An excerpt from the book On The Road by Jack Kerouac:
"But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"
11.20.2011
11.18.2011
Changing Seasons.
The fiery reds and oranges engulf the brown tower.
Leaves drifting down like ash.
Pictures of the past are scattered on the ground.
The flames burning everything down.
The past is only a memory now.
The white dust falls silently,
Hiding the ashes of what once was.
Pushing us on to live in the future.
But death resides all around us.
The cold air of the freezer tries to preserve life, but it’s impossible.
The smell of death lingers in the air, on our clothes, in our nostrils.
We cling to the hope of life, but it’s fading quickly.
Soon there will be nothing.
Nothing but white walls to trap the insanity that possesses us all.
We will forget what it truly meant to leave.
We will no longer remember what the sun on our faces and the rain in our hair felt like.
The sensation of our fingers intertwined together will no longer be experienced.
We will forget what it feels like to have our hearts beating quicker than they should with every new touch.
All we know are cold, hard walls.
We will rock ourselves asleep at night,
Hoping in the morning that this nightmare will be over.
But we wake up lying in a pool of our own tears,
Knowing that they will dry and the cycle will continue day after day.
We will never wake up, because the fact of the matter is:
We were never sleeping, just existing.
Is this too much to ask for?
I think I would be absolutely satisfied with life, if the lyrics to this song described they way we lived together.
11.16.2011
11.14.2011
This made me think of my wonderful momma.
A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m a woman,” she told him.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”
Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?”
God said, “When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.” “You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.”
“Because I’m a woman,” she told him.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”
Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?”
God said, “When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.” “You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.”
This woman has been there for me in the good and the bad. I can honestly say that I don't know where I would be without her. Her strength and courage has shown me that with God all things are possible. She would never admit to it, but her faith is a perfect picture of God's love, dedication, and forgiveness toward the church. I love you momma!
11.13.2011
Homecoming
So, I'm still a little bit behind with what's going on in my life. Who knew so much could happen in such a short amount of time? October 22nd was homecoming weekend and it was a blast. We watched the parade, went to the football game, and then ended the day by going to Corbin's grandparents house. His family is absolutely fantastic! They cooked us hamburgers and then we played games for the rest of the night. It was such a great day and a wonderful breaking from homework and studying. Did I mention how blessed I am to have such incredible friends?
11.11.2011
11.09.2011
Yet Another Quote:
Sorry for all of these quotes, but lately I've just had a picture/quote love. I like the idea of it, and I love making them. So, without further adieu, here is a quote from C.S. Lewis:
11.08.2011
11.06.2011
11.05.2011
The Blessing of Family
11.03.2011
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