Will Pearson
Will Pearson
William E. Pearsonis the co-founder of mental floss, a bi-monthly magazine, which he started with Mangesh Hattikudur when both were students at Duke University. Pearson graduated from Duke in 2001, with a Bachelor of Arts degree in History. Describing himself, Pearson noted his penchant for eating two M&M's at the same time, on different sides of the mouth, "making both sides of the mouth equally happy". Will Pearson and Mangesh Hattikudur met as freshmen at Duke University and in their...
people longer-life
Words have longer lives than people.
dream years mold
It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.
years want remember
Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.
life impossible
Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.
life dark choices
We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.
life moving becoming
Escape is not about moving from one place to another. It's about becoming more.
heart color your-favorite
Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.
breathing names waking
I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)
details forgotten
...and time becomes a forgotten detail.
important steps seems
Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.
thinking steps small-steps
I think that maybe forgiveness is like change - it comes in small steps. (256)
kind smooth rough
Things I can feel. Hard. Soft. Rough. Smooth. But the inside kind of feel, it is all the same, like foggy mush. Is that the part of me that is still asleep? (9)
dream eye dark
Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.
dancing people one-day
Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.