What is life, if not passionate?
It's nothing.
Everything done should be done with passion.
Everything loved should be loved passionately.
If you're passionate about nothing, what is there to live for?
Truly life is like...a forest. Umm. A tree for every passion. In the center, empty. The center is where you can go to lay on your back and watch the sun soak the sky. You stand and feel the wind wrap around you, encase you in thoughts and dreams, that's what the center's for. The center is to remind you that there is always room for more passion.
Everyday you should feel. Everyday should be felt.
People these days, they don't FEEL anymore. This fishbowl life is all they need. They say they want to go somewhere and be someone, but if they truly did the would.
Live with passion. Sleep with passion. Walk with passion. Laugh with passion. Love with passion. Know with passion. Dream, believe, hope, feel with passion.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Sunrise Romances
I've always liked sunrises more than sunsets.
I think it's because sunsets come at the end of the day. They signify an ending.
But sunrises, are like a new start.
With the warmth of every purple, red, orange, yellow ray comes a second chance.
The most beautiful thing I've seen isn't the ocean, or the moutains, or the stars. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen is a 4am sunrise. I won't go into detail of why I was even awake at 4am, but I will say I was on a horse. Me, a horse, and one magnificent purple sky in which hung a bright ornament. The sun.
With each rise of the sun, comes a beginning.
I think it's because sunsets come at the end of the day. They signify an ending.
But sunrises, are like a new start.
With the warmth of every purple, red, orange, yellow ray comes a second chance.
The most beautiful thing I've seen isn't the ocean, or the moutains, or the stars. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen is a 4am sunrise. I won't go into detail of why I was even awake at 4am, but I will say I was on a horse. Me, a horse, and one magnificent purple sky in which hung a bright ornament. The sun.
With each rise of the sun, comes a beginning.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Batman
Love is dumb. Love is beautiful. Love has broken my heart and destroyed me. But I always manage to keep believing in it.
I've said I love you to guys that I now wish I had never met. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it in May, or June, or July, or October. I've changed. I get it now. Not fully, because no one can. But I understand it more now. Because I've experienced it. I mean it this time. It's a feeling, and an action. Love is when you get butterflies from holding hands even after months have passed. It's when one hug can change everything. It's when they can make you smile even on a Tuesday. Love is a giant mosh pit of arguements, broken hearts, smiles, Thursdays, anniversaries, dandelions, forgiveness, memories, and belief. You have to believe it in. It's not easy. It sucks and it will make you cry and turn you bitter and your emotions will get tired. But it's worth it. All of those temporary problems are worth that moment of laying in a field of sunflowers with everything you've ever wanted. I mean it this time. Belief.
I've said I love you to guys that I now wish I had never met. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it in May, or June, or July, or October. I've changed. I get it now. Not fully, because no one can. But I understand it more now. Because I've experienced it. I mean it this time. It's a feeling, and an action. Love is when you get butterflies from holding hands even after months have passed. It's when one hug can change everything. It's when they can make you smile even on a Tuesday. Love is a giant mosh pit of arguements, broken hearts, smiles, Thursdays, anniversaries, dandelions, forgiveness, memories, and belief. You have to believe it in. It's not easy. It sucks and it will make you cry and turn you bitter and your emotions will get tired. But it's worth it. All of those temporary problems are worth that moment of laying in a field of sunflowers with everything you've ever wanted. I mean it this time. Belief.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Stay Gold
Don't wait for someone to tell you it's too late.
Cause these are the best days.
There's always something tomorrow.
So I say, let's make the best of tonight.
Here comes the rest of our lives.
We only grow up once.
Cause these are the best days.
There's always something tomorrow.
So I say, let's make the best of tonight.
Here comes the rest of our lives.
We only grow up once.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Liberty loss and coffee cups.
My friend Kendal is a musician. He's on iTunes. "Pacific Resonance". Check it.
I'm listening to one of his songs right now, actually, and there's one line that stands out to me.
"Isn't it strange to think everything we do is useless?"
When I first heard it, I thought: "Dude, Kendal. Depressing, much?" But I've realized that he's exactly right. Nothing we do is going to change anything. Really.
I mean, we all want to think that it will, but really. Really. Nothing we do can change the weather, or the fact that polar bears will someday be extinct. (I know, I know, it's sad). Nothing we do is going to explain, truly explain, why Mona Lisa smiles. Isn't it strange to think everything we do is useless? It is. But I feel it's also a relief. It's not up to us. Nothing's up to us. If you know me at all, you know I know that it's up to God. Nothing He does is useless. Everything he does is everything. And we aren't Him.
It's like when someone you know has a test that they didn't study for. Dude, that sucks but it's not my test and I'm not you, so I'm not going to worry about it. Or even care. It's in God's hands. Everything is taken care of. The song's titled "Never Ending Search" Never ending search for the truth. The truth is, everything we do is useless.
But that's alright. :)
I'm listening to one of his songs right now, actually, and there's one line that stands out to me.
"Isn't it strange to think everything we do is useless?"
When I first heard it, I thought: "Dude, Kendal. Depressing, much?" But I've realized that he's exactly right. Nothing we do is going to change anything. Really.
I mean, we all want to think that it will, but really. Really. Nothing we do can change the weather, or the fact that polar bears will someday be extinct. (I know, I know, it's sad). Nothing we do is going to explain, truly explain, why Mona Lisa smiles. Isn't it strange to think everything we do is useless? It is. But I feel it's also a relief. It's not up to us. Nothing's up to us. If you know me at all, you know I know that it's up to God. Nothing He does is useless. Everything he does is everything. And we aren't Him.
It's like when someone you know has a test that they didn't study for. Dude, that sucks but it's not my test and I'm not you, so I'm not going to worry about it. Or even care. It's in God's hands. Everything is taken care of. The song's titled "Never Ending Search" Never ending search for the truth. The truth is, everything we do is useless.
But that's alright. :)
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