Experience is a personal thing, varying as much as each fingerprint on this planet. It’s controlled by hormones, environment, genetics and so much more yet appears so extraordinarily real to the experiencer themself. In a way that is what makes it so invaluable, the fact that experience is thoroughly subjective and pretty unique
Sarah
We have experience through our daily lives. We can learn it, we can practice it, we can share it. It can get you a job, or keep you from getting a job. Experience can totally change your life and your perspective of life and how people are. It can make you act differently or inspire you to do something totally awesome and new. It can be boring, it can be exciting. DO something with it.
Emily Geiger
Make sure you actually experience things in stead of only talking and writing about it!
Lotte
Life is all about experience.
We experience things as we live. We cannot live without experiencing. We experience input from all five senses constantly, and we experience things that happen to and around us.
There is without a doubt,
a huge pit.
in the centre of my stomach.
and its eating me whole.
god damn.
it hurts.
I couldn’t sleep.
correction, I can’t sleep
because of it.
it feels like a black whole.
concern and worry take over my facial expressions.
its hard to swallow,
with this lump in my stomach.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-
why do I feel like this?!
i don’t want to be around anyone.
I think it might be time to distance myself,
and disappear for a while.
I’m sorry.
hopefully i’m still good enough for you.
my temper cannot be helped.
my head falls heavy.
i’ve lost all hope.
this is beyond my experience,
words flowing into paintings
becoming life, life becoming a dream
experience the wonders & the riches
to ecstasy, the agony
the ugly & the beauty
of this experience.
Sean Clements
It is aLL. iT IS all I want. To share my perception with another. To strive to experience and strive and experience some more to search eachothers eyes for thought and frequency for a mirror of oneself. to be truly understood. Let me live, let me laugh mutually. and be held for no other reason then to be as close as one can be to let my heart beat in to the palm of another and fel the warmth of a cheek on my shoulder. SPEAK DEEPLY I need more.
unwindingwords
he fucked me. when i closed my eyes
i did not see heaven, or nirvana,
not even the devil himself.
i saw a little boy trying to prove
his worth, the blandest sight of them all.
One must gain experience, for without experience, you know only that what you’ve known since birth. I don’t believe in tabula rasa. Some things have been decided by DNA and such stuff. But experience is everything else.
Experience? For what? A job? Life? You can’t have experience if you don’t have a job. However, you can’t get a job if you don’t have experience. It’s an infinite loop of hollowness.
Fran Loncar
Experience. What do I know? Here, now. Or not. Yesterday, today and tomorrow. Maybe.
May
When I was younger I thought I knew everything. Now I’m a little bit older but I still don’t know much. But the things I do know I’ve learned from experience. We don’t always like what we learn from it. It hurts hard sometimes. But in the end it is the best teacher.
Joan
The most brutal of teachers. but you learn. my god, do you learn. this is a quote by C.S. Lewis, and it really inspires me. Not inspires, but it is just so true. From experience you learn so much, but it can hurt trumendously…
Judith
How many of you want to be writers? Most hands shot up.
You know the difference between a writer and storyteller? Professor Miller looked dwarfish, bent forward to peer between us, his elbow on the table, thumbnail on his chin. The table was a big ellipse, and he sat in the middle, at the tip of the minor axis. No one spoke.
A writer wants to write, and looks for something to say. A storyteller wants to say something, and finds a way to write it. Now I ask, how many of you want to be writers?
Students look at each other, confused. A blonde girl with a notepad raises her hand and then lowers it.
He didn’t harp on the usual check-your-grammar, show-not-tell, know-your-characters. “This is not what love *is*,” he said, tapping a story with his knuckles. Or: “Have you met someone who’s mentally depraved, Julie?” His eyes were earnest and hard to look into.
I couldn’t finish my second story for the class. “If it’s the day before it’s due, and you’re tearing out your hair, just Drop Everything and Live,” he said, “Go to a party or whatever you young people do nowadays. Better a late story than an empty one.”
I got a N on my transcript: No grade. Office of the Registrar says: A “N” grade is the result of incomplete assignments, deferred due to unforeseeable circumstances. Once requirements have been satisfied (arranged individually with the instructor), the professor can change an “N” grade to the appropriate grade. If no change has been made by the last day of the next semester, a “N” grade automatically becomes a “F.”
In Professor Miller’s office on the last day: “I don’t get math majors often. I’m sure you have something to say that the literary ones can’t. Life of a mathematician, perhaps? What drives you to writing?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t admit a mid-college crisis because admitting it made it real. I was still in one piece. Math was just a… obsessive twin brother I needed to get away from. For a while.
