Thursday, December 3, 2009

Santa's come early this year

And so my story drags on...
I have become reunited with my friend that I have been yapping so much about...
And you know what? It feels spectacular. A few old friends that I've had some rocky relationships with are now close to me again as well. I am elated.
And on top of that, it's December!
Now I don't know about you forum, but something about this month really gets me hyped. I think of mittens, hot chocolate, laughter, togetherness, beanies, jackets, and snow... Not that it even in snows in California, but hey. Let's not trample all over my Christmas spirit. I'm guessing it's because I am preparing myself to celebrate a birthday? No, not a birthday... THE birthday! Jesus Christ's of course! I mean... We all get excited for birthday parties, so maybe it's because its Jesus's, people just become brighter during December? Oh I don't know who gives a hoot as long as we're happy? And yes, I did just say hoot... Aherm. I digress. Now I've been a hermit for a few months now thanks to hours of endless studying...HOWEVER, my finals are almost over and every time my face hits that fresh, cold air outside... I feel really... Happy. I feel like bringing that extrovert out of me.
Please tell me I am not alone when I say that December is just an amazing month.
Even through this cold weather, wherever I go I feel like a warm beacon of light is shining on me at all times. And whether it is conspicuous or not, it really doesn't make a difference. All the despairing emotions I leave to you November. Grief, remorse, negativity, you all are not invited to December. I would say go away forever, but we all know that is completely kooky and unrealistic, let alone the fact that I am talking to words right now, but once again! Take your dirty feet off my Christmas spirit.
Let's have a great month forum.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Jaw breaker

I deleted my life is like a jawbreaker post, but apparently someone quoted that post a whole bunch on their own blog... So i'll try to rewrite it to the best of my abilities.

Life is like a jawbreaker. At first, you don't really know what you're in for. You start tasting it and you find that there is a different color under the exterior. You continue to lick at it and hey, different colors. Eventually you get bored so you put it to the side for a bit. Later you continue and what do you know? More colors. You can't even just bite into the thing because it will break YOU. You feel like you should just give up, but you might as well finish what you've already started. Or else all that time-consuming work would amount to nothing. So if you're one of those people that think this way, you keep going at it. And depending on how hard you worked at it, the end result will either be very sweet, or terribly sour.

If my end is sweet, great. If it's sour, oh well. Doesn't mean I'm going to give up. God or no God, I don't want to leave feeling like I didn't do SHIT in this world. And the fact that I believe in God makes my positive willpower that much stronger. I just want to know. Whether my "end" is bad or good... That is all.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009


So a very opinionated person told a friend of mine that my blogs are about nothing. What does that exactly mean? I am obviously writing about something, many times something that i'm not sure about, so what does he/she mean? What exactly is nothing? To me it seems that nothing in itself is something. So can there really be a nothing, without it being... Something? Isn't there always a something for a nothing? You can call something nothing, yet have a name for that nothing thus making it something. So i'm going to use my twisted way of articulating matters to regard his/her comment as a compliment. So thank you.


Saturday, October 24, 2009


I've been going through a "quote phase" lately. I've always admired and articulated quotes by my idols such as Henry David Thoreau, Albert Einstein, and of course scriptures from the bible, but I would never really search for them. Now that I'm at a different point in my life, I guess finding quotes to me is the closest thing I can find to having somewhat of a soundtrack to my life. All these different quotes I've been looking for are ones that act as constructive tools that I can live by... That I am living by. Since it's so difficult for me to describe my life in my own words, I figured sometimes I might utilize the words of other beings to define myself much more eloquently. How original of me right? Not.
Quotes to me, no matter how similar in meaning, when structured correctly they fascinate me. You know those quotes where you read them, and that last sentence just affects you in a way that you want to have it embedded in your mind forever? I've read countless amounts of quotes that were all related to the same topic, however the versatile ways the words were juxtaposed, and the unique stories that were used to represent the point... just cease to amaze me. It's like hey, I already know this, but this person just makes it sound so much better. Well enough of my rambling. Here are some of my favorite quotes.

Psalm 27:1 "The Lord is my light and my salvation- whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life- of whom shall I be afraid?"

Henry David Thoreau "All this worldly wisdom was once the unamiable heresy of some wise man."

Henry David Thoreau "Be not simply good. Be good for something."

Henry David Thoreau "As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives."

