When I wrote the last time about what makes me happy, I said that I'd keep a running list. I know that it's been a while since I've updated this list and that things have changed a lot since then, but here is my attempt at adding things to the previous list:
-People that have the courage to share their secrets with strangers make me happy. I don't think that this one really needs an explanation. Check it out if you haven't already before.
-My English class makes me happy. I go into that class everyday and my mind is engaged (which is one of my favorite things). I leave with a sense of thoughtfulness. Nothing beats that feeling.
-Pens still make me happy.
-(Parentheses make me happy.) (I'm not even sure why.) (I guess it makes me feel like whatever I write in between the left and right parentheses isn't visible to everyone else.) (Which wouldn't make sense if I'm trying to get you to read my blog.) (Oh well, I like them either way.)
-I've got a new thing where I like to buy the actual physical copy of a CD when it comes out. Preferably only my favorite bands. It makes me happy knowing that I have a piece of something that they made and poured their heart into. It gives me a sense of reason behind the idea of owning CD's in the first place; as if having the physical copy makes me unique.
-This one girl I know makes me happy. I bet you're smiling now because you know that I'm talking about you. And now the smile is a little bit bigger. And now you know.
-Finishing books make me happy. That sense of encompassment that I get from it; the feeling that I just lived in a whole other world with totally different people and crazy adventures, and different thoughts or feelings towards things, that's what I like the most about it.
-Heart to heart talks with people make me happy. I learn something new every time and it seriously completes my life. When they happen, I feel like I'm growing so much closer to people and that I'm gaining so much trust because of it. That makes me happy.
-Whispering sweet nothings makes me happy.
This is it for now. This list will continue. Maybe in a couple of months, maybe next week, maybe in five years. But it will continue.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Disguise.
Maybe in cardboard boxes filled with papers from your past and a soul that was once set on fire comes pouring out to you, only to reignite what once was there.
Maybe you wake up and you just know. You’re finally happy. You finally have so many reasons to smile, even through the tough times. Maybe waking up has ignited the fire that you’ve had inside of you all along. Maybe that one night changes everything for you. Maybe you share a kiss with someone and you just know that things are different- that things are finally coming together and you’re finally getting what you deserve.
Maybe you never thought that things would be this way. You were so far gone, so far removed from thinking that one person’s smile can change your whole world. Maybe that at 4:30 in the morning, the only thing that comes to you is exactly what you wanted; everything that you’ve been asking for from life is aligning and you just… know.
Maybe I know. Maybe finally waking up is giving me something to look forward to. Maybe my heart is awake and ignited and ready to let those walls fall.
Maybe the walls have already fallen.
The best things in life come to you in disguise.
Maybe you wake up and you just know. You’re finally happy. You finally have so many reasons to smile, even through the tough times. Maybe waking up has ignited the fire that you’ve had inside of you all along. Maybe that one night changes everything for you. Maybe you share a kiss with someone and you just know that things are different- that things are finally coming together and you’re finally getting what you deserve.
Maybe you never thought that things would be this way. You were so far gone, so far removed from thinking that one person’s smile can change your whole world. Maybe that at 4:30 in the morning, the only thing that comes to you is exactly what you wanted; everything that you’ve been asking for from life is aligning and you just… know.
Maybe I know. Maybe finally waking up is giving me something to look forward to. Maybe my heart is awake and ignited and ready to let those walls fall.
Maybe the walls have already fallen.
The best things in life come to you in disguise.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Run.
So let us run.
Let us run until our feet can't seem to find the ground anymore. Let us run until we become the wind and with every binding moment, we keep our eyes steady so that we don't become tangled with anything that can hold us down. Let us run as if we cannot settle; like a layer of dust that sits upon every surface of a room that goes untouched for weeks.
Let us run.
Let us run like the planet were on fire and the only thing that could save us was the heavy chest that would accompany our marathon. Let us run for the simple fact that the air hitting our face can take every doubt that we have and throw it right out the window.
Let us run because running sets us free; because every fire inside of us needs to be satisfied.
Because there are uncertainties in this world with which we may not understand.
