<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25981532</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:54:44.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be glad and young</title><subtitle type='html'>"you shall above all things be glad and young, for if you're young, whatever life you wear it will become you; 

and if you are glad whatever's living will yourself become..." 

ee cummings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestfullykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25981532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestfullykelly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ZestfullyKelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447632294584832880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/2720/1600/bookcou.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25981532.post-6742649965324262597</id><published>2007-01-30T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:04:07.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>75</title><content type='html'>I have a professor who is approximately 75 years old for a 4 hour economics class I take on tuesday nights.  He is the happiest man I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that when I'm 75, I'm still completely in love, active, learning, and happy--just like he is.  I can think of no better way to live than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dr. Killian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25981532-6742649965324262597?l=zestfullykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestfullykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/6742649965324262597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25981532&amp;postID=6742649965324262597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25981532/posts/default/6742649965324262597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25981532/posts/default/6742649965324262597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestfullykelly.blogspot.com/2007/01/75.html' title='75'/><author><name>ZestfullyKelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447632294584832880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/2720/1600/bookcou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25981532.post-115643944379632528</id><published>2006-08-24T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:10:43.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's not about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will choose joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in doubt, keep on loving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25981532-115643944379632528?l=zestfullykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestfullykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/115643944379632528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25981532&amp;postID=115643944379632528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25981532/posts/default/115643944379632528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25981532/posts/default/115643944379632528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestfullykelly.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-not-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>ZestfullyKelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447632294584832880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/2720/1600/bookcou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25981532.post-114591238997607576</id><published>2006-04-24T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:59:49.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why I write</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I write to remember...&lt;br /&gt;I write to forget...&lt;br /&gt;I write to quell the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love,&lt;br /&gt;to form&lt;br /&gt;the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched,&lt;br /&gt;to reveal&lt;br /&gt;how vulnerable we are,&lt;br /&gt;how transient.&lt;br /&gt;-Terry Tempest Williams&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I just wish I had written that.  But I didn't.  So I wrote my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write to clear my head of the cloudiness of the day. I write so that I don't forget how I felt at an exact moment in history and in my life. I write to make sense of the confusion of hurt and life. I write to record the sheer happiness that comes with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write quickly and until my mind is empty for fear that I might forget and lose the feeling forever. I write in frantic sentences so I don't lose my next thought to the one I am still trying to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write to pretend I'm an expert. I write because in my own mind I become an author. I write to be more like my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write because my thoughts make more sense on paper than in my mind. I write to control the emotions and feelings in my soul so I can better express them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25981532-114591238997607576?l=zestfullykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestfullykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/114591238997607576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25981532&amp;postID=114591238997607576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25981532/posts/default/114591238997607576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25981532/posts/default/114591238997607576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestfullykelly.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-i-write_24.html' title='why I write'/><author><name>ZestfullyKelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447632294584832880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/2720/1600/bookcou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25981532.post-114487992468488081</id><published>2006-04-12T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T19:18:23.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be glad and young</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you shall above all things be glad and young&lt;br /&gt;For if you're young,whatever life you wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will become you; and if you are glad&lt;br /&gt;whatever's living will yourself become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing&lt;br /&gt;than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance&lt;br /&gt;-ee cummings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the way these words are put together that bring beauty to the eloquence. Life right now doesn't suit me. I need some sense of permanance that gives me the security to grow some roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the hardest lesson I've had to learn so far. I wouldn't know what kind of roots to put down because I haven't really figured out what I'm going to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ee cummings masterpiece (although the above excerpt is not the completed poem) reminds me to be glad and young. It reminds me that I need to be young as long as possible...to love and live this time, and through that I will become something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and if you are glad, whatever's living will yourself become..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to become what I'm glad about...as soon as I learn what that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't imagine I'm the only one who wants some permanence in this very temporary college life. Maybe there are other kinds of permanence? Maybe there's someone looking for permanent friends, or permanent hobbies, or permanent interests. Careers, organizations, groups...maybe these are all places college students look for a place to grow some roots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really have no idea. I'll let you know when my life becomes permanent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25981532-114487992468488081?l=zestfullykelly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zestfullykelly.blogspot.com/feeds/114487992468488081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25981532&amp;postID=114487992468488081' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25981532/posts/default/114487992468488081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25981532/posts/default/114487992468488081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zestfullykelly.blogspot.com/2006/04/be-glad-and-young.html' title='be glad and young'/><author><name>ZestfullyKelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16447632294584832880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/2720/1600/bookcou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
