In a previous post, I warned about the dread scourge of Apostrophe Abuse. Well, it appears (perchance “appear’s”) that the problem is still painful and pervasive, as evidenced by this writing gig listing from Craigslist for – of all things – a Proofreader. See if you can spot the Apostrophe Abuse – hint: check the title.
It’s like you’ve already shut the door on maybe.
Never and always are the two poles of failure.
You wonder why good things don’t reach you.
Could be the moat, drawbridge and electric fence around your heart.
Isolation leads to depression.
Be in the world (but not of it.)
Be an optimist (cockeyed or otherwise.)
Be yourself (but be open to new ideas.)
This day alone is the gift. Open it.
If you live long enough, you’ll express an opinion.
Somebody may be offended and you may decide not to speak your mind again.
You may decide that the truth, tempered with tact, only sets you free.
If you live long enough, you’ll inflame some emotions.
Somebody’s gonna hate you. You’ll have to learn to live with it.
Somebody’s gonna love you. You’ll have to learn not to live for it.
If you live long enough, you’ll reach a conclusion.
Judge yourself by numbers like age, weight, SAT score, net worth, tax bracket.
Decide that the content of your character and peace of mind matter more.
Do not shed tears when I have gone but smile instead because I have lived.
Do not shut your eyes and pray to God that I’ll come back but open your eyes and see all that I have left behind.
I know your heart will be empty because you cannot see me but still I want you to be full of the love we shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live only for yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of what happened between us yesterday.
You can remember me and grieve that I have gone or you can cherish my memory and let it live on.
You can cry and lose yourself, become distraught and turn your back on the world or you can do what I want – smile, wipe away the tears, learn to love again and go on.