Because there are people out there who get less than they deserve and there are people who deserve less than they get.
Let us run and jump and skip because everything that we have is everything that we are. Because everything we represent becomes every lesson learned and every wound healed. Because everything less than me becomes everything more than you. Because every inch can be stretched into miles and miles of unbroken journeys.
Let us run.
Simply, let us run.
Let us run until our feet can't seem to find the ground anymore. Let us run until we become the wind and with every binding moment, we keep our eyes steady so that we don't become tangled with anything that can hold us down. Let us run as if we cannot settle; like a layer of dust that sits upon every surface of a room that goes untouched for weeks.
Let us run.
Let us run like the planet were on fire and the only thing that could save us was the heavy chest that would accompany our marathon. Let us run for the simple fact that the air hitting our face can take every doubt that we have and throw it right out the window.
Let us run because running sets us free; because every fire inside of us needs to be satisfied.
Because there are uncertainties in this world with which we may not understand.
Because there are people out there who get less than they deserve and there are people who deserve less than they get.
Let us run and jump and skip because everything that we have is everything that we are. Because everything we represent becomes every lesson learned and every wound healed. Because everything less than me becomes everything more than you. Because every inch can be stretched into miles and miles of unbroken journeys.
Let us run.
Simply, let us run.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Edge of Desire
"... So a lot of you guys are going to head home and either receive texts in the dead of night or actually compose them- that are not going to be fully representative of how you feel for the rest of the day of the rest of your week. But you'll be reaching out, and if you're not reaching out, you'll have someone else reaching out to you. And your friends, and your brain, and your morals and your conscience have all trained you not to respond. But I'm going to go against the grain and I'm going to suggest that the next time you get a text from the one you love, the only person in the world that you love and can't talk to, that you respond, that you just write back. When they ask you if you're up, and you're up, and you love them, just write back 'yup, come over.' Because life is just too short to be playing the game. Because if you really want somebody, you'll figure it out later. Otherwise, you'll be laying in bed with a blackberry on your chest staring at it doing nothing for the rest of the night, hoping that it goes, 'bvvvvvvvvm, bvvvvvvvvm, bvvvvvvvm."
This video right here has changed a lot of things for me. First off, the first 1:15 of this is absolutely wonderful. Every sentence, every word right here has proven to be terribly relatable in some way. And he's right. With everything that he says and means, he's absolutely right.
If you listened to the whole video, you'll know that this is a live video of him, and that he vibes with every word that comes out of his mouth.
Who are we to know what tomorrow has in store for us? All we know is what is now: everything that is present and probably more of the past than we care to recall. We, as humans, are conditioned to love things that come into our lives and change our hearts. This video right here gives me every bit of hope that somewhere in my future, I'll feel the feeling inside of me when I can be changed again.
Yes, I've blogged before about this kind of thing, but honestly, if it keeps ringing true, why not keep writing about it?
Saturday, July 16, 2011
To Myself.
Dear Robbie,
You're struggling with things, but I promise you that if you keep on writing about anything that bothers you, you'll be able to feel better about it. Just get things out of you. Even if you think that it's not worth writing down, or if you think that it's not needed. Write it down. It'll benefit you to remember it later so that you know how to get yourself out of it. So write it down, even if it's small and you don't think it's worthy enough to write down.
Keep running that marathon you're in. Know that the path will get steep and you'll want to stop to take a break. But also know that you can't stop. You've got to keep going; you've got to keep moving. There are always areas to improve upon. You've got a long life ahead of you. Do it right. Do everything the right way. Do everything with your creativity and your imagination, and do it in such a proud way. You have every right to feel the way you do. You're just doing what you know is best for you. I know you're going to keep her in your life because you don't give up on people. You fall quicker than others and you attach some sides of your feelings to them- not the whole feelings, just the sides of them because you know that going from the outside in is the right way to do it. Your emotions are going to be your biggest asset one day, once they reach their peak and learn from everything that you've been through.
Go against the grain, Robbie.
"Life is just too short to keep playing the game. Because if you really want somebody, you'll figure it out later."
Keep those eyes open. Keep that head up. Keep the blood running through your veins, and keep your heart in tact.
