LifePhilosophy
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James Joyce once described the rolling waves of the Irish sea in such a manner as to completely, unabashedly obliterate any notion of beauty surrounding the thing: “The sea, the snot-green sea, the scrotum-tightening sea.” Someone evidently had several qualms about the sea. Well, he had a dexterity with words, anyway. Though I certainly do…
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“It seems that the more places I see and experience, the bigger I realise the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realise how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn. Maybe that’s enlightenment enough: to…
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“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself. I am large; I contain multitudes.” -Walt Whitman As I anticipated the next chapter of my life in Ireland from my remote suburban town north of Chicago, I imagined the world unfolding like a rosebud before me. I imagined my life abroad to resemble the…
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At my high school graduation, on a swelteringly hot day in June, I wore black. The field house where all the graduates-to-be were waiting in lines for the ceremony to commence was a conglomeration of the colour white, speckled with the deep emerald polyester of billowing graduation gowns. Tradition and implicit social norms explicate the…
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A brilliant mind once said, “It’s all about the love.” That brilliant mind was an eight year old version of myself with whom I believe I have very little in common. She liked pink more than purple and was afraid of the dark, thunderstorms, and Harry Potter. She wanted to be a dog groomer. Quite notably, a…
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“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.” – Ernest Hemingway. I am offended by the blankness of the page before me. If this page had eyes, they would be watching me expectantly, waiting for my next move, taunting me with the blink, blink, blink of the cursor, hungry for…
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“Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.” -Rumi. When we were little, pain was as simple as a skinned knee or a vaccination at the annual doctor’s check-up. Pain was occasionally stomping our feet because we weren’t allowed to have any more candy. It was having to share our coloring books or our dollhouses, or…
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Yesterday, my oldest friend passed away. She did not walk on two legs, nor did she speak. She didn’t have to. She had four paws, a perpetually wet nose, and a big heart. She was more than a four year old could ever ask for. The day we brought Emmy home, she had her shaggy black…
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I am a folk and indie music enthusiast. If you do not have an ounce of appreciation for songs that contain thought-provoking lyrics, soul-stroking acoustic arrangements, or chillingly smooth voices that may or may not remind you of butter, you might as well stop reading right now. But I think I can bring you over to my…
Eliana Jordan 
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