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Again, I am not alone in this photo, but it is sort of a group transcending thing where we are "rejecting traditional establishment" by wearing extremely short shorts designed with the flags of certain nations (most of us have the flag of a country included in our bloodline), and this is significant because we are the only team (that I know of) that does this, and it also helps to bring a closer brotherhood among the young men on the team (I am second from the right side of the group).

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I consider this photo of me as transcendental because in this particular race, I was way out in front the entire time so all I had to keep me company were my thoughts and I actually thought out a lot of things and rethought many things and decided that I needed to just do what I want and not worry so much about what others think.

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Though I am not alone, I consider this transcending because this is just after the end of a complex relationship where I felt like I could not be myself, but with these girls (basically sisters) I can be literally anything and I do not try to be anything I am not with them.

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A clip from the Classic "Dead Poets Society"

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1nNc1Y1EBidkXaDNT9cZPz9V-4gVeoGGVvxbF3Yt-e0o/edit

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The Struggles of Living Transcendentally (9)

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The Struggles of Living Transcendentally (9)

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A fallen log decays
among overgrown greenery;
Stained with remnants of seasons past--
mahogany leaves, brilliant moss
Yet teeming with life anew

Petrichor fills the air,
which is like a bird:
wandering through the sylvan expanse,
rustling the dry autumn leaves
Yet the log still rests
among overgrown greenery

Although the sky is bleak through the canopy above,
it is somehow bright, and
glimpses of sunlight peer out and
shine on the lifeless log
that will eventually become
only dirt

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"The beauty of nature reforms itself in the mind, and not for barren contemplation, but for new creation."

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"Nature never wears a mean appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort her secret, and lose his curiosity by finding out all her perfection."

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"He who sits still in a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course to the sea."

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"To believe your own thought, to believe what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, -- that is genius."

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"To be awake is to be alive."