She never thought it would be this easy to adapt to how life was in these poor, magically dry realms. It seemed so dull, broken and lost here. Nothing was as beautiful as it could have been. It made her homesick, yes, but nothing nearly as much as that desert.
things change. its the way society works….life works…we have to mold ourselves continuously, but what happens when the changes are so fast that we cannot conform? Thus brings chaos and the need to slow life down, so we can start fixing the broken people out there.
I’ve changed with the seasons and the people who do too. I’m a loner. I no longer complain. I like breaking people for the better. I like making them have to open up because it’s better they don’t turn out like I did.
You have to adapt to change. The world always changes. It never matters what you want, things are always happening without you. Change can be good. Don’t be afraid. It doesn’t always hurt. :/
how do I adapt to new environemtns? is this all about evolution? I think about the caveman and how he adapted. why could we not have come from gorilla’s? we would have adapted much more rapidly into big, tall, people who are strong, but maybe dumb. I dont know! Thats all I have to
If I can adapt to the current situation, with all it’s twists and turns and sometimes rather unpleasant and unsubtle nuances, I’m certain that I can adapt to just about anything. But if I cannot adapt to the current situation, I feel that my inability to adapt may lead to my demise.
It’s hard to adapt to a modern day world,
when all your sensibilities are crying for the Old Testament.
I have spent my time wisely,
slowly,
keeping faith in all I used to do.
But now the world seems to take it away.
It’s okay,
and I’m still alive
and I’m still fine
and I wonder what all the fuss is about.
When do we conform?
As he wandered around the beach, Fred felt absolutely parched. He knew he wanted a drink of water, but he felt compelled to walk inland. Walking felt strange to him. The ocean felt like home, but he knew he would have to embrace the use of his webbed feet in order to adapt to being a creature of the land.
I was told by my doctor – a useless drunk – that I would have to adapt my lifestyle or I’d face an early grave. Naturally I told him I was too old and stuck to change my ways. He’d said fine, on your own head be it, but you’ll be dead within the year. I asked him if I could have 2049.
When my time was up, I had to learn how to fit in, how to adapt to the new regime and be invisible to the new people. I couldn’t hold on to the past. I couldn’t be myself any more.
I’ve been told that I am adaptable. As a child I thought that this meant that, like, if I lost a limb in an accident that it would grow back- like a starfish. Or that if I tried hard enough, my skin would turn different chameleon colors to fit in with my surroundings. Now I realize that it means that I’m just lazy enough to not care where I am or what I’m doing any particular moment.
To adapt means to get used to something. That’s what I’ve always thought of when I hear, read, or speak the word “adapt”. I’ve adapted to many things in my life, or so I thought, but then I realize that I never really adapted at all because I ended up walking away from the thing.
I just hit the back button and got another minute to finish my thoughts on this word. I suppose that I adapted to the situation, wouldn’t you say? Or, maybe not. Maybe you’ll read this and think that I’m just a dullard with nothing to say.
we are as a race able to set ourselves apart from the monkeys with the power of rationalization. we can adapt our view of ourselves to match what our minds think we need it to be.
I’ve tried, many times, to adapt to what’s around me. And the only thing I have learned is that I should worry less about adapting to the world and worry more about adapting the world to myself. I’m here for a blink. I’ve gotta breath my air and fill my space.
Adapting to my new life was hard. Everything was different, and I stuck out like a sore thumb, being basically the only person on the entire planet who didn’t have pale skin and black hair. I literally didn’t belong here, but it was the only way I could be safe. He said so himself. He wouldn’t put himself first, no matter what.
we all have a special skill when we are out of our comfort zones. we learn how to adapt. it’s what helps us grow. we learn, we experience, we adapt. to take away that would be the end of our own existences…
The tadpole, and then the frog. Amphibians are so flexible. I wish I could live on both land and in the sea, having legs when I need them and gills when I need them and lungs and fins and whatever I need.
The world changes everyday, and everyday we adapt to those changes. Even if they’re tiny little changes that we never even notice. Sometimes they’re big changes that we have no choice but to notice. Moving to a new country was a big change, though I seemed to have adapted, it will never really feel like home. I guess it never really will.
She didn’t know what to do now. Everything that she had known went to pieces. She could choose one of two roads: to adapt and accept what happened or to fall to the floor, shattered never to be whole again.
It is hard to adapt to live at home with your parents after you’ve been on your own for long. Now. I’m afraid of adapting to life on my own again when the time comes. It won’t be for a while but it will happen sooner or later. And I’ll have to adapt, again.
College has been a struggle to adapt to. I wish I was like everyone else and could just let it all go, have fun, and be a new person here, but I am still the old me. I am still afraid to go out and do wild things for fear of getting caught so instead I just sit here in my room watching movies on weekends. I wish I could adapt in the ways others have, but I just don’t think that is going to happen any time soon.