From the page L'Eco di Bru "When I was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down 'happy'. They told me I didn't understand the assignment and I told them they didn't understand life."

Monday, August 24, 2009


There are many great, positive aspects of this world that we as humans naturally appreciate. However, no matter how close to perfection some thing may be, nothing will ever be supported and loved by every single person in the world. There will always be at least, one person who will oppose or look down upon an idea or an object. No matter how perfect something seems to be, there will always be an opposer, and as long as there are opposers, there will always be a reason to make ourselves better. A reason to make room for progress. I think that's why God made nothing, literally, perfect. So that people would keep working... So that they would keep trying, knowing that they'll always have space to do better. Shine brighter.
So for God, I will strive to be better than the person I was the day before. If I have anything to live for, it's for the one being that gave me this life, this family, this... Privilege. This privilege to be alive.

"When times are good, be happy; but when times are bad, consider: God has made the one as well as the other. Therefore, a man cannot discover anything about his future." -Ecclesiastes 7:14

Sunday, June 28, 2009

My dream

There once was a boy who possessed a girl's heart. This girl was taken by surprise and was swept off her feet by him. He grew up in an unfortunate surrounding, while she was born and raised in a city with an overwhelming amount of money and power, but it didn't matter. He loved her radiating beauty that rooted from her soul, and she loved his warm heart and smile, that melted the walls that she had put up from previous relationships. She knew he was the one, and he knew she would be the love of his life. They memorized every little detail about each other and everyone was jealous of their unbreakable attraction. They knew how inseparable the boy and the girl were, but they didn't really know why. They didn't know that love was something only understandable by the two who were in it. That only they can fully know the extent to how amazing it really is. And this couple knew. Their love for each other was so strong that they began to neglect other important things and people in their lives. He neglected, and was consequently fired from his job, and he also began to fall away from his studies. Also, she began to distance from her tightly bonded family and friends. So she began to worry. She began to fear. Soon that anxiety overwhelmed her and she did the unthinkable. She told her love that she could no longer be in this relationship. He begged, he pleaded, he demanded answers... But she turned and walked away. She loved him with all her heart, and if it meant having to lose to him to have him get his life back together, she would do it. He was furious with her. He didn't understand. He didn't understand how sorry she was. How masochistic and sadistic she felt for doing such a thing. The pain it caused her to not know what could've been if they stayed together. The pain it caused him. She was a wreck for months. She cried for months maybe even a year, and there was not one day she didn't think of him. Finally, he began to stop calling her. He stopped trying to gain closure. Then one day, all attempts of communication were over. When this happened, she cried more. If only she could explain that it was only to try and help him. But she knew hearing his voice would only make her heart agree to try the relationship once more.
Eventually, she became more comfortable with the huge hole in her heart. She began to recover. She would ask his friends for updates now and then, and would receive news that he had a job again and was going back to school. This made her feel amazing since that was exactly the news she was hoping for. She thought finally that maybe she would be able to live without him... Until one night. One of his friends called her. Sobbing, barely audible. His words almost undecipherable. But he managed to spit out "dead. He-he's dead." Her heart stopped. "W-what did you say?" She asked, her body convulsing with trepidation. "He's... he's dead. He took too many pills, he wasn't himself. He wasn't ... He wasn't thinking straight, and he decided to drive home still rolling... And-" "STOP!" She screamed. At this point she didn't even notice the tears erupting down her face. She went numb. She threw the phone and grabbed at her heaving chest as if it would some how make her feel better. She fell to the floor and curled up, nothing coming out of her mouth but her heavy breathing. She then began to shake her head. "This is a sick joke" she thought. "He's not dead. He's still alive. They're just trying to torture me with guilt from what I did. Yeah... That's it..." She pushed herself to believe this irrational second story, but she needed some kind of proof. Then she looked down at her phone and picked it up. She scrolled down until she found his number in her contacts and, hands shaking, pressed send. She put the phone to her ear and choked when she heard his beautiful voice answer, "You finally returned my call." Relief spread throughout her body like a bomb that had just exploded. She caught her breath, trying not to cry and finally muttered, "what is going on?" "It's true," he said. "I'm not alive anymore." She was dumbfounded. "If this is some kind of sick joke, it isn't funny. Why would you say something like that?" She asked him, anger growing in her voice. "I love you" he said. She fell weak. "I love you so much, I just needed you to know that." She clasped her hands to her mouth to hide her whimpers. Tears trickled down her face and she screamed "I love you, too! I love you so much I'm so sorry I just... I just wanted the best-" "I know", he said cutting her off mid-sentence, "Don't cry. Just know that I love you and I've never stopped, and I never will. Now... goodbye my love. I'm sure we will be reunited soon. Live your life. Goodbye." Her eyes widened and she yelled "No! No! Don't leave, what do you mean goodbye? Please don't leave we can start this again! I won't leave again I promise I love you too much!" She stopped and listened for a response only to be followed by a dial tone. She felt herself grow weak and fell to her knees. What in the world had just happened? After she gathered herself into one piece, she dialed his friends number and explained the event that had just taken place. He told her that she needed to calm down and go to sleep. That she was just shocked from the news and wasn't thinking straight. She furiously ended the phone call and sobbed herself into her dreams. She dreamt of his beautiful face. She dreamt of them, together, hand in hand. She felt the love once more.
When she woke, she ran to her phone to make sure she hadn't been dreaming his voice. She looked at her recent calls and saw his name and the length of their conversation. She knew it wasn't a dream, but still felt relief once more. She hesitantly dialed his number another time. But this time, it didn't even ring. It went straight to the computerized voice that told her that phone number was no longer in use. She hung up and dialed his number 100 times more, but had the same outcome. She knew it was over. She had talked to an angel the night before. She would never hear his voice ever again.
She thought about killing herself, but quickly remembered that her love, the angel, told her to "live her life." The only thing left in her life to do was obey his wish. She would fulfill his last wish no matter how hard it was. "I love you" she said for the last time. She closed her phone and stood up. She opened the blinds and squinted when the sunlight shone in her room. The weather was beautiful. She knew their would be rainy days, but also knew that sunshine was always hidden somewhere around the corner waiting to come out. Sunny days were their favorite. They were special. She smiled and walked outside to take advantage of the beautiful day.
Just for him.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


