Running yesterday, I noticed many wild daisies were blooming along the highways of life. Of course I thought about Maude, and my previous post, and I had to pick a bunch. No two daisies are alike. No two humans are alike. This is philosophical, but I am always curious as to why so many Smiths seek to be Joneses and so many Hatfields grow envious of McCoys. Just Be. That's the only way to be free, and I'm hoping that the single daisies I brought to individuals in my class tonight are a slight way I can continue the Brown School tradition outside of the Brown. It's okay to be a rose, or a daffodil or an iris. But daisies that grow wild are wonderful, too. We are all wild in our own little way.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Didn't Donald Date Daisy?
Running yesterday, I noticed many wild daisies were blooming along the highways of life. Of course I thought about Maude, and my previous post, and I had to pick a bunch. No two daisies are alike. No two humans are alike. This is philosophical, but I am always curious as to why so many Smiths seek to be Joneses and so many Hatfields grow envious of McCoys. Just Be. That's the only way to be free, and I'm hoping that the single daisies I brought to individuals in my class tonight are a slight way I can continue the Brown School tradition outside of the Brown. It's okay to be a rose, or a daffodil or an iris. But daisies that grow wild are wonderful, too. We are all wild in our own little way.
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