You're struggling with things, but I promise you that if you keep on writing about anything that bothers you, you'll be able to feel better about it. Just get things out of you. Even if you think that it's not worth writing down, or if you think that it's not needed. Write it down. It'll benefit you to remember it later so that you know how to get yourself out of it. So write it down, even if it's small and you don't think it's worthy enough to write down.
Keep running that marathon you're in. Know that the path will get steep and you'll want to stop to take a break. But also know that you can't stop. You've got to keep going; you've got to keep moving. There are always areas to improve upon. You've got a long life ahead of you. Do it right. Do everything the right way. Do everything with your creativity and your imagination, and do it in such a proud way. You have every right to feel the way you do. You're just doing what you know is best for you. I know you're going to keep her in your life because you don't give up on people. You fall quicker than others and you attach some sides of your feelings to them- not the whole feelings, just the sides of them because you know that going from the outside in is the right way to do it. Your emotions are going to be your biggest asset one day, once they reach their peak and learn from everything that you've been through.
Go against the grain, Robbie.
"Life is just too short to keep playing the game. Because if you really want somebody, you'll figure it out later."
Keep those eyes open. Keep that head up. Keep the blood running through your veins, and keep your heart in tact.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Journey
I want to take the world on with you.
A funny thing love is, huh?
I don't know exactly what it is- I'm not sure many of us really do. We are born into a world that emits struggling and, even in the best terms, we're fighting an uphill battle. But we grow up searching for something or someone to help us on our journey; someone who can make the path ahead a little less hard to bear and a little more worthwhile.
We'll walk down that road and we'll meet people who we are sure will be there for so long. That is, until they're not anymore. Becoming so dependent on just having someone there to help you and then changing so fast for another way down the road alone.
Here I am equipping myself with tools and gadgets that will help me build these walls, and all I really need to do is take a seat and see who is willing to come and destroy what I've built.
When I try to describe what love is, all I get are these fragments of sentences- these words like "you" and "me" and "this" and "us"- mostly because love isn't something that can be described as easily as it can be felt. But those words give me the courage and the strength; those fragments of words work together to change things in my mind. It gives me a sense of hope and direction with where things are going with my life. So I'll take it.
A funny thing love is, huh?
I don't know exactly what it is- I'm not sure many of us really do. We are born into a world that emits struggling and, even in the best terms, we're fighting an uphill battle. But we grow up searching for something or someone to help us on our journey; someone who can make the path ahead a little less hard to bear and a little more worthwhile.
We'll walk down that road and we'll meet people who we are sure will be there for so long. That is, until they're not anymore. Becoming so dependent on just having someone there to help you and then changing so fast for another way down the road alone.
Here I am equipping myself with tools and gadgets that will help me build these walls, and all I really need to do is take a seat and see who is willing to come and destroy what I've built.
When I try to describe what love is, all I get are these fragments of sentences- these words like "you" and "me" and "this" and "us"- mostly because love isn't something that can be described as easily as it can be felt. But those words give me the courage and the strength; those fragments of words work together to change things in my mind. It gives me a sense of hope and direction with where things are going with my life. So I'll take it.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Appreciation
Sometimes, when things get really tough for me, I sit down at my desk and I open my journal to the next available blank page, and I fill the page with all of the thoughts and feelings that describe me at that moment.
I realize that the page is usually filled in no time with words that have slid right out of my head and off of my lips so that I can hear whatever it is that I end up connecting to my fingers and pen.
When I'm done, I'm able to look at the page and see the places that I scribbled or messed up and I'm able to feel what I felt when I was writing it, or feel whatever made me want to write it down and keep it. I find every reason to appreciate every word that I wrote down and I slip it into my heart.
What I'm saying is that acquiring the appreciation of life's smaller things should be in everyone's head. It should be taught to us as infants, climbing out of the womb, and instilled into our heads as we grow older until eventually, it becomes second nature to us. We should be able to appreciate everything in our lives as they are, not as they used to be or how they will be in the future. We should be able to appreciate all of the decisions we've made and the places we've slept without feeling like we've lost a little bit of ourselves.
