Willem Once Said (1)

"You won't find solutions independent of action."

thoughts?

Look Out World

it came in the mail today
all shiny and new
completely empty
all perfect and blue

four seven nine
four seven seven
nine seven four
numbers from heaven

meant to be memorized
meant to be known
meant to keep history
to where i have flown

i'm utterly excited
it was worth every cent
but the year left without one
was perfectly spent

yet i hold in my hand
a ticket to anywhere
and i plan to fill it up
to great places i do declare

so here's to the future
and this traveling man
it's time to go adventuring
wherever i can

It Does a Body Good

I went running today. I bought myself shoes for Christmas and wore them for the first time. I can't remember the last time I actually went running. Sad. But the most difficult part is starting again so this was a good beginning. I ran for three miles and my timing was horrible, but hey, I can only get better.

I'm nice and refreshed, now time for bed.

Guac

We made rolled tacos and guacamole last night.

I could eat that forever and a day.

This Sorta Thing

Don't mind me. I'm just in a funk. Nothing you can fix. Nothing I won't get out of. I'm tired. Tired of not knowing. You can only search for so long until hope slowly disappears. Right?

I probably don't believe half of the things I write.

Will I ever fully be content? Will there be a day when I take a second to look around me and say, hey, I'm here. I've arrived. Life is at its best.

I miss Andrew and Rhiannon, James and Briana, Michael and Kristin, Kyle and Colette, Joel and Chrissy.

It's just going to be another one of those days I suppose.


So here, here we go again. Should I move right or left. Or just step back to check if I missed a step. Oh no, we can never be to sure when forever's on the line. Forever passed me by a hundred times tonight.

Speechless

"You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say."
 - F. Scott Fitzgerald

I'm in need of a new year. These past fourteen months have been so interesting. I'm still not quite sure what to make of it all. My heart yearns for more. I get caught in the everyday drudgery that seems to endlessly permeate my mornings, afternoons, and evenings. I'm asked - what do you want to do with your life, where do you see yourself in ten years, what is your endgame? And it frustrates me. Because at 27 and counting I still don't know. But I don't see a fuse chasing me when I look behind me. I don't hear the crashing rubble from a landslide bearing down on me. I hear a still small voice that speaks beyond all distractions, desires, and ambitions.

I hear THIS.

And I can't help but wonder, when did this ever become solely about me?

10/10/10

The truth is...