| Yin |
| ����������� My life is fortunate. I live in a country where I have the freedom of speech, the right to live my life the way I choose, and the opportunity to live an enriched life. I can get a job, go to school, enjoy art, go to movies, and buy quality fruits at the supermarket. I am protected by laws, and I can live without fear of oppression due to who I am. I have family members that wish to ensure that my life is okay, and are always there to protect and encourage me. I am pretty lucky. ����������� My life is comfortable. I do not have to endure the harshness of Mother Nature when I sleep. I can purchase good food and I have adequate facilities to prepare them in so that they are delicious, healthy, and satisfying. I can receive information instantly through television and the internet. I can store my money in a secure building, from which I can access it anywhere with a swipe of a card. I am pretty cozy. ����������� My life is interesting. I am learning the specifics of the television industry. I am discovering my own talent for writing. I am realizing new things every day about science, lifestyles, and politics. I can be dazzled by new special effects on the latest DVDs I can rent at the video store. I can monitor the trends of current music through radio and television, and decide for myself what I do and do not like. I am pretty up to speed. ����������� My life is relaxing. I can listen to any type of music any time I want. I can sleep a full eight hours every night if I so choose. On certain days, I can even sleep longer--as long as I feel like. I can read, and write, and read again at my leisure. I can strike up a conversation with an old friend and learn more about his or her life if I want to. I am pretty unwound. ����������� My life is fun. I can go to amusement parks, camping trips, and dances. I play games with my friends, or by myself. I can challenge myself in my work, seeing if I can beat my former score or mark. I have the power and talent to create my own worlds, and share them with others. I can enjoy the simple pleasures in life, like walking with my headphones on, or eating a really good rack of ribs. I am so very amused. ����������� My life is beautiful. I can witness the phenomenon of the Northern Lights, or a caterpillar's transformation into a butterfly. I have experienced love, affection, and passion. I know the pleasure of helping others, and I bask in the joy of seeing winter turn to spring. I have made friends that respect me, and I have learned to see them as people I cherish the most. I am pretty surreal. ����������� My life is powerful. I am at the peak of my physical abilities. I am not infected by any deadly diseases, I have healthy bones and teeth, and I keep myself clean and sanitary. I walk rather than drive whenever I can, since it's not only better for my legs and lungs, but it's safer and cleaner for the environment. I can self-discipline myself strongly in order to complete all school assignments when they are required to be done. I am pretty strong. ����������� My life is orderly. I eat to satisfy my cravings and remain nourished whenever the necessity arises. I sleep when fatigue overcomes my ability to reason, and can rest comfortably with relative ease. The scheduling of my daily routines makes my life comfortable and easy to live in. I know where everything I feel is important is, and when I have to be where I need to be. I am pretty organized. ����������� My life is positive. I look towards each day with the belief that sometime between the sun's next rising and its eventual dip into the horizon, I will experience something or meet someone who will make my life more interesting. It is clear that the possibilities for optimism lie within each moment, and I need only reach forward and take hold of them. I am pretty happy. |
| Yang |
| ����������� My life is unlucky. In a world where money buys you happiness and nice guys finish last, I have found myself to be in a shut-in lifestyle from which I can't escape. I am so dependant on others that I have no real freedom that I can exercise. I can't travel to far away paradises, nor can I visit the imaginary fairy-tale lands of my youth. Am I truly lucky? ����������� My life is depressing. I have never worked a day in my life. I haven't even a clue how to go about getting a job. I probably couldn't even hack being a bus boy if I ever did get such a job. I don't have strong intrapersonal skills, and don't really know how to interact with people I never met before. Am I really so particular? ����������� My life is difficult. I must face the challenges of life every day. I must combat rigid schedules, merciless thunderstorms and blizzards, and the possibility of one day having to go to fight in a war I don't understand. I feel that everyone is secretly laughing behind my back; some don't even wait until my back is turned. I fear rejection to the point of wishing to avoid confrontation altogether. Am I in fact so strong? ����������� My life is lonely. I have been through the most painful of heartbreaks, and with every passing evening, I sit alone, tormented by the memories of the happiness I lost. I keep to myself in order to avoid criticism, and thus I don't have any really close friends these days. Nobody can be bothered to give up time from their own lives to comfort me in mine. Do I really have anyone? ����������� My life is nothing special. I don't cut classes, do drugs, break the law, get into gangs, get scholarships, excel at learning, have adventures, meet important people, or solve any problems of the world. I am a normal young man leading a normal young life in a normal fashion. I can't save lives, travel to other places, or figure out mysteries. Am I doing so well? ����������� My life is weak. I cannot face others, in good nature or during confrontation. I cry at night for no reason. I bring others down with my constant negativity, and I can never seem to find the bright side of life. My independence is restrained by my need of others to take care of me. Can I do anything myself? ����������� My life is small. I cannot grasp the idea of thousands of people being killed in a catastrophic act of terrorism, nor can I believe with ease that there is a man in the sky that watches over us all. I confine my morals and ideas only to what suits me and my lifestyle. World hunger and global warming hold as much validity in my mind as the tooth fairy and Valentine's Day. Am I in reality so intellectual? ����������� My life is frustrating. Nothing positive happens without a price and nothing negative happens with any rational explanation. My choices always have consequences, most of which I can never foresee until it is too late. It is inappropriate for me to just give in to anger, and it is rare for me to be seen in a state of content. Am I so at peace? ����������� My life is uncertain. I cannot predict the future, nor can I get motivated enough to create my own future. I do not know when I will die, and I fear for the worse when I picture what happens after I do. I have no control over nature, time, or the events of history. I can't take back what I said, turn back the clock, be ahead of my time, or live in the moment. Am I truthfully so in control? ����������� My life is negative. I can never seem to realize that change does involve an aspect of good in it. I cannot interface with unfamiliarity. Effort is in short supply in my life, and nothing in life is easy. I shout and scream and kick and scratch and bite and claw and run and sit and fight and cry... until the next day comes, and I must do it all over again. Am I really so happy? |
| Dan's Notes: Here is a little something I wrote in about 2 hours on a snow day. More self reflection material. |
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| This is my writing. If you want to rip it off, there really isn't much I can do to stop you, but you will be shunned in your next life. If you have something to say about it or want to comment, critisize, or question something, then head to the guest book and speak your mind there, or e-mail me personally. |
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| My Life Is... (C) Copywritten 2002 |
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| Dan's Notes: Here is a little something I wrote in about 2 hours on a snow day. More self reflection material. |