We have to know how to appreciate the bad things in life, like getting caught in the rain on your way to a job interview or looking unprepared for something that is so important and worthwhile. Having the ability to appreciate these things gives us the chance to make our lives extraordinary. We are able to see that we're not meant to have all good things in life. Expecting becomes much easier to dwindle out of our lives.
I guess you have to have the bad days in order to appreciate the good ones.
So here I am, appreciating what’s there, appreciating the smiles because the frowns are too common, and appreciating that all I have in this world is the small, dim ember that is burning inside of me, yearning to be seen from miles away someday.
“But every time you walk away, I could never, never find the words to make you stay, but I’ll try come sunrise.”
I realize that the page is usually filled in no time with words that have slid right out of my head and off of my lips so that I can hear whatever it is that I end up connecting to my fingers and pen.
When I'm done, I'm able to look at the page and see the places that I scribbled or messed up and I'm able to feel what I felt when I was writing it, or feel whatever made me want to write it down and keep it. I find every reason to appreciate every word that I wrote down and I slip it into my heart.
What I'm saying is that acquiring the appreciation of life's smaller things should be in everyone's head. It should be taught to us as infants, climbing out of the womb, and instilled into our heads as we grow older until eventually, it becomes second nature to us. We should be able to appreciate everything in our lives as they are, not as they used to be or how they will be in the future. We should be able to appreciate all of the decisions we've made and the places we've slept without feeling like we've lost a little bit of ourselves.
We have to know how to appreciate the bad things in life, like getting caught in the rain on your way to a job interview or looking unprepared for something that is so important and worthwhile. Having the ability to appreciate these things gives us the chance to make our lives extraordinary. We are able to see that we're not meant to have all good things in life. Expecting becomes much easier to dwindle out of our lives.
I guess you have to have the bad days in order to appreciate the good ones.
So here I am, appreciating what’s there, appreciating the smiles because the frowns are too common, and appreciating that all I have in this world is the small, dim ember that is burning inside of me, yearning to be seen from miles away someday.
“But every time you walk away, I could never, never find the words to make you stay, but I’ll try come sunrise.”
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
One Day
Why can't I write?
Sure, I can sit here and wonder why I can't connect those dots. I'm fighting with my head to force the words that are bursting at their seams onto a page that runs from me.
What do I do?
I write. Whatever word comes to mind, whatever letters form next to each other, whatever I can do to help not keep me up at night. I write because of the flame inside of me that tells me that my story isn't over with. I have ink left inside of my pens and I can't let them go to waste. If I die, I want all of the ink to be gone. I want it to all be dry and permanent. I want everything that I write to be something that I felt purely and honestly. I want my words to be what have defined me throughout my life.
When it's all said and done? I want everyone to read my words. I want my words to break barriers that people have set up in their lives. I want to move mountains with the voice that my words create.
How do people do that? They wear their hearts on their sleeves and the walk away knowing that the time that they've put in will benefit them and everything that they have inside of them. They put the smiles on that spread like wildfires. They believe in themselves, even when nobody else in this world believes in them- they believe that their words are important and that no matter what they do with their lives, the words that they write down will change someone's life somewhere down the road.
The truth is that if I could just inspire one person, I'll know that anything that I've ever written has been enough at some point. And even if I lose it, I'll still have it in my heart. The inspiration is the definition of everything that I can ever aspire to be. Yes, I'm human. Yes, I feel things inside of me that need to come out. You do too. I bet you feel everything inside of you filling your heart to the brim and you don't know how to balance it without it spilling over the sides. Don't worry, it gets better.
I'm learning to harness that energy and place it somewhere in my life that needs the light that is shining through from the other side. One day, anything and everything that I've written will come back to me somehow. My eyes will be filled with the spark that I've always had inside of me somewhere. I won't be lost in translation. My heart will be at peace again, just as long as my ink is dry, permanent, and long-lasting.
One day.
Sure, I can sit here and wonder why I can't connect those dots. I'm fighting with my head to force the words that are bursting at their seams onto a page that runs from me.
What do I do?
