to me expression is the ability to present something creative or artistic through a channel to a sometimes willing to accept audience that has the power to change your environment, hopefully for the better.
there are many meanings to that term.. not sure which you're refering to...
Yes there is...
There are so many meanings to it and so much of what it means is forgotten. For such a topic "Expression" and not to have an explanation for what it is...
I suppose is asking to much.
Maybe the proper question would be, "do you lack substance"?
"What is your purpose?"
I am a believer that all things have a purpose.
Without Purpose you as an individual is meaningless.
As a whole there is a drive to everyone of us...
This topic is merely to discern what it is that concerns your life, its meaning and your goal. Since at the end of it all...
you can go searching for a reason your whole life and never find it... its up to you to set a reason and im not even sure you need a reason..
expression to me is showing people things they cannot see on their own... opening their minds and views on things from a different perspective i guess...
not sure what i live for or for who... i think i mainly live for to live... sure there are things you accomplish for family, wife, etc... but it all comes down to yourself and what you do with that...
you can go searching for a reason your whole life and never find it... its up to you to set a reason and im not even sure you need a reason..
expression to me is showing people things they cannot see on their own... opening their minds and views on things from a different perspective i guess...
not sure what i live for or for who... i think i mainly live for to live... sure there are things you accomplish for family, wife, etc... but it all comes down to yourself and what you do with that...
you can "work to live" or "live to work"
all up to you.. no right or wrong answer
We all love Win Win situations. Who does not???
But expression is the answer as to which makes an effect on either choice for others.
Ya know thats all you are now right? COngrats on selling yerself out for a lousy 75 cents.
Go push EPicCash somewhere else ya fucken retarded truck driver.
You are so far beyond clueless that it's ceased to even be amusing. What you've become now is a pathetic little halfwit with, YES; delusions of grandeur. I work for Epic you idiot. You know, WORK? That thing you can't seem to wrap your brain around.
Try it sometime. You might find less need to whine about how broke you are.
You should not have yielded so quickly. The way the question was first posed was the best. "How many of you believe in Expression?" Not, what is expression, or do you have expression in a box?
This has a lot to do with your other thread, the one about "Why am I poor?"
In this case, we are wondering a little bit about what may be inside every person, that is 100% them. We are wondering whether it is possible to survive, to prosper(?) and preserve all that is unique within you. Your "Expression", so to speak. To "BELIEVE" in Expression is to answer "Yes, it is possible."
Another thread got me in bookish kinda mood -- lol There's a great story I read when I was in highschool that cuts to the heart of this "Expression" issue. Beyond wondering if it is possible to triumph as "your-un-adulterated-self", this very short story goes on to insist its provocative answer at the end, with a staggering conviction. In a nutshell: "They will never leave you alone, they will never stop until you destroy them."
I offer you Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut
THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren?t only equal before God and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.
Some things about living still weren?t quite right, though. April, for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron?s fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.
It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn?t think about it very hard. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn?t think about anything except in short bursts. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains... more
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