Growing is a hard place to be. you are caught between a world of pretend and a world that you don’t want to be real. You will love and journey in this time, feel heartbreak and loss, but you must remember to carry on through it all. You must never let yourself go or those that care. it will be a mistake.
She grew up so fast. She was my little girl; the apple of my eye. One second she was a cooing baby in my arms, the next she was going into high school. A blink later she was graduating and going to college, then getting married. I walked my sweet daughter down the aisle of her wedding, putting her life into another man’s hands.
I was growing a garden,
One filled with childish hopes and dreams.
Then, at the peak of my age,
I found that the garden that I had tended,
Was trampled with generations.
I think about growing quite often. How I have become who I am and what it took to get there. Sometimes its alarming, other times it makes me sad, or happy, or scared of whats still to come. But I guess we all must remebering t
With a growing sense of dread, I’m getting ready to leave work for class tonight, I completely forgot my snack (Junior Mints). At least I remembered dinner, I guess.
I’m just so burned out after this very stressful week that five hours of class are not going to be very easy for me.
plants grow every day like humans do. when they are growing it means they are getting exactly what they need to thrive. sunlight, the healthy soil that surrounds their roots, fresh air, water. Water. Water is really such a key element to the growth of humans too. We are mostly water, after all! When we grow it is a sign that we are healthy. And that we are giving our bodies what they need.
I am growing up.
I am no longer a child.
No longer a child with innocence and grandeur beyond the ages, but rather a man who has seen and heard things he cannot unhear.
Growing is about learning. you grown through the process of learning. Trials and tribulations help you grow into the person you were meant to become. Not everyone grows to their full potential.
i sometimes feel like i’m not growing, or that i’m not growing at the rate i imagined i would. i see this word and think about what it means and i cringe, i feel tired, i wonder if i’ll ever grow up. and yet.
Its roots grew longer and longer pressing into the soil of the field. Its stem burst out of the ground. As it grew taller and taller its bud formed and bloomed.
May walked out into her uncle’s field hoping to find something interesting to pass time with. She found a tall flower that had probably just recently grew there. Entranced by its beauty she tried to pick it, but it would not budge. She laid down beside the flower for the rest of the evening admiring the beauty of each petal and shade.
Inch by inch a child grows into a man. But it takes much more then biology for a man to grow into an adult. He was still a child hiding behind the camoufloug of a 3 piece suite, and a cocky grin.
She was growing, growing, growing! Her bones stretched like taffy and went up and up and up. She bounced on the balls of her feet and the ground trembled under her, uneasy at such weight. She giggled and tried to skip, but tripped herself up on her big, big feet. She stumbled, reached out to stop her fall, and accidentally crushed a tree.
I`m growing up,
I`m getting smaller
I`m falling off…
this isn`t a past that will happen again
a future that will come to pass
Life that will cease living
You, you are here
I`m growing up without you
You`re falling off my surface
the past is getting nearer
the end is passed away
today we are growing snowflakes and snow banks and snow dunes.
we are growing whiteness and fluff and purity to cover this messed up
World in need of same saving grace.
Life is all about growing. Whether it’s a sapling that reaches towards light, or a human who grows from a baby on four to a man on two. Growth is all about change. And change is the only language that the universe understands. It’s growing too.
Growing up is a significant event in anyones life. God damn it, if I could go back I’d obviously change a lot of things about growing up, but I guess that would take a lot of the excitement out of everything, wouldn’t it?
Education is all about growing. It helps you become the kind of person who can deal with challenges. But the most important thing about growing is that there always need to be a balance between be responsible and just having fun. Enjoy life.
The days are growing longer, and they never seem to end. Just like when I look down and notice how quickly my little man is growing each and everyday. Just like the changing seasons, or changing weather, he is changing as well. Into a well developed young man.
