above him the skies were cloudy and gray

behind him was a past he wanted to leave behind

before him he fears what he may become

He is falling and his strength is failing

Where is the end amidst all of the pain?

The road he walks on crumbles below his feet and his wings are tattered and torn. How can this angel go on? It is getting harder to fly and he is losing sight of his destination. He looks down and has nothing to support him, he looks up and all he sees is cloudy skies, behind him is a past that is to be left behind and he is afraid of finding out what lies before him. This fear takes control, until he sees a hand… reach from the sky and pull him up. His hope is prevailing.

Ever looked back on something that you didn’t do? You remember the moment when you were sitting there, contemplating whether or not to take that risk?  You only looked at the cons, over analyzed the situation and then realized that you didn’t want to know what the consequences of that risk might be,  and you would rather sit on first base then go steal second. That risk, that decision… could of changed you’re life forever. But you will never know, because you wanted to sit in that corner. Life is about taking risks, about doing things that aren’t the “norm”. In 50 years from now you want to look back and not regret saying that two letter word “No” and instead look back and realize you didn’t miss a thing because you gave everything a chance. You crossed all of the rickety bridges in your life… you might of been holding on for dear life while doing so.. but you did it and made it across without looking back. What really counts while you are lying there in your older age and the light is drawing near? Is it the money in your account? The size of your house? or the value of your car? Does it matter how the world looked at your life or instead… how you look at your life? Is it more important what other people thought of you than your own happiness? One must realize that we are only on this earth for such a short period of time, and for a reason, a purpose. The purpose is all the same, to be happy, content and to be successful. Success is not measured by owning 8 houses or being married to someone who simply cares about how much green paper they get to spend or even the size of your office. But being successful is to make the best decisions for yourself and others. To live free and be free with your mind and thoughts. But how many people do you think could say that about themselves? I’m sure not many. If graves could speak, I’m sure each of them would have a regret, each one of them would tell of a story where they stood there watching that baseball roll past first  base…. knowing they could of easily taken second.. but didn’t do it in fear. Just don’t be that person. What’s the point? Where does it get you?  This nation was built by men who took risks – pioneers who were not afraid of the wilderness, business men who were not afraid of failure, scientists who were not afraid of the truth, thinkers who were not afraid of progress, dreamers who were not afraid of action.  ~Brooks Atkinson.
Random I know. I guess lately I have been taking more risks. Not that I wasn’t always the risk taker to begin with. But the risks that I have been taking lately have been bigger and quite new to me. It’s not like trying to launch my bike off of some 2×4′s and some big paint buckets. No, instead I am letting unconscious part of me make the decisions, ignoring the parts that say no. Breaking the norm, putting down my walls, and letting go. Doing the things I deep down figured out I wanted to do:) Do I regret it, well I don’t regret anything and i don’t see myself ever regretting this decision. It seems like a good risk to take.

everything was dark, when all she tried to do was see the light

the clouds were dark and ominous when she needed to see the sun

She tried to find her strength amongst her weakness

The thunder clapped and the lightning soared through the sky

She wondered why her

How could a world be so harsh on a little girl?

Every time she shed a tear

this world was so full of hate when all she wanted was to be loved

Where was the warmth when she was cold?

Where was the light when it was dark?

So… if you are wondering(which I personally do not think you are) why I haven’t typed in this blog much recently, its mostly because of being to busy and tired to be able to stick legit sentences together. Heck, I am typing this at 4:49 in the morning, so I still won’t be able to stick legit sentences together!

If I could use a few words to describe my life right now I would have to say that happy, busy, fluttery and content could be some words. I really can’t complain about much. Sure, there are the materialistic things such as my car that might not be up to par, but its getting me from A to B( A- being work, B -being home and visa versa) and I might be putting insane amounts of hours in… BUT I am happy. I am settled, I am content and I am where I need to be at this point in my life.

Gosh, I am rather boring this early morning. I think my brain just decided to hit the shut down button because I had a ton of stuff to jot down and all of it seems to be on lock down atm. Hmmm, perhaps tomorrow!

Boy thats hard to do right now. But it is what it is.

The words are hard to find right now to right how I truly feel or even to be creative. The only way I can describe life is a small planet getting hammered by meteors while it slowly breaks apart. Seems as though there is a huge gravitational pull that just wont go away causing all of these flaming rocks of fury to beat up this small innocent planet. Sigh. That’s all I have right now. I need to post more cheerier things.

The world has evolved, and the way we interact has changed. In the past, one would meet someone through other friends, at a bar, bumping into them at a park, or perhaps some other face to face confrontation and would proceed to follow the dating process. In some cases one party would say it was love at first sight or, in other cases, they would get to know one another and fall in love over the course of the following months/years. In today’s day and age, however, the way you meet people has changed. The aspect of the face to face confrontation hasn’t changed because there is a constant whirl of human contact on a daily basis, but now thanks to technology we have another medium of interaction, the Internet.

So the question arises, Can there be love at first type? Is it humanly possible to fall in love over the internet with someone that you have had no face to face interaction with, simply by interacting online and getting to know one another’s personality via an untouchable, unseeable source. The risk of someone creating a false persona is much greater when done via the internet. It allows one to create someone they want to be rather than who they truly are, because they know the other party doesn’t actually know them. With face to face interaction, creating false persona’s is much more difficult because you are surrounded by people who know you, unless you have created a false world for other people, but then you are simply living a lie and nobody truly knows who you are, including you.