To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate the beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch Or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!

• Ralph Waldo Emerson

To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women.

Currently just trying to be a girl, be kind, and trying to help the people around me.

I try to follow a set of rules which define how i should live my life written in my own words, which essentially restate the golden rule/10 commandments/fundamental tenets/etc. I read them as myself, as if I’m giving advice to myself. Pronouns can be tricky. I don’t follow them perfectly and often will tweak the wording, hoping to avoid misinterpretation.

I call them my veritaclaritives. (veritas + clarus = loud and clear truth; probably bad latin)

• Always look out for #1

• Always be prepared for a #2 (e.g. romance, friendships, shit)

• Only desire what you require

• It’s only theft if they need it more than you (emphasis on NEED)

• Create more than you consume

• Help people up, more and before you put anyone down

• Treat everyone as a friend until they prove otherwise (emphasis on both THEY and PROVE; the golden rule)

• Make amends with your friends, before an unexpected end (r.i.p. Nivec)

• Keep your friends close, be your own worst enemy

• If thoughts of any enemy anger you, you’ve already lost (note plural)

• Destroy enemies until they are unable to do you harm

• All enemies can be defeated through unconditional love.

To be furiously myself.

Of course there’s “how do you define yourself” but I discover it every day and it changes spectrally every few weeks (it better) so my definition is wrong over and over again. And I’m right over and over again too. Am I drunk?

It’s hard to define in words, since words lose meaning and are imperfect when they leave your mouth.
But I feel well-defined when I turn a gun game into a tea party. Or a tea party into a gun game.
When I stay up wake to grab an extra bite of time, or when I do jack shit to stare at cool red cirrus clouds. I’m defined when I fuck up but bite my way up the wall into a standing position.
When I write something down and look back at it later – “wow, I was smart” or “wow, I was braindead” – then do it again.
Decorate my room, or make my lock screen pretty, or reanimate a useless skill.

I’m only a little opinionated though. If I download a personality, that’s still me. If I 180, that’s still me. If I’m dead wrong and eat advice, that’s still me.

I’m not gonna carpe diem into a crime spree but my time is fucking mine so fuck everything (romantically/derogatorily)

To enjoy myself. What exactly that means, changes over time.