I am only human. I endlessly make mistakes, say negative things, voice pointless opinions... And I do in fact, regret. I've always wondered how people could tell me that they lived their lives with no regrets. How they could do and say obscene things, yet live on without feeling even a little bit of remorse? How does that work? The most I can make myself do is accept. I mean, what else is there to do? In my opinion, it's impossible to do something so terrible, so... negative... And not regret it the next day. So I've come up with the idea that that whole "I live with no regrets" thing is just an excuse. A cover-up. A phrase just there to pull out when the situation calls for it. That's kind of miserable. If I had to abide by that rule, the phrase would be overused and abused. I regret so much... So often. But in time, I accept it and continue on with my life, trying my best not to think about my mistake ever again. Even a brief moment of reliving some of my regrets makes my whole body cringe. I'm trying to advocate rationality here. Whether it's working or not, I'm just saying it'd be a lot easier to get rid of the "tough guy" facade and just allow yourself to feel disappointment once in a while. It happens to all of us. Acting like we're okay with our mistakes is more depressing than just being honest to ourselves. Lying will just make the healing process a bit more tedious.
Lying to others is forbidden, but lying to ourselves is delusive.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Class of 2009

So it's about that time. It's about that time we pack our experiences that we've attained in our womb, that is high school and set them up in a way to benefit our departure from it. As difficult as some moments of high school may have seemed, we really haven't experienced anything yet. The fights, the tears, the losses... They may have been discouraging, but they are only little samplers of what we will have to deal with in the real world. In high school, the heartbreakers and crooks are still learning, growing on a skill they will soon perfect. The pain they've caused us in high school, will develop into a newfound power that will be easily compared to as a death wish in the future. And the brilliant minds who've always been acknowledged for their work in high school, will see the extent to how phenomenal their minds really are... Or aren't. For some, their thoughts will blossom with innovative ideas that will leave a mark on this presently ingenious world. For others, their brilliance will fade and disappear and no one will offer any kind of sympathy for it.
Unexpected things will happen. We're being introduced to a completely different environment that will challenge every bit of strength we've managed to pick up in our however many years of living. Harsh, will be a word we will become very familiar with and responsibility will never seem more significant.
But it will be beautiful. The greatness underlying the difficulty, will truly make every drop of sweat worthwhile. Perseverance, persistence, resilience, passion, motivation, challenge... victory will never taste so sweet. So let's not allow this intimidation to bring us down, but instead have it bring us excitement. Excitement from getting a chance to discover our boundaries and conceive our minds' capabilities. Excitement from getting to graduate.
So let us cheers to our futures, class of 2009. Let's dive into this journey head-first and show the world exactly what we're made of.

