Sunday, March 1, 2015

Ode to Life

 This is an ode to life.












Ode to life and the wonderful experiences it gives to

To the journey it offers me
filled with joy, sorrow, love

To the trials I face daily
that shape me into who I am

To the beauty of nature
with mother nature's calming and majestic touch
and all that it offers me:
sun
wind
birds
song
mountains


To the joy I feel from following my dreams
even when they don't all come true

To the education I receive
even though it can suck
a lot
but that I'm surrounded my some of the best classmates and teachers ever

To the friends and family that life has given me
and to those friends and family I meet in the future
and for the love I feel from them

Thank you life for all that you've given me
Even if some of its sour

Wanting Love Forever







Love is still alive within me

How is that possible?

I fought it and thought I won

I guess I underestimated love's power

Now I'm breathing love like air
One day at a time

Wanting love forever.
Wanting love forever.

It is not just hormones that are creating pockets of my love fantasies

My heart has nurtured this love
and it's been sailing over the years and in and out of weeks and through the days

Love can happen today.
It should happen today.

And I know that I know 
What Love it

Bricks and Stones May Break My Bones

You may have heard of the saying "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me."

Well here I'm substituting bricks for sticks.



I'm here to tell you that the phrase you've heard probably several dozen times is a lie. Words really do hurt.

Words can hurt just as much as a brick being thrown at your face with a force of 100 mph. They can hurt as much as breaking your femur bone. They hurt like hell.

But wait, I'm wrong. Words sometimes hurt more than physical pain. At least physical pain, for the most part, can by numbed by medicine or eventually goes away. Emotional pain can stay with you for so much longer.

So long. So very long. Very very long. Sometimes it feels like infinity.

And I hate it.

Next time you feel anger towards someone, Stop. Just stop. Don't say anything until you've calmed down. Please just stop. Stop. Stop the world around you and think.

 

You never know just how much power your words can have. You never know what your words might do to someone. What they might drive someone to do.

Just take a deep breath.



Sunday, February 8, 2015

How to Survive High School

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  • Bring a pencil. Sometimes teachers are allergic to pens. Especially in math class.
  • Be "On Time" (we all know that has several meanings for each class)
  • Make friends
  • Perfect your procrastination
  • Learn the limitations of your teachers
  • Have common sense. Please. Is that too much to ask? probably...
  • Occasionally do some homework
  • Be happy with 7 hours of sleep
  • Sign up for dozens of clubs that you put on your applications as participating in but actually never went to any of the meetings (or maybe just the ones where they serve treats)
  • Laugh. Out. Loud.
  • Learn to sleep with your eyes open
  • Wear clothes
  • Do not eat at McDonald's every lunch. Cause I mean it's not THAT good.
  • BE YOURSELF!!! 

One Step at a Time


Babies are more human than a lot of adults.
They may not be able to talk
Walk
Feed themselves
And all those things but they
Know how to learn. They welcome mistakes as a chance to
Grow and Learn. They
Observe the world with wonder and are willing to
Explore for themselves.
Rules are foreign to them and
Experimentation is acceptable and expected. And their
Determination astounds me. How many
Times did they try to get their feet to cooperate and propel them forward?
Did they stop when they fell the first time?

No

If babies were like most adults today then we would be a society that
could never walk. Babies, believe it or not, are an
Inspiration to the world. 
 

Why don't we follow their example?

Society will turn us into Robots
Unless we stop them. So
Learn to defer from society and be human.

At least try it for a day and see what you think.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Embrace the Sun

 The Sun is my inspiration. It motivates me to wake up and make the most of my day. This probably explains why it's so hard for me to wake up on school days: I mean seriously I can't even see the sun before I start school? When the alarm goes off each morning, I look out the window and see darkness. How is that suppose to motivate me to go to class? And I only have one class that has a window looking outside. And then I come home and stay indoors all day because my teachers insist that doing hours of homework will "benefit" me. That's insane. I'm missing out on my opportunities to embrace the sun. That's the best therapy, at least for me.

Embrace the sun
Let it's light fill me soul
Sun, help me see the good in this world



The Beatles said it best when they said "Here comes the Sun". Because when I let its rays absorb me, I let myself live life to the fullest.

Where is She?

Where is she?

Did I abandon her?

Even if I tried, I don't remember when she disappeared: that's how lost I've been. She never did me any wrong. Actually, all she did was foster my best self. We would play house with my friends at recess and I would always use my imagination. Wow, it's been awhile since I've even thought about imagination. I guess she took that with her when she left....along with so many other things.

She is me. Well, was me. She is my inner child that looks at a backyard and sees a tropical forest that no one has explored before. She looks at the stairs inside my home and envisions herself climbing up Mount Everest. When she's riding a bike, she is actually flying through the fluffy clouds made up of cotton candy. Her favorite clouds were always the pink ones.

When I was 8, I could not even imagine life without her. But now I'm a senior and she's hiding. How did I get to the point where I think that I don't need her anymore? I mean, I'm about to go off into the adult world where I'll probably get brainwashed. This is when I need her the most.

This post is for her. It's a plead for her to come back and help me learn to be creative again. To help me see the world for more than what's actually right there.

Please come back. I miss you.