“You’re right. I’m just trying to write before I have a story to tell.” The girl with a scar on her face wrote about “passion.” It made my “passion for mathematics” feel a lie.
I went home for Christmas break. Listened to the adults converse, my baby cousins go “choo-choo” over the train set. Adult conversations seem more interesting with new ears. Like classical music, I didn’t appreciate until dad circled notes in Bach’s canons: “Look, you translate these notes over in time and in pitch: an exact copy.”
How to get experience? “Drop everything and Live.” It felt funny, writing “Get more experiences” as a new year’s resolution. It reminded me of the Buddhist group I used to attend with Mom, where they would chant and then sit in a circle to “share experiences.”
But you couldn’t get any more specific than “experience,” could you? If you could quantify it, write down a definition, then Living would be a matter of reading, and you could learn it in a book. The very idea of experience was supposed to be, you don’t know it until you have it.
Experience is such a vast word. Well it has to be really I suppose, as it contains within it many worlds. Like a Russian doll word. With many layers. And many learnings. Experience is a pupil crouched at a desk, absorbed in a book. Experience is a barefoot traveller in a strange country. Experience is hands digging in to new food. Experience is new sensations, realisations, revelations, all tearing off another layer of wrapping on the gift of the world.
Experiences are always the greatest with other people. It doesn’t matter how shitty an experience is if you have good company who makes you laugh. Every day we experience things we don’t even realize are going to be significant.
Mo
She leaned in against his form, unsure of how he would feel about her. His arms wrapped easily around her waist as he dropped gentle kisses over her skin, following a track down her neck and over her shoulder. She sighed lightly, unable to hold back the soft groan that left her throat. The feeling in her gut, the heat, was a new experience.
i’ve had many different experiences throughout my life, some good, some bad. but they all changed me, made me who i am. you cant go through life without experiences. they shape us into who we are meant to be.
kerry
When something has happened to you and you learn from it or points you get to level up your pokemon or minecraft character. Sometimes they are good and sometimes they are bad depending on the event in question, and some can involve a complete life upheaval. PRAISE TO CTHULU!
Rosie Garwood.
I have no experience in writing, only a passionate desire to write as much as is physically possible. I may not be any good, it may never take me anywhere in life, but it will never cease to be fascinating and oh so rewarding and I will always write. Always.
He was defined by not many, but just one experience. His overwhelming guilt was only rivalled by his overwhelming shame. Before that day, that perfectly miserable day, you would of guessed he was happy. You’d be wrong, but at least he used to be a good actor.
Words of wisdom, of a woman with true experience echoed in my ears as I climbed this mountain of what seemed like no end. “Never forget your roots.” The words hit me like a brick as I realized the true meaning. She didn’t mean like my family, the people that formed who I am today. She literally meant roots. A crushing tearing ripping sound
Experience the magic and excitement…. There’s nothing you can buy or wrap with a bow that is a better gift than the gift of experience. Teach, Show, Persuade to live on the edge
Of all the experiences I’ve had the pleasure of enduring in my life there are those that stick with you.
Wether it’s with friends by you’re side or the overcoming of obstacles by yourself, what seems to define great experiences is fighting an uphill battle, overcoming fears and come out on top of the mountain just in time to see dawn break overhead.
Tikke
it takes experience. everything does. to know yourself is really the most important thing. i still cannot claim to know myself, after spending these years alone in this body.
I long to go. I long to live, to leave, and to know what it means to be a human being in this vast expanse of a world. But my fear, my responsibility, my rationality, they hold me back and say, “No no, don’t dare dream of such things. How will you live? How will you survive in your travels, your fantasies?”
Experience has been defined as “what you get when you don’t get what you want”. In that case, in my writing career I’ve had plenty of experience. It was usually spelled REJECTION. Maybe this year will be the year to change all that? I can but hope…
Something you attain over time in one area….expertise…..valuable knowledge…..acquisition of a large body of work or knowledge……know how
Cammie
A particular instance of personally encountering or undergoing something. I have had many experiences in my life, and I’ve been fortunate enough that the majority of them were good experiences.
it has rather been one since this year began. Love, luck, work and drama, lots and lots of drama. It’s insane when i look back at it, that i survived. Sitting through this new years I have no idea where I am headed.
Experience is a personal thing, varying as much as each fingerprint on this planet. It’s controlled by hormones, environment, genetics and so much more yet appears so extraordinarily real to the experiencer themself. In a way that is what makes it so invaluable, the fact that experience is thoroughly subjective and pretty unique
We have experience through our daily lives. We can learn it, we can practice it, we can share it. It can get you a job, or keep you from getting a job. Experience can totally change your life and your perspective of life and how people are. It can make you act differently or inspire you to do something totally awesome and new. It can be boring, it can be exciting. DO something with it.