Monday, March 16, 2009

True colors

So there I was. Intermixed between a huge pool of vibrant colors. The beauty that the colors radiated was almost too much. But I was stuck in the middle of them. I couldn't find an escape. The colors sure were beautiful, but suffocating at the same time. I looked left and right. Maneuvered my body up and down. No space to escape. Then off somewhere in the distance I noticed a color not vibrant at all. That color was isolated from the rest like it had some kind of negative magnetic resistance all around it. I was surrounded by such beauty, but why was it that that casual, inappreciable color intrigued me so? I was oddly captivated by its presence. Then I realized that while I was allowing myself to be encompassed by these fantastic colors, I never really looked at my color. I then saw that I was also a dull color. Why? Why wasn't I a beautiful color like the rest of the colors? Who better to ask then the one and only other dull color in the room. So I moved forward and a pathway to the other color began to form. I finally was standing face to face with it. Then I asked it, "Why am I a dull color? Why are you a dull color?" It spread out its hands and pointed behind me. I turned to see all the beautiful colors staring at us, insignificant colors. Watching. With a look of desire and covetousness. Then the dull color spoke, "They desire to be what they are not. Lies are vibrant for they oftentimes cover the darkness of truth. Lies come in many different forms which is represented by the multitude of colors that are now present. However, though they may live lives of lies, their souls yearn for truth. And that is what we represent. We are truth and its beauty is represented in our ability to stand strong in solitude and remain unaffected by our singleness . We are truth and its strength is represented through our ability to boldly stand and maintain our solid color. We are truth and dullness is bliss. Solitude is a gift." I was mesmerized and captivated by its words, yet I couldn't help but wonder about something. So I asked "Should we not worry about the others? Is there something we can do?" And it answered, "For some, truth will appear in them without any help, but by self-realization. For others, it will be a long and tedious journey. But we need not to worry. Because in time, somehow, one's true colors will always revealed." Then we merged together. We became a larger colorless and shapeless form then we were before. We hovered and watched over to see some of the more vibrant colors turn dull. Then we realized that we would do nothing but grow. We realized we would expand eternally.

Monday, March 9, 2009


My soul is yearning for someone that possesses the ability to carry on stimulating conversation. Someone that can effortlessly use their verbal skill and juxtaposition of intelligent and witty dialogue to keep communion enchanting. I feel as if the people in the environment I am in presently, are engorging in mindless and insignificant thoughts and gossip that permeate through society every day. Being an aspiring human who wishes to forever dilate her knowledge, it is torturous to sometimes dwell in the midsts of some of these people. I feel my mind is surrounded by thoughts that constrict my own, and encounters that depreciate my previous discerning outlooks on life and all that lies within it. There are derogatory comments shared all around which degrade those who try to carry a sense of optimism. Then there are dangerous compliments that are questioned and scrutinized to find all hidden insinuations and negative connotations.
I want to surround myself with those who can live amongst this chaos, and yet somehow remain composed and unaffected by the senseless incidents that go on. I want to fall in love with someone who can engage in a discourse of intellect and spontaneous creativity, yet somehow manages to mingle with the world without the conformation.
I want to fall and lose myself in someone meaningful. And I want to spend my life being meaningful to them in return.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

