Posting. typing. looking. hearing. seeing. smelling. trying. impossible. swallowing. frustrating. thinking. nothing. wondering. exciting. breathing. wiping. crunching. munching. punching. lunging. amazing. pacing. waiting. anticipating. goodbying. sitting. steering. driving. walking. travelling. home.
breaking. holidaying. making. baking. loving. smiling. laughing. FUN.
the journey home.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Almost There
Two more finals stand in the way of the end of the semester. Cleaning, packing, smiling, crying, hugging, laughing, farewelling stand in the way of me leaving, driving, arriving home.
I stand amazed at how time flies. I know it does. I've been told numerous times throughout my childhood that time flies. People tell us to take advantage of the opportunities we have because if we hesitate they will be long gone. How is it that we live in this world where we constantly remind each other of every second we lose and live in every moment with regret? We live like there is no tomorrow. It makes sense on one hand because we have short lives. It's just weird that the places and events that consume us day-to-day seem like they never end. But now, here I am again, and its the end of another span of time. Looking back at the semester I realize how much I missed.
The holidays are fast approaching, even here now. Every single year the holidays make us rethink the time past and missed as it should. And still we never learn. How ironic. I could slap humanity sometimes. I could slap myself. Learn. Freakin Learn. Absorb something. Do something. Believe in something. Live it out. Just. Freakin. Do. It. What else is there? What else do you have to be doing? What matters? Life matters. Family matters. Friends matter. God matters. Live. Live. Just live. Are you listening? Just live.
We are constantly almost there. Life could end. Right now. We are constantly on the edge. On the edge of "almost there." Live life right.
Just do it.
I stand amazed at how time flies. I know it does. I've been told numerous times throughout my childhood that time flies. People tell us to take advantage of the opportunities we have because if we hesitate they will be long gone. How is it that we live in this world where we constantly remind each other of every second we lose and live in every moment with regret? We live like there is no tomorrow. It makes sense on one hand because we have short lives. It's just weird that the places and events that consume us day-to-day seem like they never end. But now, here I am again, and its the end of another span of time. Looking back at the semester I realize how much I missed.
The holidays are fast approaching, even here now. Every single year the holidays make us rethink the time past and missed as it should. And still we never learn. How ironic. I could slap humanity sometimes. I could slap myself. Learn. Freakin Learn. Absorb something. Do something. Believe in something. Live it out. Just. Freakin. Do. It. What else is there? What else do you have to be doing? What matters? Life matters. Family matters. Friends matter. God matters. Live. Live. Just live. Are you listening? Just live.
We are constantly almost there. Life could end. Right now. We are constantly on the edge. On the edge of "almost there." Live life right.
Just do it.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Back to December
The Full Cold Moon; or the Full Long Nights Moon – December During this month the winter cold fastens its grip, and nights are at their longest and darkest. It is also sometimes called the Moon before Yule. The term Long Night Moon is a doubly appropriate name because the midwinter night is indeed long, and because the Moon is above the horizon for a long time. The midwinter full Moon has a high trajectory across the sky because it is opposite a low Sun.
I'm so glad you made time to see me.
How's life? Tell me how's your family.
I haven't seen them in a while.
You've been good, busier than ever,
We small talk, work and the weather,
Your guard is up and I know why.
Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind.
You gave me roses and I left them there to die.
So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night,"
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you.
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December all the time.
These days I haven't been sleeping,
Staying up, playing back myself leavin'.
When your birthday passed and I didn't call.
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times,
I watched you laughing from the passenger side.
Realized that I loved you in the fall.
And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was "Goodbye".
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night."
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time.
I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile,
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night --
The first time you ever saw me cry.
Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming,
But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right.
I'd go back in time and change it but I can't.
So if the chain is on your door I understand.
But this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night."
And I go back to December...
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing I'd realize what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time.
All the time.
December is the 12th and last month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian Calendars and one of seven months with the length of 31 days. December starts on the same day as September every year and ends on the same day as April every year.
http://decemberists.com/
I'm so glad you made time to see me.
How's life? Tell me how's your family.
I haven't seen them in a while.
You've been good, busier than ever,
We small talk, work and the weather,
Your guard is up and I know why.
Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind.
You gave me roses and I left them there to die.
So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night,"
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you.
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December all the time.
These days I haven't been sleeping,
Staying up, playing back myself leavin'.
When your birthday passed and I didn't call.
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times,
I watched you laughing from the passenger side.
Realized that I loved you in the fall.
And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was "Goodbye".
So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night."
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time.
I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile,
So good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night --
The first time you ever saw me cry.
Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming,
But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right.
I'd go back in time and change it but I can't.
So if the chain is on your door I understand.
But this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night."
And I go back to December...
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing I'd realize what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time.
All the time.
December is the 12th and last month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian Calendars and one of seven months with the length of 31 days. December starts on the same day as September every year and ends on the same day as April every year.
http://decemberists.com/
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