Make sure you actually experience things in stead of only talking and writing about it!
Life is all about experience.
We experience things as we live. We cannot live without experiencing. We experience input from all five senses constantly, and we experience things that happen to and around us.
There is without a doubt,
a huge pit.
in the centre of my stomach.
and its eating me whole.
god damn.
it hurts.
I couldn’t sleep.
correction, I can’t sleep
because of it.
it feels like a black whole.
concern and worry take over my facial expressions.
its hard to swallow,
with this lump in my stomach.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-
why do I feel like this?!
i don’t want to be around anyone.
I think it might be time to distance myself,
and disappear for a while.
I’m sorry.
hopefully i’m still good enough for you.
my temper cannot be helped.
my head falls heavy.
i’ve lost all hope.
this is beyond my experience,
words flowing into paintings
becoming life, life becoming a dream
experience the wonders & the riches
to ecstasy, the agony
the ugly & the beauty
of this experience.
It is aLL. iT IS all I want. To share my perception with another. To strive to experience and strive and experience some more to search eachothers eyes for thought and frequency for a mirror of oneself. to be truly understood. Let me live, let me laugh mutually. and be held for no other reason then to be as close as one can be to let my heart beat in to the palm of another and fel the warmth of a cheek on my shoulder. SPEAK DEEPLY I need more.
he fucked me. when i closed my eyes
i did not see heaven, or nirvana,
not even the devil himself.
i saw a little boy trying to prove
his worth, the blandest sight of them all.
One must gain experience, for without experience, you know only that what you’ve known since birth. I don’t believe in tabula rasa. Some things have been decided by DNA and such stuff. But experience is everything else.
Experience? For what? A job? Life? You can’t have experience if you don’t have a job. However, you can’t get a job if you don’t have experience. It’s an infinite loop of hollowness.
Experience. What do I know? Here, now. Or not. Yesterday, today and tomorrow. Maybe.
When I was younger I thought I knew everything. Now I’m a little bit older but I still don’t know much. But the things I do know I’ve learned from experience. We don’t always like what we learn from it. It hurts hard sometimes. But in the end it is the best teacher.
The most brutal of teachers. but you learn. my god, do you learn. this is a quote by C.S. Lewis, and it really inspires me. Not inspires, but it is just so true. From experience you learn so much, but it can hurt trumendously…
How many of you want to be writers? Most hands shot up.
You know the difference between a writer and storyteller? Professor Miller looked dwarfish, bent forward to peer between us, his elbow on the table, thumbnail on his chin. The table was a big ellipse, and he sat in the middle, at the tip of the minor axis. No one spoke.
A writer wants to write, and looks for something to say. A storyteller wants to say something, and finds a way to write it. Now I ask, how many of you want to be writers?
Students look at each other, confused. A blonde girl with a notepad raises her hand and then lowers it.
He didn’t harp on the usual check-your-grammar, show-not-tell, know-your-characters. “This is not what love *is*,” he said, tapping a story with his knuckles. Or: “Have you met someone who’s mentally depraved, Julie?” His eyes were earnest and hard to look into.
I couldn’t finish my second story for the class. “If it’s the day before it’s due, and you’re tearing out your hair, just Drop Everything and Live,” he said, “Go to a party or whatever you young people do nowadays. Better a late story than an empty one.”
I got a N on my transcript: No grade. Office of the Registrar says: A “N” grade is the result of incomplete assignments, deferred due to unforeseeable circumstances. Once requirements have been satisfied (arranged individually with the instructor), the professor can change an “N” grade to the appropriate grade. If no change has been made by the last day of the next semester, a “N” grade automatically becomes a “F.”
In Professor Miller’s office on the last day: “I don’t get math majors often. I’m sure you have something to say that the literary ones can’t. Life of a mathematician, perhaps? What drives you to writing?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t admit a mid-college crisis because admitting it made it real. I was still in one piece. Math was just a… obsessive twin brother I needed to get away from. For a while.
“You’re right. I’m just trying to write before I have a story to tell.” The girl with a scar on her face wrote about “passion.” It made my “passion for mathematics” feel a lie.
I went home for Christmas break. Listened to the adults converse, my baby cousins go “choo-choo” over the train set. Adult conversations seem more interesting with new ears. Like classical music, I didn’t appreciate until dad circled notes in Bach’s canons: “Look, you translate these notes over in time and in pitch: an exact copy.”