The connection between life and nature

There have been numerous massive fires these past few months. I would turn on the T.V. and feel like a helpless witness throughout all that destruction. I saw waves of reds and blacks and so much discolorment coming from the burning homes and trees. What a catastrophic element fire is, I thought to myself. What a calamitous sphere of natural activity.
Why do fires exist?
When all it seems to cause is destruction, why should there be any fires at all?
I've stated in another previous blog, that deep thoughts and aphorisms are often like fires. How they are "constantly reiterated, but [result] in the same affect as real wild fires. They burn... They don't light minds or ignite knowledge, or have some kind of a catalytic affect for people to start using their heads. Instead, they literally just [incinerate] the minds of all that they enter; starting off as a flame then growing larger by burning up any trace of its significance." I still stand by this statement. I believe people listen, but they don't really listen. They just keep note of a quote or anything of that sort that they like, without really reflecting upon the deeper meanings that lie within them. You hear trite, cliche-like quotes shared and used left and right. This mindless repetition makes the value of the quote grow smaller and smaller until it no longer has any value at all. This is where the forest fire idea mentioned earlier, comes in.
So why do forest fires exist? Because as reckless and destructive as it is, it's needed. Fires may hold the capability of wiping out an immense amount of a certain area, but in doing so, it is preventing more forest fires from coming in the future. Also, these fires break down and let fall the compounds above ground, that could not germinate due to its altitude. These seeds germinate and they set ground for a new forest to precede there on after. So it can start all over.
As people repeat these quotes and make them lose their meaning, there are philosophers who recognize this destruction and set out to revive it. When something so profound becomes meaningless to so many people, it has become a fire. The fire spreads and wrecks all in its path, however in time it will end. In time, one will stand and revive what has been so unfairly destroyed. New trees, stronger and taller will rise above the old ones. Deeper meanings will be pulled out of its hibernation, enkindling the majesty and discernment of which it once had.
Something so profound is not meant to be so esoteric. However, like fires it is oftentimes looked down upon and therefore the beneficial aspects are ignored. But there will always be a time of renewal when things go too far downhill. Fires will never perish, ignorance is infinite. Time is the solution, and revival the conclusion.

*My short story

"So why don't you have a boyfriend?" He asked.
"I have many friends that are boys" She replied.
"Well you know what I mean... Why don't you have a boyfriend?... A lover?"
"So you're asking why I haven't found love with anyone? Why someone as driven and ambitious as me doesn't have that same attitude towards a man?"
"Well... I didn't mean to get you angry or anything... I just---"
"Oh no no, you didn't get me angry. I'm just answering your question."
"I know but... the way your answering it is just... completely not the way I imagined it to be."
"That's because you don't know a thing about me, but you have a generalization of the majority of people in the world. Ambition and drive. Compassion and understanding. Communication and trust. Love and responsibility. That is why I don't have a boyfriend.
"Okay. Now I'm completely lost. So you're saying... You're too good for a relationship?"
"Too good? No. Not good enough? Maybe. A relationship is difficult. A lot of people aren't good enough for relationships. They may want it enough to have the label, but that's far from genuine. I haven't come across anybody ready for something as deep and powerful as a real relationship; To know how to truly handle being in love, and understanding what difficulties come with it. No one can handle difficulty anymore. Once they face a small hinderance in their "relationship", they become posessed by feelings of trepidation because they don't want to work to understand the perplexity of it. And that's where it ends."
"Wow... I'm speechless. I mean. So you obviously have things figured out. Or... You don't, but... Well I mean, like you are smart enough to say what you just said. I think I get it, but I don't."
"Good, so you're not so lost. No one will ever get it. Nothing makes sense anymore. There's always a statistic or a belief or some kind of myth that tries to relate nothing to everything. But it's thoughts like these that trigger a kind of mental high. So we keep searching. We endeavor and we calculate to find an answer that is not able to be found. It's our stimulant. It's my stimulant."
"Honestly, now I think a boyfriend would just hold you down. Listen to you. Your mind is incredible, not a lot of people are like you!"
"Everyone is like me. They've simply turned away from or haven't learned to find the capabilities of their minds. We can all transcend typical thoughts, we just need to escape."
"Escape what?"
"Escape what's holding you down."
"Well... I don't know what's holding me down... I just can't do it. Or... I don't know how to. I don't know, I'm not that driven I guess."
"There's your answer. Now escape it. Find that world where you can no longer have solid answers. Transcend routine thoughts and rise above what people want you to think about. Find yourself. Well, only if you want to."
"Ha, I do. Well, I don't know. Seems like a lot of work. But you, miss, will never hear me ask you why you don't have a boyfriend ever again. Previous relationships must have really slowed you down in the past, right?"
"Oh not at all. You asked me why I'm single right now. Obviously it was them who couldn't keep up."
She gave one last smile to the dumbfounded barista at the coffee shop. He watched her walk gracefully out the door, her face beaming as she smiled and looked up towards the warmth of the sun. He wondered why her smile did not make him want to smile back. Wasn't a smile supposed to make you happy? He shrugged and walked outside pondering about the event that had just taken place. He paced back and forth, his back heating as the sun shined on him. He then too, looked up at the sun just as she did. But instead he frowned and shielded his eyes.

