Summer Sounds

In order to keep you in suspense (actually because my power is out and Wi-Fi time limited) I will save Addictive Emotions Part II for a later post.  For now enjoy some poetic rambling.

The symphony of summer dances in the air.

Flashes from fireflies keeping time,

as birds chirp the the melody.

Wet warmth embraces you from all sides,

like an armor protects you from cool reality.

Nothing else exists except the night,

the crickets,

the laughter.

Your helmet of humidity blocks all thoughts of tommorow,

leaving you in peace to savor the moment.  

Addictive Emotions Part I

     Anger, love, triumph, and security. Each of these emotions, and a couple more, reach so many areas of our thoughts that a certain euphoria surrounds them. Our minds and our hearts are exercised fully when experiencing these feelings, creating an energy about us that doesn't occur every day. We crave anger. We long for love. We strive for triumph, and we seek security. These natural thirsts affect almost everything we do. 
     Everyone has been at the point where they've been angry about something, but then want to finish and move on.  Yet when one reaches down into one's self, preparing to let go, attempting to forgive and forget, one hits a boundary; the choice between clinging to the rich, satisfying anger or sacrificing the bitterness for peace.  Sometimes peace seems boring, and one feels they have the right to stay bitter and scowl, because it's simply desirable.  It seems human nature has developed a taste for grudges, and it's hard to resist the craving.
     Tons of actions are rooted in the desire for love.  To be loved, to fall in love, to give love.  All a child wants is for their parents to love them.  The only reason romance is popular in entertainment is because a love story identifies  and draws on our own desires, and kittens just flat out demand love from us, and if we secretly want to give them our love, then I guess that's just another reason to get one.  So one really cannot deny love's effect on our actions.     

~ Stay Tuned for Triumph and Security! ~

Guess What!??

Design Cred : Aaron Jay via Threadless

So, I just found the list I made of all the things I intended to blog/write about but never did.  And without school sucking every ounce of free writing time from my life, I can now fulfill those intentions and make dreams come true!! So expect more posts. Even if few people read the posts, I am still writing and doing what I love, and practicing so I can improve. I fell in love with the design above, so I hope you love it as much as I do. But really I just put it there to make the post more interesting.  I hope I succeeded. (Woah, no way, I just checked spelling and spelled succeeded correctly, first try! Mini-win for the day.)

Poetry Snipet

An Unfinished, Untitled Poem (or lack thereof)

Tired form a journey of self exploration

Each new discovery requiring more explanation

A never ending road of thought and speculation

The only limits set by your imagination

Horizon Line

The sea. The ocean, so timeless, so independent, so influential. A muse to to countless artists across time. How long has man pondered its depths? How many centuries has it stared ominously back at the beach wanderer, so small and insignificant compared to the vast, blue horizon? No logic, problem, achievement, or strength of man can ever compare to this fact of nature. This collective mass of water, incessantly churning and changing, can swallow our world whole. Maybe literally, maybe not, but it's obvious its force and strength comes from something greater. From violent ebony to placid teal, like the sky, the sea has many faces. The sea and the sky. It's never occurred to me how parallel they truly are, even literally so. Both so in-comprehensively large. Mysterious, yet peaceful, humbling. The sea, teeming with life, the sky, housing the weather and saturated with stars. Ahh nature, never shall we master your wonders.

Be Here Now

Everyone lives in the past. Some more than others, but everyone does it. Everyone automatically relates present experiences to past ones, and new memories always trigger old ones. Once those memories are set free, for the rest of the time you're stuck basking in the hapiness of the old memory, or focusing on the hurt. And that stinks, because then it feels like you can't get over the past and then there's more frustration and, before you know it, the moment for making new memories is wasted. I think people are so preoccupied with the past because it's safe. There's no risk in the past, it already happened. It can't affect you any more, and you can talk and complain about it all you want. It's comfortable, almost satisfying, to focus on a past experience's emotion, such as anger, love, or sadness. Maybe it's your mind protecting you from creating more hurtful memories. Maybe we're just scared of what the present will bring. "Living in the moment" often has a slightly hedonistic association with it, but you can live in the moment while still being mindful of what you do. It's hard staying in the present, but I think more people should try it.

Idle Minds

It seems that today, we are afraid of silence. We are incapable at doing one thing at a time, or doing nothing at all. Even now I'm listening music, typing this line, and thinking about the next one, and thinking about me thinking about the next line and judging how you'll read this, all at the same time. There's always an earbud, a text message, a notification, or a TV show dividing our attention. I once read an article that said these distractions and our habit of multitasking has altered our brains to the point where it is physically harder to give one thing our undivided attention. I completely believe this, coming from the girl who once gave herself a headache trying to meditate. Maybe we can't become idle because we're afraid of what we'll hear. Perhaps the world is forcing views upon us that are so skewed and unnatural that, when we do hear our natural thoughts, they seem too wrong to tolerate. What would happen if we all tried to just BE for twenty minutes? Last time I did that, I came to a substantial religious realization, no joke. That's why after I post this I'm laying down on the floor, looking up to the ceiling and going where it takes me. I'm serious, that's what I'm going to do, and you should join me. Come on, let's ditch this world and start dreaming with our eyes open.