How to get experience? “Drop everything and Live.” It felt funny, writing “Get more experiences” as a new year’s resolution. It reminded me of the Buddhist group I used to attend with Mom, where they would chant and then sit in a circle to “share experiences.”
But you couldn’t get any more specific than “experience,” could you? If you could quantify it, write down a definition, then Living would be a matter of reading, and you could learn it in a book. The very idea of experience was supposed to be, you don’t know it until you have it.
We are who we are based on our experiences.
Experience is such a vast word. Well it has to be really I suppose, as it contains within it many worlds. Like a Russian doll word. With many layers. And many learnings. Experience is a pupil crouched at a desk, absorbed in a book. Experience is a barefoot traveller in a strange country. Experience is hands digging in to new food. Experience is new sensations, realisations, revelations, all tearing off another layer of wrapping on the gift of the world.
Experiences are always the greatest with other people. It doesn’t matter how shitty an experience is if you have good company who makes you laugh. Every day we experience things we don’t even realize are going to be significant.
She leaned in against his form, unsure of how he would feel about her. His arms wrapped easily around her waist as he dropped gentle kisses over her skin, following a track down her neck and over her shoulder. She sighed lightly, unable to hold back the soft groan that left her throat. The feeling in her gut, the heat, was a new experience.
i’ve had many different experiences throughout my life, some good, some bad. but they all changed me, made me who i am. you cant go through life without experiences. they shape us into who we are meant to be.
When something has happened to you and you learn from it or points you get to level up your pokemon or minecraft character. Sometimes they are good and sometimes they are bad depending on the event in question, and some can involve a complete life upheaval. PRAISE TO CTHULU!
I have no experience in writing, only a passionate desire to write as much as is physically possible. I may not be any good, it may never take me anywhere in life, but it will never cease to be fascinating and oh so rewarding and I will always write. Always.
He was defined by not many, but just one experience. His overwhelming guilt was only rivalled by his overwhelming shame. Before that day, that perfectly miserable day, you would of guessed he was happy. You’d be wrong, but at least he used to be a good actor.
Words of wisdom, of a woman with true experience echoed in my ears as I climbed this mountain of what seemed like no end. “Never forget your roots.” The words hit me like a brick as I realized the true meaning. She didn’t mean like my family, the people that formed who I am today. She literally meant roots. A crushing tearing ripping sound
It was meaningless. Cold, but warm. Soft yet terrifying. I sat and looked at what I had done. What we had done.
Experience the magic and excitement…. There’s nothing you can buy or wrap with a bow that is a better gift than the gift of experience. Teach, Show, Persuade to live on the edge
Of all the experiences I’ve had the pleasure of enduring in my life there are those that stick with you.
Wether it’s with friends by you’re side or the overcoming of obstacles by yourself, what seems to define great experiences is fighting an uphill battle, overcoming fears and come out on top of the mountain just in time to see dawn break overhead.
it takes experience. everything does. to know yourself is really the most important thing. i still cannot claim to know myself, after spending these years alone in this body.
I long to go. I long to live, to leave, and to know what it means to be a human being in this vast expanse of a world. But my fear, my responsibility, my rationality, they hold me back and say, “No no, don’t dare dream of such things. How will you live? How will you survive in your travels, your fantasies?”
No…
white flags
the heart of a snowstorm
on a white ledge
how could i know
you were so cuffed to
the run-out tide
i nearly froze to death myself
chasing you
scars under my shirt
like jailhouse tatts
but theyre fuck all brother
is it colder there
than here?
the flakes drift in silence
we walk in a crooked line
daring the cold to choke us
murmuring danny boy
to short-rein the chatter
your mother’s heart is broken
the phone call turned it solid white
her white hair
falls around her blue lips
everything else i can bear
we mark you absent
turn our gaze inward
as climbers must
i tell no one that i knew
yet we pray
for sight of your hurricane lamp
high and swinging in blurred distance
till no one feels
the wind, the cold
Experience has been defined as “what you get when you don’t get what you want”. In that case, in my writing career I’ve had plenty of experience. It was usually spelled REJECTION. Maybe this year will be the year to change all that? I can but hope…
Something you attain over time in one area….expertise…..valuable knowledge…..acquisition of a large body of work or knowledge……know how
A particular instance of personally encountering or undergoing something. I have had many experiences in my life, and I’ve been fortunate enough that the majority of them were good experiences.
it has rather been one since this year began. Love, luck, work and drama, lots and lots of drama. It’s insane when i look back at it, that i survived. Sitting through this new years I have no idea where I am headed.