Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something. - Henry David Thoreau
So, it's my first time in Texas. But I will definitely say it isn't my last.
It's absolutely beautiful out here. I woke up this morning to the beautiful sound of bullfrogs the size of grapefruits, morning doves, and the tranquil shift in tides of the lake.
It's been quite an eventful couple of days. But it's really given me a chance to reflect on what is really important.
I'm finding that the end of May is not only the end of Spring, but truly the beginning of a new chapter for me. We'll definitely have to see what it brings and I'm taking everything with open arms. I hope anyone who takes time out of their day to read this blog will enjoy this ride with me, and maybe learn something about them too.
For a few months I have had these bizarre dreams about being pregnant and giving birth in odd places or circumstances. NOT that I'd want either of these things to be true for myself in the near future, but I decided to look into it and see if either of these ideas in a dream meant anything. And I came across these two things:
Pregnant:
To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it.This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.
Birth:
To dream of giving birth or see someone else giving birth, suggests that you are giving birth to a new idea or project. It also represents new beginnings or some upcoming event. A more direct interpretation of this dream, may represent your desires/ anxieties of giving birth or the anticipation for such an event to occur.
Summer is coming. And change is coming with it. I feel like my dreams have been telling me that for a while.
For once in my life, I feel like I'm truly in motion as opposed to standing still. I have the best friends I could ever make in my entire life, the most wonderful and kind man who takes care of me and loves me for everything I am (and am not), the craziest dogs anyone could hope to have (As well as a cat who if she could talk would have more to say than anybody I know.), intense yet uplifting motivation in my goals, and just a weird sense of something. Something indescribable. But something is coming. And I feel in my bones it's going to be good. Do you agree? (Thanks, Gavin DeGraw.)
Sunday, May 30, 2010
(2nd) Time's A Charm?
Okay, so maybe my little plan will work starting tomorrow, June 1st. We'll see.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Love Out Loud
So apparently, I fail.
Maybe I was a fool for thinking I could really do it everyday.
So we'll start this again... again...
This is what is on my mind today.
When you love, you want nothing more than to shout it out on the top of your lungs and let every creature, living or not, know that your heart is singing and why.
But do you have to?
Is that necessary?
Are you making it known to prove you're in love to the world?
Or to yourself?
Because the last time I checked love shouldn't have to be proven to anyone.
Why do we consistently remind ourselves we're in love?
Why do we consistently remind everyone else we're in love?
If we have to prove it, are we really?
Maybe I was a fool for thinking I could really do it everyday.
So we'll start this again... again...
This is what is on my mind today.
When you love, you want nothing more than to shout it out on the top of your lungs and let every creature, living or not, know that your heart is singing and why.
But do you have to?
Is that necessary?
Are you making it known to prove you're in love to the world?
Or to yourself?
Because the last time I checked love shouldn't have to be proven to anyone.
Why do we consistently remind ourselves we're in love?
Why do we consistently remind everyone else we're in love?
If we have to prove it, are we really?
Monday, May 3, 2010
Scarcity
Well so far, I'm a couple of days behind doing what I said I'd do.
So let's try this again.
=)
Things are scarce.
Sleep. Memories. Dreams.
Melodies. Images. Love.
Things have been scarce.
Last night I was horribly awakened by a nightmare I was having while I was awake.
And I haven't been able to speak since.
It felt as if everything I ever knew was wrong.
Everything look distorted and out of view.
Sort of like a German expressionistic photograph.
It seems as if words are the scarcest thing.
Words.Words.Words.
Fresh out of stock.
So let's try this again.
=)
Things are scarce.
Sleep. Memories. Dreams.
Melodies. Images. Love.
Things have been scarce.
Last night I was horribly awakened by a nightmare I was having while I was awake.
And I haven't been able to speak since.
It felt as if everything I ever knew was wrong.
Everything look distorted and out of view.
Sort of like a German expressionistic photograph.
It seems as if words are the scarcest thing.
Words.Words.Words.
Fresh out of stock.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Journey
I have decided, officially as of May 1, 2010, this will be a daily blog. Blurbs, thoughts, and food for it. We'll see how much I can grow in a year.
Come along with me?
Come along with me?
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Military Showers
"I am not young enough to know everything." - Oscar Wilde
Today, well technically yesterday, 100 years ago a genius was born in Japan.
19 years ago, technically today, another genius was born.
Two completely different geniuses, generations and decades apart.
The classification of genius, isn't what I'm questioning. For I know that identifying it is a subjective perspective.
But is genius accident?
We're all here for a reason right?
I guess I just question the question of life.
How two different accidents are justified in the end.
A boy sits tonight. And in between drowning out his life in a youtube spoken word, or attempting to finish homework due within the next few hours, he nurses his girlfriend who has been carrying his child for almost four months. This doesn't seem like an abnormal situation. But it is more so when you are about to turn 17, and your girlfriend 19 in the fall.
They and their child will be growing up together, I suppose. A doomed consequence.
Another boy sits tonight. He has just paid off his credit card. Gotten a promotion at his already successful firm. He owns a house with his wife of three years in a lovely part of New York. And in between doing all of that, he is nursing his wife as well. Except unlike the first situation, this woman for reasons unknown cannot conceive a child, despite her life long dream to raise a little girl of her own.
It's debatable which situation is more unfair. All things aside, neither couple chose this situation yet is forced to live with it for the rest of their lives.
How is it that this woman into her 30's who is ready to bring a human being into the world unable to do so, but a child can be born by a child herself?
There must be a reason.
The older we get, the more we realize, but the less we remember the values of life.
In our time designated like a military shower. Just enough to get in and get out.
But it's never justified until the water runs out.
Today, well technically yesterday, 100 years ago a genius was born in Japan.
19 years ago, technically today, another genius was born.
Two completely different geniuses, generations and decades apart.
The classification of genius, isn't what I'm questioning. For I know that identifying it is a subjective perspective.
But is genius accident?
We're all here for a reason right?
I guess I just question the question of life.
How two different accidents are justified in the end.
A boy sits tonight. And in between drowning out his life in a youtube spoken word, or attempting to finish homework due within the next few hours, he nurses his girlfriend who has been carrying his child for almost four months. This doesn't seem like an abnormal situation. But it is more so when you are about to turn 17, and your girlfriend 19 in the fall.
They and their child will be growing up together, I suppose. A doomed consequence.
Another boy sits tonight. He has just paid off his credit card. Gotten a promotion at his already successful firm. He owns a house with his wife of three years in a lovely part of New York. And in between doing all of that, he is nursing his wife as well. Except unlike the first situation, this woman for reasons unknown cannot conceive a child, despite her life long dream to raise a little girl of her own.
It's debatable which situation is more unfair. All things aside, neither couple chose this situation yet is forced to live with it for the rest of their lives.
How is it that this woman into her 30's who is ready to bring a human being into the world unable to do so, but a child can be born by a child herself?
There must be a reason.
The older we get, the more we realize, but the less we remember the values of life.
In our time designated like a military shower. Just enough to get in and get out.
But it's never justified until the water runs out.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Vulture Prophecies
I'm just trying to find my rhythm these days.
And really should be studying for my anthropology test.
However,
I feel like everything is upside down.
And I don't know which way I'm going.
Claustrophobia.
Set in.
Closer.
and
Closer.
and
Closer.
...
I need to get out of here.
And really should be studying for my anthropology test.
However,
I feel like everything is upside down.
And I don't know which way I'm going.
Claustrophobia.
Set in.
Closer.
and
Closer.
and
Closer.
...
I need to get out of here.
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