We must change to suit our needs, for our needs evolve as the world around us changes, itself reacting to our actions. This is a cycle, like Karma and Samsara, and not like the linear path of production and consumption practiced in the world of money. Which do you prefer?
She couldn’t adapt to being loved by anyone besides the man who had cherished her for more than sixty years. He made for her the life she wanted complete with children and house and everything she ever wanted. She held fast to her loneliness and kept a morsel of misery inside where nothing could challenge it.
It wasn’t a matter of choice. If I didn’t adapt, I would die. But that was it; I didn’t know how to adapt. Everyone everywhere had become zombies, roving the planet trying to find food. How was I going to try to blend in when I was food? I solved the problem by grabbing a zombie-passerby and dragging her into a metal shed. She bit me and I decapitated her. I had to. I couldn’t allow her to continue eating me as I made the change. Food…FOOD!
though mt.rainier was left intact,the closer powerful girl got to the destructive zone the longer she realized it would take for the local fauna to adapt to it’s new surroundings
though mt.rainier was left intact,the closer powerful girl got to the destructive zone the longer she realized it would take for the local fauna to adjust to it’s new surroundings
it had only been a handful of months before my skin began
to shine the way your hands did, even in the dark.
i always had a weak sense of self and you had an overpowering laugh,
shaking from your shoulders to your head thrown back.
together, could there have been some other outcome?
my hair lightened by the day and i burned my dictionaries and i stopped sleeping.
but you were still watching, back then, so i
learned to smile in turn.
The clock on the wall says 6pm however, for me it is really 4 am in the morning. How am I ever going to adapt to this time change? My brain is scrambled, my body weary and i need to give a presentation in 3 hours. I know i am going to come off sounding like an illiterate fool.
She never thought it would be this easy to adapt to how life was in these poor, magically dry realms. It seemed so dull, broken and lost here. Nothing was as beautiful as it could have been. It made her homesick, yes, but nothing nearly as much as that desert.
things change. its the way society works….life works…we have to mold ourselves continuously, but what happens when the changes are so fast that we cannot conform? Thus brings chaos and the need to slow life down, so we can start fixing the broken people out there.
I’ve changed with the seasons and the people who do too. I’m a loner. I no longer complain. I like breaking people for the better. I like making them have to open up because it’s better they don’t turn out like I did.
This course is challenging; however, Professor Suda has made it intriguing. She has motivated me to adapt my views on teaching and learning.
You have to adapt to change. The world always changes. It never matters what you want, things are always happening without you. Change can be good. Don’t be afraid. It doesn’t always hurt. :/
how do I adapt to new environemtns? is this all about evolution? I think about the caveman and how he adapted. why could we not have come from gorilla’s? we would have adapted much more rapidly into big, tall, people who are strong, but maybe dumb. I dont know! Thats all I have to
If I can adapt to the current situation, with all it’s twists and turns and sometimes rather unpleasant and unsubtle nuances, I’m certain that I can adapt to just about anything. But if I cannot adapt to the current situation, I feel that my inability to adapt may lead to my demise.
It’s hard to adapt to a modern day world,
when all your sensibilities are crying for the Old Testament.
I have spent my time wisely,
slowly,
keeping faith in all I used to do.
But now the world seems to take it away.
It’s okay,
and I’m still alive
and I’m still fine
and I wonder what all the fuss is about.
When do we conform?
As he wandered around the beach, Fred felt absolutely parched. He knew he wanted a drink of water, but he felt compelled to walk inland. Walking felt strange to him. The ocean felt like home, but he knew he would have to embrace the use of his webbed feet in order to adapt to being a creature of the land.
I was told by my doctor – a useless drunk – that I would have to adapt my lifestyle or I’d face an early grave. Naturally I told him I was too old and stuck to change my ways. He’d said fine, on your own head be it, but you’ll be dead within the year. I asked him if I could have 2049.
When my time was up, I had to learn how to fit in, how to adapt to the new regime and be invisible to the new people. I couldn’t hold on to the past. I couldn’t be myself any more.
If you don’t adapt, you will be left by the wayside in the forward march.
I’ve been told that I am adaptable. As a child I thought that this meant that, like, if I lost a limb in an accident that it would grow back- like a starfish. Or that if I tried hard enough, my skin would turn different chameleon colors to fit in with my surroundings. Now I realize that it means that I’m just lazy enough to not care where I am or what I’m doing any particular moment.
To adapt means to get used to something. That’s what I’ve always thought of when I hear, read, or speak the word “adapt”. I’ve adapted to many things in my life, or so I thought, but then I realize that I never really adapted at all because I ended up walking away from the thing.
