Different in Life

Mastering the art of life isn't easy nor will it ever be. Complicated? yes. Confusing? yes again. But mastering those difficulties is what makes up life. We can't always be perfect, but always can try to overcome those things. What is life living without taking jumps, and taking steps to becoming who we are? Faking our flaws, is denying who we are. Our disabilites, our complexities make up our individuality. I'm not saying that improving ourselves is wrong but there are things we can't improve because everyone is different. I have personally learned that I have things that i'm not 'gifted' with that others are. We complete eachother.
There are those people who can write and those who can't. There are those who can draw very well. I cannot. But i've learned that's what makes up my uniqueness. That's what makes up my individuality; the things i can and cannot (yes..cannot) do.
Sometimes I get low because of those so called flaws or differences. But why waste time and worry about those complicites when life is waiting at the other side. We just got to grasp hold of those differences and move on and succeed in other things that we CAN do!

Inspire-On my Mind

Have you ever wanted to just...write? No matter what. I want to just poor out everything on the table or plate or..... I want to express my feelings and thoughts on everything, although I already have. I want to get to the point and straight across. So here I go.
Have you ever felt like you didn't say the right thing or do the right thing? I have. Ever felt like you ran out of time with either someone or something? I have. It's not a comforting feeling either. Nervousness surrounds you and your air supply seems to be cut from your throat. You can't speak, intelligently anyway. Constantly re-thinking everything in the past; going through every movement and remembering every detail where you had the chance yet didn't take it. An overcoming, overwhelming feeling but without it you'd feel guilty. No hurt, no heartache yet. But a feeling of waves crashing over you; how it stings yet you love the water that rushes over you when it does. Thinking about the waves doesn't do far as much as when you are right next to them; running with them. I'm inspired by this. If you go to the beach only once a year, when you see the ocean; you want to run and greet them. Or lay in the sands; watching the waves. You don't appreciate the waves as much till you are away from them; and must wait to return next year.
The grains of sand blow away or to a different destination,but the waves are always there; no matter what. Why do I feel like I missed the waves? and the most important question, Did the waves want me to stay?

The New Beginning; A New Semester

The New Semester has just begun. Just like a new clean slate; All grains and pieces of yesterday are long gone. New mistakes, new worries, new successes, and new ideals have now come into play. The past is left behind; while I'm looking toward a New future. For instance, a crisp snowfall that has just landed. No marks, no footprints, no swipes of dirt. All the physicallity of the next day has yet to start. What will my footprints be? Where Will I go? What wrong turn will I make? What correct move will I take? It's all held in the Future ahead and beyond what I can imagine. The apathy of the future relies on my actions; on my sufferings and on my longing of hope. Each snowflake is a piece of my future; some of my past and some of my present. Only I can take the first Footsteps into the freshly fallen snow; to conquor and get across to where I want go and who I want to be. I can make those marks that other people will see that could reflect on them. They will see my marks and see my footprints and know I'm the one that created them. Not only do I want my past remembered; but more a long the lines of my present and future being remembered.
So in this New beginning, In this New Time, and In this New Semester; I want to indulge, communicate and grasp onto hold the open ideas of education, family, love, life and living it. And hopefully my reflection will show in others as well.

The Art of Bitterness and Deception

Lately, It's been on my mind. For so many years, it has been on my mind. Turmoil. Distrust. Family. Honesty. Truth. Regrets. Bitterness. Deception. Hatred. Misunderstandings. Deceiving. Masterminding. Controlling. Dishonor. Deception. Lies. So many words to describe something so incorrectly wrong. A mist of confusion for so many years. So much time has gone to waste while arguing, suffering, heartbreak, and pure ignorance. The littlest of things can cause the biggest mistakes. The art of bitterness creates walls that can barely be broken free. After so many years; dead vines cover the walls grasping onto the sadness and leftover pieces of the past. The art of deception is the bricks to the walls. No matter what happens more layers are being built as time tends to fade away. No one knows what goes on beyond the walls; what goes on outside of their territorial barriers. Deceit and Lies are the thick glue and paste that grasps at the bricks to create the wall. After so many years, the paste has become hardened, frail, brittle, and apprehensive. No one knows that one thing could easily break down the wall. But no; no one dares to break the bond of inhumanity. No one dares to even climb the wall to see who's on the other side. No one thinks about destroying the wall that has been standing for many years. New paths way have to be created. New ways of life must be met. The wall has to come down. The art of bitterness and deception has to one day fall. If one of us doesn't break the wall; it will one day crumble to pieces and there will be nothing.