Barry was just another hippy too old to be a hippy, growing marijuana in the back forty of his property in southern Oregon. He was just another enthusiastic collector of funky bongs and pipes and suncatchers and fun times…until he was struck by lightning and became enlightened and folks assumed that meant he’d be amenable to giving free advice. He spent much time lovingly explaining that the definition of “intensely aware person” is not “blithering idiot”…until their terminal insensitivity naturally doomed them and Barry saw that to kill one of them would bring him his current peace in prison, smoking dope with the guards and reading Nisargadatta’s “I Am That” on his back in his cell.
growing, everyday, regardless of the want for it,
but maybe it’s the need kicking in.
growing, everyday,
either too much too fast,
not even a notable amount,
or in the perfect kind of way
at just the right time.
growing, everyday,
until it dies.
growing up is tough. It hits harder than you can possibly imagine. Not everyone does, some people do too much or too quickly. You can lose or gain people due to growing, most of that has to do with your choices.
The growth, the endless growth of the night upon the lambs. The grass it grows at night too, it sees the lambs in the nights and speaks to the stars as they go by in their ceaseless dance of glory and light. That is, until the sun comes up to steal their glory, like a king among his soldiers after a war. But there grass, and the lambs, they know they must needs him for something. Else he would not be there, and so they absorb what warmth they can. And Grow. And Know. And Learn.
My feelings for you were less of love than of addiction.
You started as a high, but became my worst affliction.
Separation brought withdrawal, and because I can’t resist
Any slight temptation has me chained at the wrist.
Everything is growing all around us. The trees, animals, plants, life! It is amazing when you think about it! I am growing at this moment. My hair and cells are constantly changing. I am also growing emotionally…whenever I talk to someone I am learning and growing from them.
The world is constantly in a state of growing. Life always moves forward whether we like it or not. During this process, we make mistakes, we succeed, and we learn a lot about ourselves, and how we fit into the world. We grow. We change. We love. We champion ourselves, and our weaknesses. This is Growth.
In spite of himself, in spite of all the concentration and effort and passion he was pouring into the movement, he couldn’t deny that that stupid winecask Grantaire was growing on him. Enjolras could try to distract himself in any way he could imagine, he could pour every ounce of energy he had into rallying the people to revolt, yet still, on the very edges of his vision, those wild, dark curls and that saucy, shit-eating grin would appear through the red haze of the revolution. Would try to convince him to slow down, to be young while he still could. But constant as it was, it would not prove enough until the very end.
Growing up has been one of the most interesting adventures that I have ever been on. I have travelled, backpacked, explored caves, gone to crazy bars but…nothing compares to the long process of growing up (or out). By “out” I mean, reaching outwards towards the world and growing with each experience it gives us.
I am growing out of myself. I’m at that crossroads where what you are should determine which way you go…and I don’t even know what I am yet. But I do know I’m growing bigger than what my body can hold,so I’m setting up camp at the fork in the road.
The flower bloomed into a million beautiful days if march. It became the symbol if happiness and beauty, but the sign if sadness and loneliness.
It’s beautiful black rise petals spread open and let themselves be seen to the world, only to be wrapped up and tucked away. But don’t people throw stones at things that shine? Quite beautiful it is… A wonder. The way that little flower grows…
The idea was growing. Taking shape in unexpected ways. Suddenly the experimentation had begun, and he was out to find his voice for this project. The voice that would write this book.
Growing up . . . involves pain. Just as the spring flowers stretch and grow from the soil, we stretch and grow. Stretching is uncomfortable at best, but then settling into the new space is a joy.
Growing is a hard place to be. you are caught between a world of pretend and a world that you don’t want to be real. You will love and journey in this time, feel heartbreak and loss, but you must remember to carry on through it all. You must never let yourself go or those that care. it will be a mistake.
I’m growing. I’m getting taller. and my knowledge is growing. so is my vocabulary
i’ve never done this before so i’m wondering how long I have.
OMG
the blue thing at the bottom
0____0
She grew up so fast. She was my little girl; the apple of my eye. One second she was a cooing baby in my arms, the next she was going into high school. A blink later she was graduating and going to college, then getting married. I walked my sweet daughter down the aisle of her wedding, putting her life into another man’s hands.
I was growing a garden,
One filled with childish hopes and dreams.
