I sit here and type words and scrawl across a page of white. Not so many moments ago, I lay in my bed, staring up at my ceiling in silence, pondering the anomaly that is my life. How it closes one door with a clang, and opens another with a breadth of quiet. I learn so much every single damn day, and every single damn day I find another reason to smile more than the day before. I am in a state of limbo for the next few months while I wait to hear where I will be working this summer, and then it will only be another few months after that when I will be narrowing the window on finishing my book. Life, oh glorious life.
I have not had time lately to post new entries since I have been busy with assignments and the hardships that come along with being a student...okay, no, there are no real hardships being a student per se, and actually I love being one. But with studying and learning new knowledge, and writing my life story, well, I have not had much time for anything else. I know there are some who read my words more than others, and so for those who do, it is not my goal to disappoint. The following is a writing from back in the wee beginnings of this new year. Here you go, and may you enjoy.
Sometimes, strength comes in all shapes and sizes, and other times, it can come from impossible angles. On some occasions, it comes in the form of a light touch on your shoulder, a strong hand holding yours in a tight grasp, or even something as simple as kind words delivered at the opportune moment.
Patience comes from strength, and to bank our strength, we must first understand the art of patience. To see that although we might want things right now, like yesterday now, that they might not necessarily be meant for right now. Does that mean we must putter and kick our feet during this period of wait? By all means no...I personally use it to learn some more, to garner more knowledge so when it grows into wisdom I will be ready.
Outside, the snow is falling down, and winter is in its full element. Oh the days when I would flex my body into twisting circles of spinning speed and velocity; days when snow was my life, nay, my existence. And now? Now, I sit back, laugh at my life, and accept what I must accept. Strength of character is sometimes aligned with diversability, and is always a reason to better myself that much more.
So, I lean back against the sturdiness of an old, strong oak tree, and I feel it support my weight like the embrace of an old lover. Up ahead, I can hear the vociferous clatter of the north wind howling my name, and even from my vantage point, I can feel its light touch from so far away. But, for now, that distance is kept, and a voluntary tacit agreement is made between two parties...that I will follow after I am done my short stint here. That I will follow my road, follow my soul, and continue on to create my life in the best image I know...to shape it as my own.
Travels, friends, lovers, all of this and more awaits. But, for now, right at this very moment? Well, patience and strength hold me tight, and ask me to just breathe. Not so far to sit and wait, young one, not so far at all. Do you hear it people? Do you hear the call of life as it whispers your name on the wind? Will you heed its rustling of your heart and soul, and will you follow your road to the very end? It is, as always, only up to you to decide what is true versus what is a fallacy.
So, I bury my body deep under layers of wool, cotton, and a mass of stitched warmth. I flick out my light, and lie in the dark breathing...in and then out. I give thanks for the allowance to even breathe at all, and see that I am that one step closer to reaching my dream. Every word I type, every page I fill with scrawl, is one more reason to greet the coming day with a smile. I am curious, people, as to what makes you rise from your warm bed on a cold and crisp morning? Do you have someone next to you who may bring a smile to your lips? Or is it the thought of another that spurs you on? For whatever reason, make this day better than the last, and make this life the best you have ever tasted. Until we meet again, people, until we meet again.
"We can let circumstance rule us, or we can take charge and rule our lives from within."
- Earl Nightingale
I have not had time lately to post new entries since I have been busy with assignments and the hardships that come along with being a student...okay, no, there are no real hardships being a student per se, and actually I love being one. But with studying and learning new knowledge, and writing my life story, well, I have not had much time for anything else. I know there are some who read my words more than others, and so for those who do, it is not my goal to disappoint. The following is a writing from back in the wee beginnings of this new year. Here you go, and may you enjoy.
Sometimes, strength comes in all shapes and sizes, and other times, it can come from impossible angles. On some occasions, it comes in the form of a light touch on your shoulder, a strong hand holding yours in a tight grasp, or even something as simple as kind words delivered at the opportune moment.
Patience comes from strength, and to bank our strength, we must first understand the art of patience. To see that although we might want things right now, like yesterday now, that they might not necessarily be meant for right now. Does that mean we must putter and kick our feet during this period of wait? By all means no...I personally use it to learn some more, to garner more knowledge so when it grows into wisdom I will be ready.
Outside, the snow is falling down, and winter is in its full element. Oh the days when I would flex my body into twisting circles of spinning speed and velocity; days when snow was my life, nay, my existence. And now? Now, I sit back, laugh at my life, and accept what I must accept. Strength of character is sometimes aligned with diversability, and is always a reason to better myself that much more.
So, I lean back against the sturdiness of an old, strong oak tree, and I feel it support my weight like the embrace of an old lover. Up ahead, I can hear the vociferous clatter of the north wind howling my name, and even from my vantage point, I can feel its light touch from so far away. But, for now, that distance is kept, and a voluntary tacit agreement is made between two parties...that I will follow after I am done my short stint here. That I will follow my road, follow my soul, and continue on to create my life in the best image I know...to shape it as my own.
Travels, friends, lovers, all of this and more awaits. But, for now, right at this very moment? Well, patience and strength hold me tight, and ask me to just breathe. Not so far to sit and wait, young one, not so far at all. Do you hear it people? Do you hear the call of life as it whispers your name on the wind? Will you heed its rustling of your heart and soul, and will you follow your road to the very end? It is, as always, only up to you to decide what is true versus what is a fallacy.
So, I bury my body deep under layers of wool, cotton, and a mass of stitched warmth. I flick out my light, and lie in the dark breathing...in and then out. I give thanks for the allowance to even breathe at all, and see that I am that one step closer to reaching my dream. Every word I type, every page I fill with scrawl, is one more reason to greet the coming day with a smile. I am curious, people, as to what makes you rise from your warm bed on a cold and crisp morning? Do you have someone next to you who may bring a smile to your lips? Or is it the thought of another that spurs you on? For whatever reason, make this day better than the last, and make this life the best you have ever tasted. Until we meet again, people, until we meet again.
"We can let circumstance rule us, or we can take charge and rule our lives from within."
- Earl Nightingale
