask, in his opinion, to use someone else’s apartment while the person in question was at work, to take part in some sort of unchecked relationship. Still though, he would probably need to get a secret place of his own.
Of all things gained and how, of things not said but understood, of a lily, and a beautiful tree, of the mountains and how He made you and me, of the love and trust of a child, and of a pet who turns our heart into mush and love and respect!
I sat there after the news of my fate was delivered and wondered if this would be as hard as it appeared. Would I ever be able to adjust? Would anything good come out of it? But I knew that it was all in God’s hands, so I would’t need to worry.
Of all things gained and how, of things not said but understood, of a lily, and a beautiful tree, og the mountains and how He made yo and me, of the love and trust ofv a child, and of a pet who turns our heart into mush and love and respect!
I always wondered what it meant to be free.
I thought I knew, for a time. What freedom meant. It felt like running. Running away and never having to come back.
I didn’t understand that it meant running away, and not caring if you ever returned.
I’ll never be free. I’m bound here by unbreakable chains. Bound by love, but mostly by fear.
I walked from hallway to hallway. Everything was silent. The only noise was the scratching of the trees on windows and the scuffing of my shoes. Where had everyone gone?
I have wondered where the wondered people are and what they are wondering about. Are they still wondered? How long can one stay wondered? What is like to be wondered? Is it the same as BEWILDERED, because that seems the same to me. I guess wonder could have a sense of fantasy to it.
a thought. something that goes through the mind when there is something unexplained or nagging. something one might experience when they see a girl with a new guy, or a guy with a new girl. something you might feel when you discover a new activity you have no tried yet. wonder. what does it mean to wonder? it opens endless possibilities of new things to try and do. it is a huge word, one that makes the imagination go wild.
I wondered if I was going to get the job. The interview didn’t go very well, and I didn’t seem right for the job, but deep inside I knew I should be given a chance. The waiting game begins, and hovering by the phone for the rejection or acceptance should be a blast. I really hope this works out
I wondered why baby carrots had smaller baby carrots inside of them. It was random, I know; but as I sat in my dorm room, staring at the wall and chewing on frozen baby carrots, I couldn’t help pondering. It’s like the prize inside of crackerjacks.
amused, pondered, considered, Thought about all of the wonderful things about life. Wishful thinking about life, love etc.
what it’s all about. at the sky at at night. what might have been. what to do next. what was in store. how it started and how it will end.
WONDERED:soon, our bodies are one with the universe.we become soil, plant, air and water. we are eaten, breathed, excreted- totally consumed :ashes to ashes /dust to dust
she didn’t like to be left alone
she wondered about him
wondered if he was thinking of her
wondered if he cared for her
wondered if he lied to her
wondered if he wondered about her…
so she kept her brain working and busy
or else
she was left to wonder and worry
i wondered what he was like and what he thought of me. because he seemed like he wanted to say something but he didn’t. and it breaks my heart to see people get treated like that when all they have is epilepsy.
He no longer wondered.
He knew. And she did, too.
That’s what made it all the more challenging.