I write. Whatever word comes to mind, whatever letters form next to each other, whatever I can do to help not keep me up at night. I write because of the flame inside of me that tells me that my story isn't over with. I have ink left inside of my pens and I can't let them go to waste. If I die, I want all of the ink to be gone. I want it to all be dry and permanent. I want everything that I write to be something that I felt purely and honestly. I want my words to be what have defined me throughout my life.
When it's all said and done? I want everyone to read my words. I want my words to break barriers that people have set up in their lives. I want to move mountains with the voice that my words create.
How do people do that? They wear their hearts on their sleeves and the walk away knowing that the time that they've put in will benefit them and everything that they have inside of them. They put the smiles on that spread like wildfires. They believe in themselves, even when nobody else in this world believes in them- they believe that their words are important and that no matter what they do with their lives, the words that they write down will change someone's life somewhere down the road.
The truth is that if I could just inspire one person, I'll know that anything that I've ever written has been enough at some point. And even if I lose it, I'll still have it in my heart. The inspiration is the definition of everything that I can ever aspire to be. Yes, I'm human. Yes, I feel things inside of me that need to come out. You do too. I bet you feel everything inside of you filling your heart to the brim and you don't know how to balance it without it spilling over the sides. Don't worry, it gets better.
I'm learning to harness that energy and place it somewhere in my life that needs the light that is shining through from the other side. One day, anything and everything that I've written will come back to me somehow. My eyes will be filled with the spark that I've always had inside of me somewhere. I won't be lost in translation. My heart will be at peace again, just as long as my ink is dry, permanent, and long-lasting.
One day.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
What makes me happy?
I was asked what made me happy. At first, things come to my mind and I don't write them down, thinking that I'll remember them later when I write down what makes me happy. So here I am, sitting here at 2:15 in the morning, thinking hard about what makes me happy in life.
It seems like I lead a good life. I have a wonderful family. I have friends that people would die to have. I'm getting my education and I have too many jobs. I've been blessed with a life that some people can't have.
So why is it that I can't think of what makes me happy?
Hm. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I can't think of what makes me happy because I'm not really looking for it at all. I always remember what used to make me happy and not what makes me happy in the present.
So herein lies my problem. I'm stuck in a place in my mind that subconsciously makes me think about things that used to make me happy in life and not what truly makes me happy right now.
Don't get me wrong, there are things that still make me happy from my past, and some of those things will always make me happy, no matter where I'm at with life. Things like books or imagination or inspiration. Or writing. It makes me happy to sit here and write. Combining things that make me happy always helps too. For example, I could write books using my imagination and create inspiration in the process.
But what makes me happy right now? What makes me happy in the present...?
-Pens make me happy. Being able to feel the ink glide from the tip of a pen and onto a surface makes me smile.
-Notes make me happy, whether they're sticky-notes or just me writing notes down for things that I feel like I should remember. (They get me by.)
-Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Self-Reliance" makes me happy. Everything in that small, yet powerful and captivating piece of literature hits every spot inside of me that I want it to hit.
-Coloring pictures make me happy. This is good because it also relieves a ton of stress and it helps me to focus on something else that the important things in life.
-My pen-pal from West Virginia makes me happy.
-Drawings and scribbles on papers and in notepads make me happy. Seeing how someone's mind unfolds through art is soothing, somehow.
-Working makes me happy. I know this sounds weird, and most people don't enjoy working, but I honestly feel like working gives me a sense of productivity. I like being productive and getting things done. Most of the time, at least.
-Relaxing and unwinding from a long day makes me happy. It's more of a relief kind of thing for me, because sometimes it's hard to just concentrate on not concentrating any longer. (It makes sense to me.)
-Pictures make me happy. Next to my desk is a cork board with a few of my favorite pictures on it. The reason why I have this is for when I'm sitting here, working on something or whatever may be the case, and I look over to see all of these faces looking back at me with their unexplainable, incredible smiles. Something about this kind of thing makes me happy, mostly because I know that some of the smiles I may never see again for the rest of my life, and to have a piece of history from a human being, taken from the period in their life where they were smiling (even if it's fake) makes me feel appreciative and privileged to have it right next to me.
