One day you wake up and your youth is gone.
And maybe you wish you did things differently or that you had more.
The wise part of you knows that it all happened according to plan, whether or not it’s what you wished for. It may not be good enough sometimes but it’s yours.
And there is so much good but you want so much more.
And although you know it’s not true, there are so many lonely days.
And there are times you believe and moments that you don’t.
And it’s hard not to feel scared when the world is spinning so fast.
The only ones for me are the mad ones. Full to the brim with passion and drive. I don’t wish to know those who have it all figured out. Because, as for me, I don’t. And maybe I never will. Also, maybe I never want to. What I wish is to roam freely, alter my path accordingly, modify my dreams as needed. I plan to always be free, drifting in the wind.
Maybe I’ll land someday. Maybe I won’t.
Floating just feels good.
Just as is my theme for this space that I share with you all, so is life. Ups and downs. If I’ve learned anything at all, the most important is to focus on the good even if everything else is on the rocks. And that it certainly is.
Several of my photos were published in my college literary magazine. It keeps me strong to know one area of my life is currently changing me for the better and advancing me towards something more. Education and personal expression are the two things holding me together.
Never giving in. Never giving up.
There’s a trick to the ‘graceful exit.’ It begins with the vision to recognize when a job, a life stage, or a relationship is over — and let it go. It means leaving what’s over without denying its validity or its past importance to our lives. It involves a sense of future, a belief that every exit line is an entry, that we are moving up, rather than out.
sNice Vegetarian Cafe
May 2011-April 2014
My favorite job
My favorite restaurant
My best friends
The real me
You wish for the sun
But run at the first sign of light
You live in the rain
Maybe it hides the pain
You insist it’s what’s best
But the grey takes over your days
If what you say is what should be
Why are your dreams such a haze
You’ve felt what it’s like to fly
Yet cannot use your wings
And if life is simply just passing you by
Will you listen to the song that your heart sings