Then, at the peak of my age,
I found that the garden that I had tended,
Was trampled with generations.
I think about growing quite often. How I have become who I am and what it took to get there. Sometimes its alarming, other times it makes me sad, or happy, or scared of whats still to come. But I guess we all must remebering t
With a growing sense of dread, I’m getting ready to leave work for class tonight, I completely forgot my snack (Junior Mints). At least I remembered dinner, I guess.
I’m just so burned out after this very stressful week that five hours of class are not going to be very easy for me.
Still, sleep tomorrow.
plants grow every day like humans do. when they are growing it means they are getting exactly what they need to thrive. sunlight, the healthy soil that surrounds their roots, fresh air, water. Water. Water is really such a key element to the growth of humans too. We are mostly water, after all! When we grow it is a sign that we are healthy. And that we are giving our bodies what they need.
I am growing up.
I am no longer a child.
No longer a child with innocence and grandeur beyond the ages, but rather a man who has seen and heard things he cannot unhear.
Growing is about learning. you grown through the process of learning. Trials and tribulations help you grow into the person you were meant to become. Not everyone grows to their full potential.
i sometimes feel like i’m not growing, or that i’m not growing at the rate i imagined i would. i see this word and think about what it means and i cringe, i feel tired, i wonder if i’ll ever grow up. and yet.
Its roots grew longer and longer pressing into the soil of the field. Its stem burst out of the ground. As it grew taller and taller its bud formed and bloomed.
May walked out into her uncle’s field hoping to find something interesting to pass time with. She found a tall flower that had probably just recently grew there. Entranced by its beauty she tried to pick it, but it would not budge. She laid down beside the flower for the rest of the evening admiring the beauty of each petal and shade.
Inch by inch a child grows into a man. But it takes much more then biology for a man to grow into an adult. He was still a child hiding behind the camoufloug of a 3 piece suite, and a cocky grin.
As i was growing up, all the things around me did too. Trees, houses and my wishes….like a bean in a plastic cup.
She was growing, growing, growing! Her bones stretched like taffy and went up and up and up. She bounced on the balls of her feet and the ground trembled under her, uneasy at such weight. She giggled and tried to skip, but tripped herself up on her big, big feet. She stumbled, reached out to stop her fall, and accidentally crushed a tree.
I`m growing up,
I`m getting smaller
I`m falling off…
this isn`t a past that will happen again
a future that will come to pass
Life that will cease living
You, you are here
I`m growing up without you
You`re falling off my surface
the past is getting nearer
the end is passed away
today we are growing snowflakes and snow banks and snow dunes.
we are growing whiteness and fluff and purity to cover this messed up
World in need of same saving grace.
Life is all about growing. Whether it’s a sapling that reaches towards light, or a human who grows from a baby on four to a man on two. Growth is all about change. And change is the only language that the universe understands. It’s growing too.
flowers
plants
kids
love
relationships
music
beautiful
development
evolution
mental
physical
I thought my first love would happen in an instant
That it would be more than a spark
But a giant flame burning through me
I didn’t think it would be like this
Growing slowly
Like a seed
Needing time to be nurtured
And cared for
To itself be given love
Turning into a giant tree
One that protects me
And covers me fully
I thought my first love woudn’t happen
Until I met
Your soul
Growing up is a significant event in anyones life. God damn it, if I could go back I’d obviously change a lot of things about growing up, but I guess that would take a lot of the excitement out of everything, wouldn’t it?
Education is all about growing. It helps you become the kind of person who can deal with challenges. But the most important thing about growing is that there always need to be a balance between be responsible and just having fun. Enjoy life.
The days are growing longer, and they never seem to end. Just like when I look down and notice how quickly my little man is growing each and everyday. Just like the changing seasons, or changing weather, he is changing as well. Into a well developed young man.