-Things that are life-changing make me happy. I just finished a book called "A Long Way Gone," which is about a young boy who has his family taken from him and his childhood torn from him in an instant, and he is forced to join the army at such a young age to fight a war that he shouldn't have ever had to fight. He is forced to see things that people his age, or any age for that matter, shouldn't ever have to see. The story is basically how things developed for him and how he led his life pre and post-war; how he learns to forgive himself for everything and grow from his experience. It's books like these that make me believe that anything is possible in life if you just hold on when times get tough. It's life-changing and refreshing.
- Discovering things that I didn't know existed makes me happy, mostly because my mind becomes more open to new things and ideas on it's own. I don't have to force anything because I see it with my own two eyes and I learn about it as it happens.
-Did I mention that pens make me happy?
-Going home to see the expressions on my family's face when they see mine makes me happy. There is nothing better than seeing your 88-year-old grandmother's face light up when you walk into the room. Nothing.
-Knowing that I've made a lasting impression on some people in my life thus far makes me happy. Making a difference in the world has been a lifelong goal of mine since I started thinking for myself. Even if it's only one person, it's still changing the world in my eyes.
So you see, here are some things that make me happy. It's not everything that make me happy. I'm sure that sometime I'll find other things that make me happy. I'll call this a "running list" since it's something that will undoubtedly change soon. I know it'll change because things change with time. Things that used to make me happy may not anymore 5 months from now. I'll find other things that'll make me happy and I'll add them to this list. Even if they don't make me happy anymore, I'll keep them up there because I know that I'll want to always remember everything that has made me happy in life.
Knowing that the life that I live today will shape the life that I live tomorrow has been something that has propelled me to keep writing, even if the ink is starting to run dry in my pen. I'll find another pen, and I'll open my book to a new chapter- a fresh, blank page that's just waiting for me to write my story in it. I'll continue to write because these words continue to make all of the difference in my heart.
-To you, you know who you are. Thank you for motivating me to write this piece. This is something that I'd thought about before but I had never really put any action or motivating into. This has given me a new perspective on things in my life and I have you to thank.
So thank you.
It seems like I lead a good life. I have a wonderful family. I have friends that people would die to have. I'm getting my education and I have too many jobs. I've been blessed with a life that some people can't have.
So why is it that I can't think of what makes me happy?
Hm. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I can't think of what makes me happy because I'm not really looking for it at all. I always remember what used to make me happy and not what makes me happy in the present.
So herein lies my problem. I'm stuck in a place in my mind that subconsciously makes me think about things that used to make me happy in life and not what truly makes me happy right now.
Don't get me wrong, there are things that still make me happy from my past, and some of those things will always make me happy, no matter where I'm at with life. Things like books or imagination or inspiration. Or writing. It makes me happy to sit here and write. Combining things that make me happy always helps too. For example, I could write books using my imagination and create inspiration in the process.
But what makes me happy right now? What makes me happy in the present...?
-Pens make me happy. Being able to feel the ink glide from the tip of a pen and onto a surface makes me smile.
-Notes make me happy, whether they're sticky-notes or just me writing notes down for things that I feel like I should remember. (They get me by.)
-Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Self-Reliance" makes me happy. Everything in that small, yet powerful and captivating piece of literature hits every spot inside of me that I want it to hit.
-Coloring pictures make me happy. This is good because it also relieves a ton of stress and it helps me to focus on something else that the important things in life.
-My pen-pal from West Virginia makes me happy.
-Drawings and scribbles on papers and in notepads make me happy. Seeing how someone's mind unfolds through art is soothing, somehow.
-Working makes me happy. I know this sounds weird, and most people don't enjoy working, but I honestly feel like working gives me a sense of productivity. I like being productive and getting things done. Most of the time, at least.
-Relaxing and unwinding from a long day makes me happy. It's more of a relief kind of thing for me, because sometimes it's hard to just concentrate on not concentrating any longer. (It makes sense to me.)
