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Her name rolled off my tongue like a marble rolling around the floor. I couldn't get her out of my head, she was so beautiful, and her name was a piece of art. It was so perfect, I couldn't allow myself to speak, afraid I was going to embarrass myself. Her name tasted like sweet lemonade on a hot, sunny day. It was like nothing could be better than her name. It was so unique, and I had never heard of a name like hers, a name like "Riley."

By anonymous, September 4, 2015.
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The playground was full of children with heroic names and not one of them had earned even a syllable. They grew up to be just as unworthy, feeling entitled from their historical ties and becoming arrogant rather than humble. They paid lip-service only to the idea of service and the highest honour being that of serving the community and our God. There is something to be said for growing into a name. At birth we should all be Flower, Sky or River, something that shows we are part of nature and not a thing separate. When we show our metal, that we have grit and spirit to do right even in the face of adversity we then should be given a more heroic name, a symbol of honour. A baby cannot bear a name that means "he who gives to the poor and is loved" but a man or woman can. They can earn it. Then perhaps our names will means something more than the whim of our times, the fashion of an era, the political and social aspirations of our parents.

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If I had a daughter I'd name her silence. She'd be the loudest person if the room. People would say that silence is deafening and she would be the one to break the silence or if she was a murderer they could say that silence is killing them.

By madhatter, March 10, 2016.