Written: August 21, 2010
I want to be known for what I've done, in a progressive way pushing something or someone to a place of positivity. I will never be known in history books, nor will I ever have a movie produced about my life. I will never have poems, or blogs written about me, and my name will never become an expression. My face will not be recognized by people I have not met, and you will never see my signature on memorabilia.
The mark I leave on this world many years from now.. will be known by myself, and the individuals I have been fortunate enough to cross paths with throughout my life. My carbon footprint will be a size three at best, but my personal footprint will never be measured. I hope to impact everyone I meet, whether it is helping them or just leaving them with a simple smile.
I have always been one to believe that a mans story, will be measured by his fathers love.. and the love he receives from his children. A real man doesn't build epic bridges to the endless, he doesn't break records, nor does solves the impossible. A real man is a teacher to his children, a rock to lean on, and a protector from anything harmful that would touch his family.
Someday I hope to be half the man that my father is. I will never expect him to solve infinity, nor will I expect him to give me the answers.. but I know that he is the one person I can count on in this world, the one incredible human being that provides unconditional love.. and someday in the distant future, I will pass it on to my children.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Fear
Written: August 21, 2010
What is fear? Is it the expression of being inflicted with terror, or is it just a dream gone wrong..
The versatility of fear is endless.. forever subjecting our lives to restraint. We will never be free to roam limitless, with our phobias expanding through everyday life. Whether it be a fear of people, places, things, feelings... fear is the root of our invisible shackles.
Walking through this world, we encounter instances that will define who we are as individuals. Adult or child, coward or hero.. Whether its a simple act of helping someone in need or stopping a disaster, fear must be thrown to the wolves. There is no room in this world to hide, no room for us to run away.
With the possibility of our world changing everyday, terrorism taking from families, economic disaster ruining countries, our ability to step up instead of falling back will define who we are. The only thing stopping us is our own ambition, slowed by our own fear. What is there to truly be afraid of.. Creatures? The organisms that have lived by our side for thousands of years, no. The dark? Possibly the most majestic things we have, providing the ability for us to see stars, and conceal emotions. We wouldn't feel as if we turned out the lights if we hadn't corrupted ourselves with artificial lighting in the first place. Love? It will happen regardless of our fear, our fear just makes it harder.
What is fear? I feel that we are fear. Running away, hiding from the problems that will be seen for years after our time. Our mark we left on this world for our sons and daughters, that is what our vivid nightmares should be about, because everything else is obsolete compared to our legacy.
What is fear? Is it the expression of being inflicted with terror, or is it just a dream gone wrong..
The versatility of fear is endless.. forever subjecting our lives to restraint. We will never be free to roam limitless, with our phobias expanding through everyday life. Whether it be a fear of people, places, things, feelings... fear is the root of our invisible shackles.
Walking through this world, we encounter instances that will define who we are as individuals. Adult or child, coward or hero.. Whether its a simple act of helping someone in need or stopping a disaster, fear must be thrown to the wolves. There is no room in this world to hide, no room for us to run away.
With the possibility of our world changing everyday, terrorism taking from families, economic disaster ruining countries, our ability to step up instead of falling back will define who we are. The only thing stopping us is our own ambition, slowed by our own fear. What is there to truly be afraid of.. Creatures? The organisms that have lived by our side for thousands of years, no. The dark? Possibly the most majestic things we have, providing the ability for us to see stars, and conceal emotions. We wouldn't feel as if we turned out the lights if we hadn't corrupted ourselves with artificial lighting in the first place. Love? It will happen regardless of our fear, our fear just makes it harder.
What is fear? I feel that we are fear. Running away, hiding from the problems that will be seen for years after our time. Our mark we left on this world for our sons and daughters, that is what our vivid nightmares should be about, because everything else is obsolete compared to our legacy.
Star Bound
Written: August 8th, 2010
Limitless. Gazing up and seeing forever, visualizing the incessant possibilities of the sky above.
Lying on your back the ground as your support, reaching as far as conceivable but never achieving your goal. Closing your eyes envisioning the ground below you as a cloud, bringing you closer and closer to the sky above.. reaching up.. defeat. The sky is told to be the limit, yet the sky is limitless. We are the limit..life is the limit.