-Pictures make me happy. Next to my desk is a cork board with a few of my favorite pictures on it. The reason why I have this is for when I'm sitting here, working on something or whatever may be the case, and I look over to see all of these faces looking back at me with their unexplainable, incredible smiles. Something about this kind of thing makes me happy, mostly because I know that some of the smiles I may never see again for the rest of my life, and to have a piece of history from a human being, taken from the period in their life where they were smiling (even if it's fake) makes me feel appreciative and privileged to have it right next to me.
-Things that are life-changing make me happy. I just finished a book called "A Long Way Gone," which is about a young boy who has his family taken from him and his childhood torn from him in an instant, and he is forced to join the army at such a young age to fight a war that he shouldn't have ever had to fight. He is forced to see things that people his age, or any age for that matter, shouldn't ever have to see. The story is basically how things developed for him and how he led his life pre and post-war; how he learns to forgive himself for everything and grow from his experience. It's books like these that make me believe that anything is possible in life if you just hold on when times get tough. It's life-changing and refreshing.
- Discovering things that I didn't know existed makes me happy, mostly because my mind becomes more open to new things and ideas on it's own. I don't have to force anything because I see it with my own two eyes and I learn about it as it happens.
-Did I mention that pens make me happy?
-Going home to see the expressions on my family's face when they see mine makes me happy. There is nothing better than seeing your 88-year-old grandmother's face light up when you walk into the room. Nothing.
-Knowing that I've made a lasting impression on some people in my life thus far makes me happy. Making a difference in the world has been a lifelong goal of mine since I started thinking for myself. Even if it's only one person, it's still changing the world in my eyes.
So you see, here are some things that make me happy. It's not everything that make me happy. I'm sure that sometime I'll find other things that make me happy. I'll call this a "running list" since it's something that will undoubtedly change soon. I know it'll change because things change with time. Things that used to make me happy may not anymore 5 months from now. I'll find other things that'll make me happy and I'll add them to this list. Even if they don't make me happy anymore, I'll keep them up there because I know that I'll want to always remember everything that has made me happy in life.
Knowing that the life that I live today will shape the life that I live tomorrow has been something that has propelled me to keep writing, even if the ink is starting to run dry in my pen. I'll find another pen, and I'll open my book to a new chapter- a fresh, blank page that's just waiting for me to write my story in it. I'll continue to write because these words continue to make all of the difference in my heart.
-To you, you know who you are. Thank you for motivating me to write this piece. This is something that I'd thought about before but I had never really put any action or motivating into. This has given me a new perspective on things in my life and I have you to thank.
So thank you.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
"One day, You'll See"
Robbie, you're sitting here and you're telling yourself that you're okay but really, I feel like you aren't. I'm you. I'm in you and I know how your surface feelings influence your mood. I know how you feel about some things, and I know that some things you hide inside of yourself so that nobody will ever find it. But one day, you'll find it. It's come up like a lost treasure and everything will change again. I wish there was some type of way to get rid of it, but I can't do that for you, you have to do it for yourself. I have faith in you, always remember that. I have faith that you'll find something in life that will be worth more to you. I have faith that you'll find that one person or those many people who make you smile day in and day out.
Who knows, you may have already found them. They might be right under your nose, you just haven't seen them yet.
Or maybe you have. Maybe you've seen them and they're already making a difference in your life. Whatever the case may be, keep your heart open and keep your eyes free.
Tell yourself, "One day, you'll see."
Sincerely, Your Heart.
Who knows, you may have already found them. They might be right under your nose, you just haven't seen them yet.
Or maybe you have. Maybe you've seen them and they're already making a difference in your life. Whatever the case may be, keep your heart open and keep your eyes free.
Tell yourself, "One day, you'll see."
Sincerely, Your Heart.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Reflecting
I find it good to reflect on things in my life at least once a day. It allows me to think better about things: decisions, actions, and emotions that I've had in the past and how they've influenced the person that I am today. I'm writing my own story with my own pen and paper. I'm learning as time goes on, and I'm expressing myself in any way that I know how to. Whether or not people are listening is up to them. I'll keep writing and see who's listening.
In the end, it'll be worth it.
In the end, it'll be worth it.
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