In my opinion, knowledge is information that one memorizes (for lack of a better word) from either a book or class per say, as opposed to wisdom which is something that one discovers on their own either through a physical, emotional, and/or spiritual experience.  There's my two cents for the day/night :)

If ever I could hate something it would be having to be human.  Yes I know there are a lot of wonderful things about it, but the emotions that go along with it and the inability to make one's mind up about anything is absurd.  Here I sit, a 23 year old female with great health and a rather adorable and fun loving personality, so why is it that I can't even make my mind up on what I would like to do with my life?  The moment I come to a conclusion I'm pulled in a completely different direction just to have the whole scenario repeat itself again.  Not only that but all of a sudden as of the last few weeks I'm being plagued by the disgusting feeling of jealousy.  Jealousy a feeling and/or emotion that I have never understood nor given into and yet here I am a grown woman and I can't get rid of the damned thing no matter what I try.  I look at pictures of my friends with their life partners and I can't help but feel jealous even though I have someone in my life whom I adore.  I still can't help but feel that horrid emotion when I see them laughing and smiling at each other and knowing that my relationship is so full of stress that we don't share those moments as we used to.  I watch my friends buying houses and here I am still living with my parents because there isn't a single place here in this city that is hiring and my partner only has a 25 hour a week part time job at minimum wage.  I can't help but feel a pang of that horrid emotion when I listen to my friend explain how he ever so romantically proposed to his partner.  What really gets me about this one is that I don't care for nor do I ever want to be married, so why is it that I felt jealous that he proposed?  Perhaps it's a jealousy of that fact that they get to travel and always enjoy each other's company.  While I wake up every morning and wonder whether my partner and I are going to have a good day or whether we're going to go to bed upset yet again.  And no it's not his fault.  I'm not even able to manage my own stress so how the hell am I going to be able to be here for him when he needs me?  He won't even share his problems with me, and I can't blame him.  I don't even want to share my problems with me.  He doing the best he can and all I seem to be able to do is just continue to fall apart and feel that every little thing is the end of the world when in reality it's the complete opposite.  I'm such a horrid mess.  And as a topping to the whole thing I know that I'm only making things worse for worrying and focusing on such things, but the worry and thoughts won't leave me be.  No matter what I do they won't stop coming.  All I want to do is scream!  I need help, but how in the name of the goddess am I going to afford to get help when I can't even pay any bills right now because of the lack of a job.  I know there are so many other people out there with real problems and yet here I am getting all worked up about this nonsense.  I don't know what to do or where to go or even if to do anything at all...

I would undo the unspoken social rule of needing possesion of things and a material world.  The rule of needing to have more and more stuff, of being the biggest and baddest as judged by ones possesions.

Both are in the eye of the beholder.  For what may be truth or beauty one day may change the next.

My happiness and understanding of things.  At this point I wish I understood the man that I'm sharing life with.  I'm missing that understanding of why he says so many pretty words and seems to mean them, and in the flick of a light switch I'm being accused of turning into the bad person.  I wish I understand why it was that because I came home exhausted last night after having to work two shifts and having to be patient with his attitude towards me in the afternoon because of him not feeling well, it was somehow my fault that I was exhausted and was slightly irritated that the first words out of his mouth when I walked through the door was "not now I'm playing this game".  All I was going to do was give him a kiss... I miss understanding why it was that even after I chose to shrug that off and take a shower and made a few more attempts at holding a conversation with him it was still my fault for choosing to lay in bed and try to relax a little...I miss understanding why he does this....I truly wish I knew...I miss understanding how he can be so wonderful one day and the next (if it even waits for the next day) he can be someone so different...If only I could truly leave myself and actually see the situation for what's really going on.  Perhaps he's right, perhaps it is my fault and I'm not seeing it....I don't know...I really don't know anymore....

Another lesson to be learned I guess :)

I would love to untangle the human's necessity for depression and seeing things in a negative light even when everything is truly going wonderfully.  That is the part that annoys me the most about being human, why is it that I have a tendency to see only the negative and make small situations into huge dramas, at least in my head which in turn transforms into a form of reality, when in all honesty what I truly want is peace and joy, to just brush the situation away like the spec of dust that it is.  I'll never understand such human emotions and addictions, nor do I care for them or want them anywhere near my vicinity, and yet I happen to be stuck with them.  My main and mostly only goal is to get rid of this nuisance...

If I could ask anyone about the past it would be me.  The me that choose to come back to live another life on this earth.  I'm sure I had some big plan for coming back, now if only I knew what that plan was and what my previous experiences were that have put me where I am today...lol...

To say that I love one thing or person in particular more then another would not make any sense to me.  The way love works for me is completely different then for others.  For one, I love everyone and everything.  Now this doesn't mean that I necessarily agree with them/it or that I like them/it, but I do love them equally.  To pick and choice whom and what to love in life seems like such a strange thing to do.  This is something that my boyfriend doesn't understand yet...lol...he expects that I will love him in a completely different way then I love everyone and everything else, and the truth is that I don't.  When it comes to love I feel the same love for everything and everyone.  How could I choice where to place my love?  We are all from the same energy, just because our molecular structure chose to appear in one format or another doesn't make us any different other then just our outer appearance, and those will always change.  Therefore I love all because I am all just as the all is me. 

I find it difficult to describe my thoughts.  I don't think or comprehend things in any language known to man.  It's a mixture of thinking through pictures, emotions, and comprehension with no words needed.  Therefore this makes it very hard for me to describe what I'm thinking or feeling to anyone.  Even normal conversation is strange and somewhat difficult to me because I have to think of the words that would be closest to what I want to say when the real words don't exist, so I'm always misunderstood...lol...I'm sorry if none of this makes any sense   :)

My first complete memory is of being outside in the backyard and looking up at the clouds and sun and realizing that I was alive.  I was a little over a year old.