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What Is a Planet Today?

According to the new definition, a full-fledged planet is an object that orbits the sun and is large enough to have become round due to the force of its own gravity. In addition, a planet has to dominate the neighbourhood around its orbit.

Pluto has been demoted because it does not dominate its neighbourhood. Charon, its large “moon,” is only about half the size of Pluto, while all the true planets are far larger than their moons.

In addition, bodies that dominate their neighbourhoods “sweep up” asteroids, comets, and other debris; clearing a path along their orbits. By contrast, Pluto’s orbit is somewhat untidy.

© National Geographic

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9 Reasons Why Intelligent People Have Fewer Friends

Intelligent people have fewer friends. The more real you are the fewer friends you have. Here’s why:

1. You’re liberated in your own speech, thoughts, and actions, which can be contrary to those of your “friends.” You have a strong mindset and values. Your mind isn’t limited and you always have something to say. You think differently to others but you’re not bothered by their opinions on it.

2. You don’t have time for forced fake catch-ups or pointless conversations, trying to keep up with what everyone is up to. So, you mostly spend time alone. You don’t care about the latest trends or latest music. You have no interest in materialistic things. You also don’t have FOMO (fear of missing out), so you’re quite content doing your own thing. Your world seems to flourish more on your own.

3. You can see beyond people’s “trying hard” persona so you distance yourself from people who aren’t worth your time. These people are what I like to call social climbers. They try to get involved with certain people for the sake of being popular or simply to look good (I have lost all faith in humanity).

4. You talk less and listen more so you find yourself sitting back observing the norms of today: The constant posting on social media, backstabbing, unloyal partners and disrespectful behaviour. It puts you off because you’re far more mature. You see more to life. You believe in radiating the energy you want to be around. You are humble and encouraging to all but you don’t put your time and trust into people who don’t deserve it.

5. You don’t get involved in drama. You don’t thrive off it like others do. Family is more important to you. You would rather watch an episode with your sister then go to a bar with the girls. The unnecessary drama that comes with a night out is exactly what you avoid because you know you’ll regret it when they instantly put you in a bad mood. You prefer doing things according to your own terms/will.

6. You don’t need to prove your worth to anyone. You’re happy with yourself. You’re independent and strong. You don’t rely on others. You can support yourself. You don’t need to wake up to 10 snapchats or 300 Instagram likes to be able to smile every morning. You’re grateful for the little things. You don’t feel the need to be accepted by anyone but yourself.

7. You have already worked out who your real friends are so you don’t feel the need to have any new ones. You are aware of who’s curious and who’s concerned. You are very cautious when letting people in your life unless someone throws your mind for a whirlwind and is as compatible as you. And by this I mean: thinks the same, express the same and has the same values. That’s the only time you let a new person in your life. But it still isn’t as easy as that. You still test them in situations to see if they really care about you as a person or if they just want to know your tricks of the trade.

8. You’re an old soul so you have visions for the future. You feel uncomfortable telling your dreams to small minded people. You work hard to achieve your goals and you don’t have time for setbacks. While others are trying to plan their night out at the club, you’re grinding. You see more than just going to a club, you see a life you want to chase. Your focus is different. Your time is being invested on growth. You don’t expect people to understand what you’re up to. Eventually, they’ll see.

9. People see you as a threat because you keep to yourself. Nevertheless, you have no fear in saying it straight or confronting someone when they’re out of line. You’re a force to be reckoned with. However, there are few that take you seriously and know how unique you are. These people are the ones you have time for and make effort with. You know what you bring to the table, and so this is why you’re not afraid to eat alone.

Words by: Natalie Villani

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How To Recognize An Incredible Woman

I met a girl today…I guess it’s best to call her a woman.

She doesn’t see herself the way she is, but I do.

Her words are beautiful, her layers deep. She decided to go on an adventure, on a trail she’d never taken before. She had an idea of the destination she sought, but wasn’t insistent on it, remaining open to allowing her path to unfurl before her.

As she journeyed her way up the mountain, solo, she wasn’t afraid to engage in conversation with strangers. How often people walk by with no exchange, but she acknowledges everyone around her, as if she sees everyone in her presence as a gift that she warmly accepts into her world.

