Life

Like any other human being, I often wonder the meaning of it all. Today my family and I took a walk down our familiar city streets. Whether it was the biting cold, or the past leaving my body as we marched on, I began to reflect on my life so far. I'm not the old, I'm honestly just beginning to get the hang of things, finding where I fit in and all that jazz. But in my time, the years have blended together. Something that happened years ago seems like it happened many months past, not years. I can vividly recall my toddler years, riding my tricycle around the condominium complex, bothering the guests as I rode around my kingdom. But here I am today feeling it just happened when it was so long ago. And then I think of my parents, how they were once my age and how it must be to them to see me growing up as they do. I wonder if they think of the years past. The days before they met each other, when they were children. When I mentioned my thoughts, they admitted to thinking the same things. The same wonderment of what it all meant, especially as we watched a proud grandma pick up her young grandchild. We all believe in reincarnation. The idea that we are souls and they outlive these bodies. Maybe immortality is real? But what they told me, made me cry. The told me of a promise they had made to each other, that in their next lives, they would find each other, and would be together, in their own epic love. And when it comes down to it, love trumps all, and maybe that's what it all stands for.

When it snows....

Soft air brings the first flakes falling. Gently they skim down miniscule air waves to rest upon the cold unforgiving ground. With it comes the promise of cold, blushed cheeks and the odd sense of warmth as you bury deeper inside yourself and blankets.

Dogs

Dogs are pets, animals, even rude names for people we may not particularly care for. But what are dogs truly? To me, a dog is a creature that needs and wants love. Underneath the teeth and rotted hot breath is thirst for touch and love only good companionship can bring. They really are frail weak creatures, trying to survive in this treacherous world with people whom may or may not like them. Dogs are odd and weird and are strangely human at times. These little creatures we allow into our lives are dependant on us for survival, love and caring. We need to love these little weird things and be there for them, because they are always there for us, no matter what.

Expression

Sometimes, you cannot express or convey how you feel. You cannot show in a festive tear filled, rage rattled display, what is eating at your soul. All you can do is be still. Be with yourself, in your own mind, with your own familiar thoughts to muse upon and work through the troubles. Its hard to not want to show your feelings, and your not souless if you dont cry, not odd if you dont have anger, and are not unfeeling if you dont laugh. Perhaps the feeling has consumed you so utterly and so fully, that nothing on earth could express the feeling and so you sit, ponder, and find comfort in your mind, where it is guns ablaze alive and real to you.

Why, Hello

Hello friends and hello to those who have stumbled upon, this little blog. I thought I would start this, obviously to give voice to thoughts, as most annoying bloggers do. I have grasped the understanding that not many will follow, because this is not tumblr, but who cares, dedication can happen any where, and maybe I'm being a "hipster." But not in reality, I honestly hate that phrase, when did being different, or too different, become that people are trying to hard. Now those poor souls who are truely themselves, are being hindered in life. Oh well, I'm rambling. Well I hope you stick around and hear things you like, if not, roam until you settle and keep your life open, as the cliches put it!