Touching stars is easier to conquer then daily trials the world has been doomed with. We will capture a star inside a mason jar before we solves the mysteries of war, religion, and love. Just keep reaching.. Like a adolescent in the kitchen, reach long enough and you'll achieve your goal. Stop reaching though, and you'll have to settle for inferior status on the floor.
Limitless. Gazing up and seeing forever, visualizing the incessant possibilities of the sky above.
Lying on your back the ground as your support, reaching as far as conceivable but never achieving your goal. Closing your eyes envisioning the ground below you as a cloud, bringing you closer and closer to the sky above.. reaching up.. defeat. The sky is told to be the limit, yet the sky is limitless. We are the limit..life is the limit.
Touching stars is easier to conquer then daily trials the world has been doomed with. We will capture a star inside a mason jar before we solves the mysteries of war, religion, and love. Just keep reaching.. Like a adolescent in the kitchen, reach long enough and you'll achieve your goal. Stop reaching though, and you'll have to settle for inferior status on the floor.
Masquerade
Written: March 23rd, 2010
Continually hiding behind shades of ourselves. We are untested, unproven as individuals, instead only established as conformed shells constructed as a blueprint of proper disposition.
Constantly required to bare our mask, strapped firmly upon our face in fear of letting our soul escape our eyes. Individuality is but a lost ruin, with any indication being worn from the time it's been concealed. Time progresses, and actuality turns to probability, probability to possibility, and possibility to complete and utter absence of personal characteristics.
The mask we are given is portrayed in layers, each one with it's own apocryphal statements. Who is really underneath this deceptive cloak? Playing your part in this carnival, this endless Mardi Gras, you lose what forms the creature underneath it all.
In this life, in these days, we have to make a choice, through our own volition, to let life melt our layers one at a time, slowly pushing us towards or inevitable end; Or, to rush the process and be who we are now. Why conform to what is expected, when happiness will truly come through unconformity.
Continually hiding behind shades of ourselves. We are untested, unproven as individuals, instead only established as conformed shells constructed as a blueprint of proper disposition.
Constantly required to bare our mask, strapped firmly upon our face in fear of letting our soul escape our eyes. Individuality is but a lost ruin, with any indication being worn from the time it's been concealed. Time progresses, and actuality turns to probability, probability to possibility, and possibility to complete and utter absence of personal characteristics.
The mask we are given is portrayed in layers, each one with it's own apocryphal statements. Who is really underneath this deceptive cloak? Playing your part in this carnival, this endless Mardi Gras, you lose what forms the creature underneath it all.
In this life, in these days, we have to make a choice, through our own volition, to let life melt our layers one at a time, slowly pushing us towards or inevitable end; Or, to rush the process and be who we are now. Why conform to what is expected, when happiness will truly come through unconformity.
Quick Sand
Written: February 8th, 2010
I am an imaginative soul, unaware of the necessity to distinguish what's real, whether substantive or conceptualized. Intimidated by intermediate notions of forever, lost beyond life's telltale circumstances that require the fallen to endure unavoidable repercussions. Personally I am indecisive and spontaneous; Yet, moved by outlining and order.
Destined to be a romantic in an tragic world makes it necessary to acknowledge uselessness for such obsolete characteristics. I greet, the world dismisses, proving to me that there is little hope for soft hearts, and even less for soft tongues. Requiring dauntless heroins, loaded with led and power.
The time of the dilettante is over. Where does that leave me? To struggle harder in quicksand, a rope? No. If I can survive though, a status of nonpareil will be bestowed.
I am an imaginative soul, unaware of the necessity to distinguish what's real, whether substantive or conceptualized. Intimidated by intermediate notions of forever, lost beyond life's telltale circumstances that require the fallen to endure unavoidable repercussions. Personally I am indecisive and spontaneous; Yet, moved by outlining and order.
Destined to be a romantic in an tragic world makes it necessary to acknowledge uselessness for such obsolete characteristics. I greet, the world dismisses, proving to me that there is little hope for soft hearts, and even less for soft tongues. Requiring dauntless heroins, loaded with led and power.
The time of the dilettante is over. Where does that leave me? To struggle harder in quicksand, a rope? No. If I can survive though, a status of nonpareil will be bestowed.
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