She is observant and meticulous too. It’s rare that she crosses a boundary that doesn’t warrant crossing. She assesses, then takes a mindful step, even when it pushes her to the point of discomfort. And one might think it would stop there, but there is more:

Her laugh is full of joy. Her tears are filled with depth. Her words carry wisdom. Her presence holds space. But she can also do a total 180 and joyfully act like a kid, which shows you she is real. Oh…and I almost forgot to mention, she is smart. Crazy smart. She knows people and she knows business, giving her the character of a loving shark.

But what makes this amazingly beautiful, almost perfect individual not quite complete is that she cannot fully see herself. When she looks into a mirror, she only sees her exterior and quickly picks away at it. When she connects with another and falls deeply in love, she takes no credit. When she walks away from a life altering experience, she struggles to pause and take ownership of the fact that she herself was a part of the creation.  She fails in the way that so many of us fail: to truly see and accept the beauty and gifts we all have within.

One day—and I feel that day is coming soon—she will see herself completely. She will accept that all the pieces of her are one whole so that she doesn’t have to live divided, leading her to easily fall apart.

One day, I will see all of this and know that there is no need to search outside myself because she has always been here inside of me.

~Via Cara Chandler

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Random Thoughts

Getting to that point again where it doesn’t feel like the tiles on the floor are cold anymore and the boiling water is missing its bubbles and the boy looks right through you and doesn’t see your eyes. The silent screaming of a girl so unaware of the fact she will rise again and will not be left behind. The notations of quotations that cannot drown but try to swim to middle earth anyways.

Walking home alone is not as bad as being with none around you with no one surrounding you and when you go to say hello they fly back and warn you that they are dangerously in love with you and it’s better to stay right there.

Your career is chosen along with your haircut and the voice in the back of your head is saying something along the lines of today will be cloudy with a chance of depression. The sunny, sunny moon is up and he is so cold, he cannot talk, and when you whisper I miss you all he hears is his own voice the only thing that matters.

9:30 is going time and I don’t see it happening and the dress is waiting and so is my heart for the three words to see if they will ever return. Today be the last day for me to consume and seven will be empty but the results will tell a better story than the change rooms did.

The man with the name that does not please me will try to tease me but realizes I own this game and the time is stopping and my mineral water bottle is empty again. The food shall last a whole weeks’ time or I might have to run away for good and not look back at all that has failed me and not focus on the fact I am exactly what I hate and try to erase the past that prevails me and run, run, run!

(found among old documents)

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Truth slap

I can’t wait for the day when life finally makes sense, when we find the silver lining in every tragedy, when we learn the lesson from each mistake and when we understand why our hearts needed to get broken a few times to let love in.

I can’t wait for the day that we understand why we met the right people at the wrong time or the wrong people at the right time and why our lives didn’t align to bring us together.

I wonder if it’s because they’re the wrong ones for us or because we still have a lot of growing up to do and we’re meant to be with someone who understand who we’re becoming not who we were.

I can’t wait for the day that we understand the lesson behind every struggle. Why we struggled to be successful, why we struggled to find love, why we struggled to reach our dreams and why we lost people who meant the world to us. I wonder if we needed these lessons to learn how to appreciate life and feel the pain of others or we just needed to learn that there is no living without suffering.

I can’t wait for the day that we understand why we had to hate ourselves to love ourselves, why we had to destroy ourselves to build ourselves up again and why we had to start over just before we got to the finish line. I wonder who saved us or who inspired us to save ourselves.

I wonder if we are meant to be reborn a few times so we can learn how to truly live. I want to know what triggered us to change and how we can no longer recognize who we used to be.

I can’t wait for the day that we understand why we keep falling for the wrong ones over and over again, why we can’t forget those who hurt us and why we sometimes can still forgive them and take them back. I want to understand how our hearts operate, how they function, how they move us to do things we would never do and lead us to places that we know we shouldn’t go to.

I’m curious to know why we listen to it, why we follow it blindly like it never got us lost before, why we trust it even though it left us broken and why do we always go back to it for questions when it keeps giving us the wrong answers. I wonder if there will come a day when we stop listening to it and if we’ll ever be truly alive without it.

They say everything happens for a reason and I truly believe that, but I also want to know what this reason is and why it chose us. Why some reasons keep recurring and why some reasons leave us even more perplexed. I want to understand why we go through certain things, what’s the message behind it and what if we never respond to this message, what if we just ignore it and keep living, what will happen then? Will our lives get lost in translation?