I just hit the back button and got another minute to finish my thoughts on this word. I suppose that I adapted to the situation, wouldn’t you say? Or, maybe not. Maybe you’ll read this and think that I’m just a dullard with nothing to say.
let go, the
cliff sings before you, hear the
counter-melody
shrills
come, come, let go
leap, change,
let go, adapt
why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why adapt to something awful when you could just solve
we are as a race able to set ourselves apart from the monkeys with the power of rationalization. we can adapt our view of ourselves to match what our minds think we need it to be.
I’ve tried, many times, to adapt to what’s around me. And the only thing I have learned is that I should worry less about adapting to the world and worry more about adapting the world to myself. I’m here for a blink. I’ve gotta breath my air and fill my space.
One must adapt to be adept at anything. Talent only takes one so far. Innovation and change are twin sons to mother necessity.
Adapting to my new life was hard. Everything was different, and I stuck out like a sore thumb, being basically the only person on the entire planet who didn’t have pale skin and black hair. I literally didn’t belong here, but it was the only way I could be safe. He said so himself. He wouldn’t put himself first, no matter what.
we all have a special skill when we are out of our comfort zones. we learn how to adapt. it’s what helps us grow. we learn, we experience, we adapt. to take away that would be the end of our own existences…
The tadpole, and then the frog. Amphibians are so flexible. I wish I could live on both land and in the sea, having legs when I need them and gills when I need them and lungs and fins and whatever I need.
The world changes everyday, and everyday we adapt to those changes. Even if they’re tiny little changes that we never even notice. Sometimes they’re big changes that we have no choice but to notice. Moving to a new country was a big change, though I seemed to have adapted, it will never really feel like home. I guess it never really will.
She didn’t know what to do now. Everything that she had known went to pieces. She could choose one of two roads: to adapt and accept what happened or to fall to the floor, shattered never to be whole again.
It is hard to adapt to live at home with your parents after you’ve been on your own for long. Now. I’m afraid of adapting to life on my own again when the time comes. It won’t be for a while but it will happen sooner or later. And I’ll have to adapt, again.
“How many of you present different versions of yourselves in different parts of your lives?”
My hand sure went straight up. So did everyone else’s.
College has been a struggle to adapt to. I wish I was like everyone else and could just let it all go, have fun, and be a new person here, but I am still the old me. I am still afraid to go out and do wild things for fear of getting caught so instead I just sit here in my room watching movies on weekends. I wish I could adapt in the ways others have, but I just don’t think that is going to happen any time soon.
His lust was beautiful. He kissed me and touched me in places I never knew could be so sensitive. I Dont think its possible to adapt to this.
We must change to suit our needs, for our needs evolve as the world around us changes, itself reacting to our actions. This is a cycle, like Karma and Samsara, and not like the linear path of production and consumption practiced in the world of money. Which do you prefer?
Why should we adapt to anything; let everything adapt to us and life will be so much easier!
She couldn’t adapt to being loved by anyone besides the man who had cherished her for more than sixty years. He made for her the life she wanted complete with children and house and everything she ever wanted. She held fast to her loneliness and kept a morsel of misery inside where nothing could challenge it.
adapt
new places
new people
having a clean room
when before
it was all messy
i have yet to learn
to adapt
It wasn’t a matter of choice. If I didn’t adapt, I would die. But that was it; I didn’t know how to adapt. Everyone everywhere had become zombies, roving the planet trying to find food. How was I going to try to blend in when I was food? I solved the problem by grabbing a zombie-passerby and dragging her into a metal shed. She bit me and I decapitated her. I had to. I couldn’t allow her to continue eating me as I made the change. Food…FOOD!
though mt.rainier was left intact,the closer powerful girl got to the destructive zone the longer she realized it would take for the local fauna to adapt to it’s new surroundings
though mt.rainier was left intact,the closer powerful girl got to the destructive zone the longer she realized it would take for the local fauna to adjust to it’s new surroundings
adapt to the changes
the everyday simple
nothing’s the same
but then again, it never will be
too much time has gone by
adapt to the changes
it had only been a handful of months before my skin began
to shine the way your hands did, even in the dark.
i always had a weak sense of self and you had an overpowering laugh,
shaking from your shoulders to your head thrown back.
together, could there have been some other outcome?
my hair lightened by the day and i burned my dictionaries and i stopped sleeping.
but you were still watching, back then, so i
learned to smile in turn.
The clock on the wall says 6pm however, for me it is really 4 am in the morning. How am I ever going to adapt to this time change? My brain is scrambled, my body weary and i need to give a presentation in 3 hours. I know i am going to come off sounding like an illiterate fool.
Sharks have adapted to be the worlds perfect predator.
They are at the top of the food chain.
SHARX FO LYFE MAYUN>>>>
never forget to adapt to change well.