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Susan Cain: The power of introverts: TED TALKS: documentary,lecture,talk


This is a tribute to all the introverts… A reminder to appreciate the hidden genius that comes forth if you accept and love who you are 🙂
I accidentally got on this unique TED show (which I find quite fascinating thanks mostly to the bloggers I follow, who post quite regularly the popular ones.)
I hope you enjoy the depth and philosophical analysis of her speech.
Let me know the impressions it left on you 🙂

Published on Mar 11, 2012
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Susan Cain: The power of introverts: TED TALKS: documentary,lecture,talk

In a culture where being social and outgoing are prized above all else, it can be difficult, even shameful, to be an introvert. But, as Susan Cain argues in this passionate talk, introverts bring extraordinary talents and abilities to the world, and should be encouraged and celebrated.

Our world prizes extroverts — but Susan Cain makes a case for the quiet and contemplative.

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Words- 1995 adjusted on January 2013


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Stacked books vendor Venice
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stacked books closer view
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The clarity of the second photo is not that good as it was taken in a passing by second.

Words
——-

Poems
Essays
Relieves
Retrieves

Words
More words
Always
Words
——
Evade
Escape
Barely
Words

The reality
Of the mind.
Skip over
Routine,

Constraint.
Simply
BE- Have
A future
———
An island
Where danger
Has no authority
Health a guaranty

Where company
Suffices
Linked
To nothing

Married
To nature
Time of
No language

Peace
And felicity
Rules
Flows

Serenely
Going forth
With
Plenitude.

Ripe and
Mature
As a fruit
Grown old

Wrinkled
And wise.
Traces of a
Chosen and

Merited life
At peace
With oneself
Infinitely.

Words
Always Words…
To anticipate
Establish

My life
Yours
Create
Our wishes.

In the act of writing March 2011


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Eiffel tower wheels
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This essay was one of my assignments and was written in a tongue-in-cheek manner,
I do not take myself that seriously 🙂 It was about describing oneself in the act
of writing, which I called just that…

In the act of writing
—————–

I usually prepare an assignment long in advance.
Plotting, collecting information, mincing, digesting the style that is about to be born.
Yet, today, I come as ludicrously bare as can be.
I stare at a white immaculate sheet of paper and ponder at the outrageous idea of writing, as a working exercise, as opposed to a burst of fervid passion.
Or, to the growth of my imagination spilling forth in an overflow.
I am surrounded by dictionaries and thesauruses of all kind that, I trust, will unravel the mysteries of words and impel me to the creation of a literary magnificence.
Gilded rays of a timid autumn sun pierce through the remote glass window door, of the balcony, maintaining this room in perpetual darkness, keeping its occupants in sempiternal slumber throughout the seasons of the years.
Nevertheless, I find my mind juggling with phraseology, feeling like a choreographer bearing the conception of a chef-d’oeuvre.
I amalgate ideas, terms, observations and philosophies, in anticipation of a new era…
The creation of my magnum opus.
Hours slide by, in the stimulating atmosphere of reflection and contemplation and I see, merging from the profundity and intricacies of my brain, the outlines of what seems the sketches of an essay.
The gratification of my labor.
I hold dearly unto my chain of thoughts hushing anyone daring any resemblance of vicinity.
I toil away, inching my way through the haze and vasty of language, aware of a day coming to its end, as the sun retrieves its warmth, preparing itself to enlighten another part of the planet’s obscurities.
I close the chapter at its culmination, satisfied by the denouement, at peace by its genesis and in synchronization with the heartbeats of the universe.
I look around and become aware, au fait of stepping out of a different dimension.

All is still.

Everyone having left me to my occupations and busy with theirs, outdoors.
I am surprised to observe the constant rebirth of my soul at the completion of what I fantasize, is

the emergence of my prodigy 🙂

What is love 1985 ( Translated from French poem ” L’amour ” )


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the love knot
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This poem was written in 1985. Yes, a long time ago, but reading it again made me realize that
given a few corrections, it could be published and could send a bit of joy to my readers.
Let me know what YOU think.
Thanks for all the positive feedback I have received since the improvement
of my blog, I truly appreciate!

Love
—-

Intense and profound felicity cascading
A burst of laughter, the impression of being king

That is love.

On soft skin, a tear forges its way
A asperous hand with a gesture abates the grief

That is love.

A odd habit, sudden irritation
A confession, forgiveness, the same old refrain

That is love.

A heed, cognizance and devotion without illusion
A future traces itself, the miracle of creation

That is love.

Above all, a life, the corrugations of happiness
And a generation indulges the world to its freshness

That is love.

Finally, intense joy cascading
Bubbles of laughter, the magnitude of remaining king

Yes! That IS love.

_________________

L’amour
——-

Une joie intense et profonde débordant de soi
Un Ă©clat de rire, le sentiment d’ĂŞtre roi

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Sur une peau douce, une larme forge son chemin
Une main rugueuse, d’un geste apaise le chagrin

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Une manie, une irritation soudaine
Un aveu, un pardon, toujours la mĂŞme rengaine

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Un égard, une attention et dévotion sans illusion
Un avenir se trace, le miracle d’une crĂ©ation

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Plus que tout, une vie, les ondulations du bonheur
Une génération qui comble le monde par sa fraîcheur

Ça, c’est l’amour.

Enfin une félicité intense cascadant de soi
Des bulles de contentement, l’amplitude de demeurer roi

Oui! Ça, c’est l’amour.