As I stare listlessly into the mirror, the fuzzy image that gazes back at me is someone I barely recognize. But I do. They say prison causes profound changes in a man, and the most extraordinary stem from the most incredible circumstances. That man in the mirror has undergone an unimaginable plethora of alterations because he is the absolute worst thing one can be in prison: an innocent man.
I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige. But still, occasionally, I notice the soft smile of that gracious man I used to know, the kindness in his eyes and the youthful, even naive, wonder underlying his visage.
I witness as he struggles for control over his flagging emotions; his quiet humbleness as he is degraded bởi those who believe that, bởi mere coincidence of fallaciously bestowed power, they are superior in some way; the way he continues to strive for good, despite the oppression surrounding him; how he never puts himself before others; and he helps whoever he can. The man in the mirror is tired of fighting but he cannot stop, he was never taught how to give up. But like Atlas, his back groans under the weight on his shoulders.
I have observed the battles passing through his head as he combats the onslaught of vengeful thoughts for those who lied and cheated to set him up, refusing to hate them, regardless of their perfidious aspirations. The pain he feels for his loved ones, who he is powerless to protect from these people, seems to consume him with the voraciousness of a lion on the third ngày of an unfruitful hunt. He is tortured bởi his inability to provide the warmth and joy that he once gave to his children, and what they (and he) are missing each day. I rarely glimpse hope in his eyes anymore.
I sometimes wonder if he will make it. He seems to know there is little chance for retribution in a society that persecutes based on loose insinuation, vicious accusation and thoughtless supposition, but refuses to accept it. He seems to linger in reminiscence of a ngày long gone, a ngày in which greed and narcissism did not pervade everything, a ngày in which distorted imaginations were not permitted to pervert wholesome interchanges with delusional exaggerations. He seems to stick to his beliefs as if they are the only branches within his grasp during a devastating flood of irrationality. It is like watching a bridge crumble, one speck at a time, over a century; each bit takes an eternity to weaken the structure, but none can be replaced once it has fallen to be swept away bởi the current.
However, I still think he will overcome and persevere, because I have never seen his determination waver. And, as all of us in this situation know, prison mirrors are not very clear.
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I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige. But still, occasionally, I notice the soft smile of that gracious man I used to know, the kindness in his eyes and the youthful, even naive, wonder underlying his visage.
I witness as he struggles for control over his flagging emotions; his quiet humbleness as he is degraded bởi those who believe that, bởi mere coincidence of fallaciously bestowed power, they are superior in some way; the way he continues to strive for good, despite the oppression surrounding him; how he never puts himself before others; and he helps whoever he can. The man in the mirror is tired of fighting but he cannot stop, he was never taught how to give up. But like Atlas, his back groans under the weight on his shoulders.
I have observed the battles passing through his head as he combats the onslaught of vengeful thoughts for those who lied and cheated to set him up, refusing to hate them, regardless of their perfidious aspirations. The pain he feels for his loved ones, who he is powerless to protect from these people, seems to consume him with the voraciousness of a lion on the third ngày of an unfruitful hunt. He is tortured bởi his inability to provide the warmth and joy that he once gave to his children, and what they (and he) are missing each day. I rarely glimpse hope in his eyes anymore.
I sometimes wonder if he will make it. He seems to know there is little chance for retribution in a society that persecutes based on loose insinuation, vicious accusation and thoughtless supposition, but refuses to accept it. He seems to linger in reminiscence of a ngày long gone, a ngày in which greed and narcissism did not pervade everything, a ngày in which distorted imaginations were not permitted to pervert wholesome interchanges with delusional exaggerations. He seems to stick to his beliefs as if they are the only branches within his grasp during a devastating flood of irrationality. It is like watching a bridge crumble, one speck at a time, over a century; each bit takes an eternity to weaken the structure, but none can be replaced once it has fallen to be swept away bởi the current.
However, I still think he will overcome and persevere, because I have never seen his determination waver. And, as all of us in this situation know, prison mirrors are not very clear.
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MEOW, CALIFORNIA! See? There's something deeply liberating in yelling out something random, and it makes bạn think 'Hey, I don't care what bạn think about me!' Go on, try it now, say something random! There we go.
The word 'random' should not be confused with weird, hoặc stupid. They are three very different things, and if bạn don't believe me, look it up in an English Dictionary.
Obviously, some people are thêm reserved than others, and will simply not go yelling out ngẫu nhiên things, but what I am trying to really say is, is to just feel free to be yourself! It's your life, so live it!
The word 'random' should not be confused with weird, hoặc stupid. They are three very different things, and if bạn don't believe me, look it up in an English Dictionary.
Obviously, some people are thêm reserved than others, and will simply not go yelling out ngẫu nhiên things, but what I am trying to really say is, is to just feel free to be yourself! It's your life, so live it!
Ok today i will tell bạn 12 secrets about myself!
Exciting!
1.I tình yêu animals
2.I own tons of manga and anime dvds
3.I am a huge crybaby
4.i am a girl *not really a secret*
5.i tình yêu nghề viết văn my manga series *it's not famous*
6.i tình yêu going outside
7.i have a boyfriend
8.i am chewing gum
9.i tình yêu the stars
10.i tình yêu to dance
11.my grades are "ok"
12.i like to watch tv alot
13.I am not like other girls
14.i care alot for my Những người bạn on here
15.I don't have a bedtime
16.i tried making a drink bởi putting Sô cô la and bubble gum
The End
I hope bạn enjoyed!
Exciting!
1.I tình yêu animals
2.I own tons of manga and anime dvds
3.I am a huge crybaby
4.i am a girl *not really a secret*
5.i tình yêu nghề viết văn my manga series *it's not famous*
6.i tình yêu going outside
7.i have a boyfriend
8.i am chewing gum
9.i tình yêu the stars
10.i tình yêu to dance
11.my grades are "ok"
12.i like to watch tv alot
13.I am not like other girls
14.i care alot for my Những người bạn on here
15.I don't have a bedtime
16.i tried making a drink bởi putting Sô cô la and bubble gum
The End
I hope bạn enjoyed!
BERLIN (Reuters) – A cáo, fox has been unmasked as the mystery thief of thêm than 100 shoes in the small western German town of Foehren, authorities đã đưa ý kiến Friday.
A forest worker stumbled upon shoes strewn near the fox's den and found a trove of giày dép down the hole which had recently been stolen overnight from outside locals' front doors.
"There was everything from ladies' shoes to trainers," đã đưa ý kiến a local police spokesman. "We've found between 110 and 120 so far. It seems a chồn cái, vixen lấy trộm, đánh cắp them for her cubs to play with."
Although many were missing laces, the shoes were in good condition and their owners were delighted to reclaim them, he said, adding that no reprisals were planned against the culprit.
A forest worker stumbled upon shoes strewn near the fox's den and found a trove of giày dép down the hole which had recently been stolen overnight from outside locals' front doors.
"There was everything from ladies' shoes to trainers," đã đưa ý kiến a local police spokesman. "We've found between 110 and 120 so far. It seems a chồn cái, vixen lấy trộm, đánh cắp them for her cubs to play with."
Although many were missing laces, the shoes were in good condition and their owners were delighted to reclaim them, he said, adding that no reprisals were planned against the culprit.