Quotastic

Some beautiful quotes I have run across lately:

“People who believe in fear build walls; people who believe in freedom build bridges.” J. Blanton Belk
“Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen, keep in the sunlight.” Benjamin Franklin
“How many cares one loses when one decides not to be something, but to be someone.” Coco Chanel

Just thought I should share.

Flat Line.

Clear! Muscles convulse. She’s not coming back. Flat line. Flat line. Flat line.

Come back. It’s time to come back. This isn’t a game anymore, this is life. No, you cannot just pretend it doesn’t exist. Come on. Wake up. CLEAR! Twisting. Flat line.

Are you paralyzed? From your fear? What a joke. Do you seriously think that you are the only one dealing with that? What do you even fear? Just forget this. Forget this all and move.

CLEAR! There’s a day happening. There is joy to be had and love to be captured. CLEAR! There’s nothing to fear or regret. You’ll regret this moment more than anything else that may come. CLEAR! …

Welcome back.

Further

Before I go any further, I fell in love with you. If you are reading this, I hope you are, I do love you. I cringe at the thought of you being with someone else. My stomach turns, my head pounds, I cannot focus on anything. Be with me. Talk to me. Let’s go places. Hold my hand. Kiss me on the cheek. Dance with me under the stars. Sing with me. Play music with me. I regret with my whole body what is happening. I love you; I’m so in love with you.

Alright, now that it has been said, I can go further.

Seriously.

You’ve got to focus. You’ve got to pull your head out of the freaking clouds. “We must be the change we wish to see in the world.” You are so right Mr. Gandhi. So I want to change something. Why then, why the hell do I wait?

Enough. Enough of this. You decide your life. Your emotions. Your choices. Your actions. I choose to no longer feel like this. I decide to no longer think like this. I wish I could just pull my head off of my shoulders. Separate my mind from my heart. They mix themselves together within me. I can no longer distinguish a rationale thought from an emotional mess.

You see these fears? Do you see them? You are lurking in them. Wading waist-deep within them and letting yourself sink deeper. This is not a life you want to live. No. Forget those fears, doubts, hates, weaknesses, hurts. There is nothing you can change. Just be what you ought to be. Expect to be loved and hated for that. Embrace those that love you, in your purest form, they are the ones that should matter most in your life. Start wading out of that pool. Get out and move. Get back to shore. Shore…a foundation underneath you. Standing on something that is real and worthwhile. A place to stand, fearless, unapologetic. That’s the way it should be.

You see these dreams? Do you see them? The actions you are taking now are killing them. The things you are focusing on now are far, so very far, from them. Forget this. Forget it all. And please, get back to what’s important. Get back to something a tad more significant. Get back to what you know is real.

Get back to being the change you want to see in the world.

Inspiration

My inspiration?
A thunderstorm bringing relief from the heat.
A smile on a long time downcast face.
A quote from a person much wiser than myself.
A song to dance to.
A friend to hold your hand.
A place to call home.
A mind being opened because of knowledge.
A dream becoming reality.
A heart being warmed because it is loved.
A laugh bursting with joy.
A beautiful day with clouds in a blue sky.
You. You are my inspiration.

Numbered

There is a number that hangs over my head. It weighs me down and keeps me from floating. I obsess about this number. This number means many things and everything to me. Heavy, heavy, heavy. I cannot carry this number anymore.

I started this number. I was the one that decided to give it power over me. I compare this number with other’s numbers, gage my worth based on it. I’m afraid that my number is not looking too good.

I hide this number like a scar. Ashamed because I know what it means. I hate this number. Loathe it with all my heart and soul. I can’t seem to get away from it. It lurks over me, a shadow ever present in my life, distorting my view. I’m afraid of it.

My worst fear: is it my identity?

Talk is Cheap

Please listen to this while reading (I think you may enjoy :) )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwwSfP3pCps

Actions are always louder than any word you could scream in my ear. If words are streams then actions are oceans.

You…do not know the power your actions have on me. You have no idea, no clue. You don’t care about me, you never did.

It is a glance, a smile, a nod, a hug, a thought. I feel like I could die for you.

It is a sneer, a scowl, a blatant hurt, a forgotten response. I feel like you are killing me.

You may say that I am a dreamer, but I am not the only one. I hope one day you may be able to imagine this world full of peace. I hope one day you may be able to imagine doing something to help this world. I hope one day you may be able to imagine being loved beyond anything you have ever known. I hope for you. Now… it’s my turn to go. I have to go now. Goodbye.

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” –Lao Tzu

Movement

We are moving. Here we go. We are moving. Don’t look back. Moving forward or back, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we are moving and here we go.

Did you know that you can text God? I tried to today and the message sent. I asked him to be with me as I move. Funny, he never responded. How very unlike God…

Did you know that they had to replace the soil under the Leaning Tower of Pisa? Mhm, crazy I know. They started the project in 1990 and finished it in 2001. I’ve never been able to stick with anything for more than a couple years, tops. What can make a person more persistent than another? I’ve always wanted to take a picture next to the Leaning Tower and look like I was holding it up.

Did you know that I wake up every night at 2:22 am exactly? I also seem to glance at the clock at 2:22 pm everyday. Every time. It’s starting to weird me out. Oh and from time to time, more frequently now, I look at the clock at 8:48. It reminds me of 1848. I wish I could have lived during that time.

Did you know it’s the end of the world?

I see a long path ahead of me. My knees falter and I collapse under the weight of knowing that I have to travel to get there. I don’t know what will be on this path. I could try to predict and have expectations, but I know for a fact that they will be broken. If there is anything that I finally learned is to shut my mouth and not get my hopes up. On my knees, I see the most glorious clouds.

We are moving. Somewhere. Somehow our feet are able to put themselves in front of each other and go. We are moving. Did you leave anything behind? Wait! I think I did…