I can’t wait for the day that life makes sense – some days I understand why certain things happened and others I’m not so sure, but all I know is that somehow we’ll connect the dots and someday we’ll complete the puzzle, until then, we have to learn how to live our lives without trying to understand it and we have to learn how to be comfortable with the irony and uncertainty of life; otherwise we’ll lose our common sense trying to make sense of the life we’re living.

~ via facebook

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Monday Thoughts

We are in a society that hates emotions. They are rejected as being anti-intellectual, anti-political, anti-everything. We are animals with brains. People all over the world have inherited the disease firstly of feeling that money is the answer to their life’s problems and secondly that intellectualism is an answer to their problems.

We need to stop intellectualizing so much and rely on what we feel. If you feel something, it’s true. The only truth you can really know is something emotional that you feel. When we lose our instincts for truth, we are nothing.

– John Cassavetes

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The Anatomy Of Three Words

Scene 1:

Just outside your door, I coughed once. Adjusted my collar; took a whiff of my underarm: expensive cologne charms. Knock. Knock. Knock. You opened the door with your hair tied in a bun, and that dark maroon dress. Was it a blue eyeliner? “Shall we leave?” You grabbed my arms.

Scene 2:

“Love is overrated,” you said as you took another sip from a glass of bloody mary. Stranger is playing songs on guitar, idle chatter around the bar, your fingers tracing my lines of destiny: whatever happened to old-school romance. “You are way too sad, but I guess melancholy has its own charm,” you asserted with a half-seductive smile. “Come dance,” you dragged me. You were drunk enough to fall in my arms.

Scene 3:

“This is it, then?” you tapped the edges of the table. Tear-stained mascara, the stench of rotten past, and few memories too precious to reveal: we burn them all. “Listen to me,” you lean forward. “Don’t ruin us by saying it.” I nodded, and you kissed my forehead. I gulped down cheap alcohol, and you packed your belongings. I watched you go with a lump in my throat: too weak to admit; too fragile to just leave.

-from the Honest Musing via Facebook

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Unspoken Thoughts

I’m afraid that one day, you’ll get bored of me. That I won’t be as attractive to you, my personality won’t be as interesting, flirting with me won’t be as fun, spending time with me won’t be as special, you’ll have less to say when we talk, you won’t touch me like you want me. There won’t be anything new about me that will surprise you, and then you’ll start to look for someone to replace me.

If that happened…

Just please don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth, even if it’ll hurt me. I’d rather hear it from you than other people, cause finding things out that way is the worst way. Be honest with me, even if it’ll make me upset, even if it’ll lead to us being separated. It’s better than you lying to my face, keeping secrets from me, making me believe you’re being real with me. Lies have a way of revealing themselves in the long run, so why lie in the first place? I don’t ask for much, but the one thing I ask is not to lie to me, cause once I find out, I don’t know if I can ever trust anyone the same way again…

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Daily Prompt 

The Road Taken

It’s not a secret anymore that I love hiking and taking long walks or just simply roaming around the city at night. It calms my nerves and soothes my restless soul. By doing so I encountered a lot of big and little surprises like this bronze statue. It stopped me right on my track. I thought it was a real man. 

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And this weird yet cute looking insect(?)

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 Giant fungi

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Colourful ones

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A scared hedgehog

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A woman and her dog having a mini me time

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This wooden face 

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A couple in love 

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A lost puppy that followed me all the way to my car

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So many to mention!

Slur

“The clock holds me nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. There is nothing else but now and the shifting depth of the night. I sit at a table alone smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee and listening and surviving. I should not be here or anywhere. I should not be breathing or taking space. I should not have been given this moment or anything else. I should not have this opportunity again to live. I do not deserve it or deserve anything yet it is here and I am here and I have it all of it still. I won’t have it again. This moment or this chance they are the same and they are mine if I choose them and I do. I want them. Now and as long as I can have them they are both precious and fleeting and gone in the blink of an eye don’t waste them. A moment and an opportunity and a life, all in the unseen tick of a clock holding me nowhere. My heart is beating. The walls are pale and quiet. I am surviving. ”
― James J. Frey
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