The Thing That Could Change Your Life

I go past the window with the relish of tomorrow.
Figuring out if it’s worth all the burden and sorrow.
The bitterness towards one another,
To a friend, parent or brother.
No matter what one may say,
We can never be able to count how many days
That we have left.
So many hurts, depression, and lies.
Jealousy arouses within creating year long fights.
Anger and demoralization has come into play,
Only to erase the expressions on a face.
No admitting that one’s wrong,
Perhaps the reason why they’re gone.
Held under weights for so many years,
Bringing about all the streaming tears.
Too many regrets, too much words per say.
Love and Forgive before it’s too late.

In My Eve of Questioning

Thoughts are always running through my head, whether good or bad. No matter what, I analyze things. It can be a good thing in some cases but a bad thing in others. Once I get a thought into my head, I can simply not get it out again. The wind of thoughts breathe down my neck; no blanket to keep me warm, and no heater to warm up the air. The coldness of thoughts surround me until i'm at the shatter of death. Beyond compare i Know not what the Wind can do or how hard it can blow. Winter slowly poors in, yet my being is not ready. However, i do know that if the wind does not decease; my lips will get chap, my hands with grow blue, my ears will turn red, and my body will grow numb. At a hastening gesture, my body will freeze until every syllable out of my lips are spoken or until every breath is taken. All I know is that the Eve of thinking and the beginning of new questions have begun.

My Thought For This Week- Live Like You Were Dying

I heard a song on the radio today, "Live Like You were Dying" by Tim McGraw!
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He said I was in my early forties
with a lot of life before me
when a moment came that stopped me on a dime
and I spent most of the next days
looking at the x-rays
Talking bout the options
and talking bout sweet time
I asked him when it sank in
that this might really be the real end
how's it hit you when you get that kinda news
man what'd you do
and he said
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu

and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.

He said I was finally the husband
that most the time I wasn't
and I became a friend a friend would like to have
and all the sudden going fishin
wasn't such an imposition
and I went three times that year I lost my dad
well I finally read the good book
and I took a good long hard look
at what I'd do if I could do it all again
and then
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
Like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about
what'd you do with it what did you do with it
what did I do with it
what would I do with it?
Sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named fumanchu
and then I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I watched an eagle as it was flying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying


It really made me think. I mean I'm sure some people who are on there death beds wish that they would have done something in life. Wished that they could have done things, forgiven people, made it right. They were given the chance to do that, but they lost it. I realized that I still Have that Chance and I dont want to make that mistake. If you Have Read this Today, I encourage You to Strive to Live, and to Love!! That is my goal for this year, Let it Be yours too!

-You never Know How Much Time You've Got, till You Have Little Time!

The Confusing Confusion..PART 2

Soo...Back to The Fruit.

I've Finally Decided I Want the Orange!!

I Love the Orange. It's My Favorite.:D

The Apple is Bland!! yuck.

Hopefully the Orange is ok with that!

A Journey

"We are on a Journey. Life it's called. It's long, arduous, exhausting, and well can be hard.
Some People's trips are longer; others shorter. Some take pathways that take them straight to the Prize. Others take many Pathways where backtracking is needed.
But the Journey ONLY matters when we Reach the Destination and What we Did During Our Trip. Making the Most out of the Travel is What Will Count."

That's My Thought Of the Day!

A New Year

It's 2008; a New Year! New Resolutions. New Thoughts. New Hopes. Newness is in the air.

I believe we can Make the Best out of the Year

By Living!

The Past is well...the Past!

A New Year is starting over. New plans, a fresh start.

Making a new past, starting the future, and moving on.

If it means beginning a new way of life or just living more fully~

~ Grasp onto Life because you Never Know when it could slip out of Your Hands.

Look Ahead and Strive for Life.

Happy New Year to ALL.