Violet Rays

Stop comparing yourself to other girls, no matter how pretty, clever, cool or cashed-up they are.

No one will ever have your unique twist of talents, perspectives or beauty.

You do enough. You have enough. You are enough.

Stop comparing yourself to other girls, no matter how talented, well-dressed, popular or capable they are.

You improve the world more than you can possibly comprehend, just by being true to who you are every day.

Go outside & be fabulous. Watching who you are, & seeing what you’re becoming, makes us so proud to know you. The world delights in your presence. We all love you very much.


Super-love & cupcakes,
Gala

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"I would rather die of thirst than drink from the cup of mediocrity"
-Unknown

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I have been pressure so much to go out and party. People are making it their obligation to take me to a party. They think it is some kind of sin that I haven't been to at least one. I think God will forgive me, so I'm not going to a party.

Just because everyone else likes to go out, doesn't mean it is for me. Last time I check I'm a separate Individual with my own likes, dislikes, dream, hopes, and fears. Do not force your beliefs down my throat. Yes, 'believing' I have to go to a party because I'm in college is a belief. I 'believe' I can have fun without going into that atmosphere.

"Oh you need to get out and go to a party."
I don't need to do anything. There is nothing a really 'need', other than the basic necessities of life. I'm not going to die if I don't party.

I don't care what anybody says. I'm going to do something else. Like Robert Frost, I'm going to take the road less traveled. That's me taking a stroll down the path few have taken. Where will it take me? I have no clue. So, I'm saying no. Call me whatever you want to call me.

On top of that, I haven't got all of my high school rebellion out of my system. Therefore, the more you say I 'have to', 'must', or 'should' makes me not want to do it even more. I hate it so much when somebody pushes something on me. It makes me hate it even more.

I'm not going to a party and you can't make me.

Love,
Leira Violet

For those who haven't read Robert Frost's The Road Less Traveled
ROAD LESS TRAVELED

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference


Robert Frost

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I know. I've been writing a lot of poetry lately, but hold on. There shall be actual posts soon. I promise you.

Free laundry for now
washing as much as possible
90 cents a load soon

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It had the heads of Scylla
each stalked their prey with its one eye
In stealth and greed it scanned the multitude
All are oblivious to its presence
while it seeks those that resist

My hands move along
My mind rejects the motions
My lips move to the songs
My heart refuses the lyrics

Oh no! I've been spotted!
It takes its one eye and glares straight through me
My true motivations cannot be hidden
I'm raised above the masses in its firm grip
Soon paralyzed by scorn glances of dissent
each look disapproving my inner resistance

I await my execution.
to be burned at the stake for my non-conformity
or tortured 'til my soul could bare no more
What will big brother do to me?

Scylla drops me back down
I raise my arms and sing
with all my heart, soul, and mind

Love,
Leira Violet

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This is the beginning of a series of haikus about my college experience.

Can't wait for Christmas
There's less than 4 months 'til then
Dreams, private bathroom

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The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

-Walden by Henry David Thoreau

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