Quick note

I know what it feels like to feel like nothing in this world. Looking at your surroundings... Knowing you'll never be in that limelight. Not because you don't have what it takes, but because you don't have the drive or courage to take a stand. Don't lose hope. Because usually... Those who believe in themselves the least, tend to have the most to offer to the world.

"A Teacher Affects Eternity. He Can Never Tell Where His Influence Stops." -Henry Adams

The Teacher’s Name is Death
Tuesdays With Morrie
By: Mitch Albom
Reviewed By: Sarah Moon
Have you ever thought of death as an opportunity to live? In Mitch Albom’s nonfiction novel Tuesdays with Morrie protagonist Morrie Schwartz, after being diagnosed with a terminal illness, takes advantage of his forthcoming death. Morrie is diagnosed with ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease: A disease that melts your body from, in Morrie’s case, the legs up. As the disease kills more of Morrie’s body day by day, his wisdom contrarily seems to grow. Formally a professor from Brandeis University, he continues to teach the significance of learning how to love one another and opens your eyes to the beauty in things you may not have noticed before. The film fails to include all of Morrie’s lessons and aphorisms that are displayed in the novel, but does not lack in highlighting the main points while still focusing on the rest of the story. Both the book and the movie will leave you with a completely different outlook on life and death.
The film and the book have many differences, but Morrie’s main idea that if you “learn how to die, you learn how to live” (83) carries strongly throughout both. Mitch Albom was Morrie’s student back in college, however is no longer in touch with him due to his demanding career as a sports writer. Mitch learns about Morrie’s illness while flipping through channels on his TV. Through fate, Mitch happens to come across Morrie’s face on the television. This event already foreshadows a kind of hope for Mitch. The movie focuses on Mitch’s relationships with different people from beginning to end to show the affects Morrie had on Mitch. Mitch changes from a man that is too caught up with society and materialistic desires, to a man who learns how to love and see the true beauty of life. Mitch’s transformation is just as poignant as Morrie’s profundity. Morrie carries with him, a wisdom that is extremely difficult to embody. He sees his death as an opportunity to teach the world about “[accepting] what you are able to do and what you are not able to do” (18). Morrie also stresses the importance of “[learning] to forgive your self and [learning] to forgive others” (18). The film magnifies the withering of Morrie’s body and also his unchanging attitude to show you his strength as a person. It is moving to see Morrie’s consistency and power on his decision to “make the best of [his] time left” (10). The film does not include the relationship Mitch has with his brother. Instead, his relationship with his boss from work is included. Mitch’s boss fires him and out of anger, Mitch does not fight for it back. After a lesson of forgiveness with Morrie, Mitch accepts his boss’s apology and agrees to return to his job. This was a significant scene because it was a clear display of Morrie’s influence on Mitch. The film does not include every relationship and every one of Morrie’s teachings, and instead utilizes the addition of characters such as Mitch’s boss to show the strength of Morrie’s leverage. Morrie’s will to live and his ongoing quest to help others even when he is dying, is truly commendable. It is impossible not to fall in love with Morrie after the book and the movie.
Morrie taught so that his teachings would carry on even after his death. He knew that even though he would pass on that “death [only] [ended] a life [and] not a relationship” (174). You will understand this passage in its entirety after reading and watching the movie. Morrie is an absolutely beautiful character that teaches you by grabbing your hearts’ attention first. This novel teaches you the lessons of life and love as well as the importance of learning how to forgive and the significance of starting immediately. I recommend Tuesdays With Morrie, both the film and the novel, to anyone looking for something unforgettable. This book may be shorter than many novels, but it is definitely nothing short of amazing. “[Morrie’s] teaching goes on” (192).
I realize that I don't have much of an individual voice in this review. It's only because there's so much I wanted to say about the book itself, I lost myself in it. But by seeing the way I praise the book its not hard to miss my love for it. This book is absolutely phenomenal. I'm sure Morrie is looking down on us right now, smiling, watching, as his teachings continue to spread worldwide. Help spread the word.

This is the real Morrie Schwartz. Not the one from the movie, but the real man that suffered through the Lou Gehrig's disease. I encourage you to watch this.