Barry was just another hippy too old to be a hippy, growing marijuana in the back forty of his property in southern Oregon. He was just another enthusiastic collector of funky bongs and pipes and suncatchers and fun times…until he was struck by lightning and became enlightened and folks assumed that meant he’d be amenable to giving free advice. He spent much time lovingly explaining that the definition of “intensely aware person” is not “blithering idiot”…until their terminal insensitivity naturally doomed them and Barry saw that to kill one of them would bring him his current peace in prison, smoking dope with the guards and reading Nisargadatta’s “I Am That” on his back in his cell.
growing, everyday, regardless of the want for it,
but maybe it’s the need kicking in.
growing, everyday,
either too much too fast,
not even a notable amount,
or in the perfect kind of way
at just the right time.
growing, everyday,
until it dies.
growing up is tough. It hits harder than you can possibly imagine. Not everyone does, some people do too much or too quickly. You can lose or gain people due to growing, most of that has to do with your choices.
The growth, the endless growth of the night upon the lambs. The grass it grows at night too, it sees the lambs in the nights and speaks to the stars as they go by in their ceaseless dance of glory and light. That is, until the sun comes up to steal their glory, like a king among his soldiers after a war. But there grass, and the lambs, they know they must needs him for something. Else he would not be there, and so they absorb what warmth they can. And Grow. And Know. And Learn.
ok
My feelings for you were less of love than of addiction.
You started as a high, but became my worst affliction.
Separation brought withdrawal, and because I can’t resist
Any slight temptation has me chained at the wrist.
Growing is hard it takes a lot of work, time and energy. Growing up is awful. Growing plants is fun. Growing comes with rewards and challenges.
Everything is growing all around us. The trees, animals, plants, life! It is amazing when you think about it! I am growing at this moment. My hair and cells are constantly changing. I am also growing emotionally…whenever I talk to someone I am learning and growing from them.
The world is constantly in a state of growing. Life always moves forward whether we like it or not. During this process, we make mistakes, we succeed, and we learn a lot about ourselves, and how we fit into the world. We grow. We change. We love. We champion ourselves, and our weaknesses. This is Growth.
In spite of himself, in spite of all the concentration and effort and passion he was pouring into the movement, he couldn’t deny that that stupid winecask Grantaire was growing on him. Enjolras could try to distract himself in any way he could imagine, he could pour every ounce of energy he had into rallying the people to revolt, yet still, on the very edges of his vision, those wild, dark curls and that saucy, shit-eating grin would appear through the red haze of the revolution. Would try to convince him to slow down, to be young while he still could. But constant as it was, it would not prove enough until the very end.
Growing up has been one of the most interesting adventures that I have ever been on. I have travelled, backpacked, explored caves, gone to crazy bars but…nothing compares to the long process of growing up (or out). By “out” I mean, reaching outwards towards the world and growing with each experience it gives us.
I am growing out of myself. I’m at that crossroads where what you are should determine which way you go…and I don’t even know what I am yet. But I do know I’m growing bigger than what my body can hold,so I’m setting up camp at the fork in the road.
growing, stretching, being, birth, blossom, seeds….. falling, winter snow, cold, warmth, cold, heat, earthworms, soil, sunshine, stretch, peak, reach, expand, sun’s blush, rain, growing, growing, growing, repeat…
The flower bloomed into a million beautiful days if march. It became the symbol if happiness and beauty, but the sign if sadness and loneliness.
It’s beautiful black rise petals spread open and let themselves be seen to the world, only to be wrapped up and tucked away. But don’t people throw stones at things that shine? Quite beautiful it is… A wonder. The way that little flower grows…
you have a love of growing things
that i love to watch
you hover over plant seedlings
anxious until the little green stalks
start to push out of the dirt
you watch little children
with jealous eyes and an
honest adoration that would
drive me mad if i didn’t know
that you look at me with that same
bright hunger
The idea was growing. Taking shape in unexpected ways. Suddenly the experimentation had begun, and he was out to find his voice for this project. The voice that would write this book.
my plants are growing, my kids are growing, my town is growing. It seems as if everything around me is growing and im just here staying the same.
Growing up . . . involves pain. Just as the spring flowers stretch and grow from the soil, we stretch and grow. Stretching is uncomfortable at best, but then settling into the new space is a joy.