Just trying to keep a smile on your face.

is happiness not the purpose of life?

its the sharp dressed mans birthday...

Happy birthday to Brandon Adams...

BEWARE of birthday cupcakes...

I have never made them before, so,

you will most likely die of food poisoning.

[proof read your autobiography before you have it published]

sometimes

in order to open our minds

to new possibilities

we must first

consider how our own lives

would be different

if the world were still

flat.

art is louder than words.

"well behaved women seldom make history"


I find out my registration date for school today.

i can count all of the "real" people i know on one hand.

you know..
those people with passion.
with heart.
the opinionated ones that think for themselves
those who aren't afraid to speak their minds.

now my question is,
does that saying something about society as a whole or solely the circles in which i travel?

not in vain.

For years, politician after politician, beauty queens and fourth grade teachers have preached, to easily manipulated minds, a world free from violence and prejudice. This perfect world is not peace and unity, as most have described. I believe, it is acceptance and healthy debate. To think that it is possible to change human nature is absurd. It is human nature to experience uncontrollable emotion, emotions like biased hate and unconditional love, which makes it hard to change a mind. Silencing the sour tongue of someone born into believing that difference is a four letter word is almost unattainable. i respect those passionate enough to walk the road unsuccessfully traveled and change these impossibilities in life.

the wildeyed boy's birthday.

I believe in the importance of golden birthdays.

I hope he can tell by looking into my eyes what I truly think of him. Though my vocabulary is extensive and I for one am not a shy being, the english language does not have a word strong enough to do him justice.

something to model your life by since you can no longer think for yourself.

The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.