The Lord is my number one, and I owe everything I have ever accomplished in this life and everything I am, to Him. I've lost my way again and again and He has always been faithful.
I really do believe that all of the best things in life are free, they're in feelings, your beliefs, in the things you do for other people, in the little moments you share with people that you think you might never remember, only to find yourself thinking of them years down the road and smiling, ..and in yourself. I try to live my life in the mindset that I know that tomorrow is promised to no one. I realize that all we have is right here and right now. There aren't enough hours in the day or months in the year to put things off until tomorrow, because before you know it, tomorrow has become today.
I think there's a lot to know about me, as there is with anyone I'm sure. You won't learn everything in a few days or weeks, but you'll know as much about me as you want to. I really have a heart for people, helping them, getting to know them, trying to make a difference in its smallest measurement. I don't have my life all figured out yet, and I think i just might like it that way... whatever it's going to be, it will be great because I am optimistic and I believe in the greater good.
If you can't tell, it seems like my thoughts are never transient and fleeting; they tend to stick around and spiral deeper into where ever life takes me.
I think that obsession, infatuation and love are so intertwined, at times it's difficult to decipher which is which. They're so closely related, I often wonder where some hearts fall. Maybe love is experienced in the heart, and obsession and infatuation in the mind... I want to hold out for love. When I feel myself falling and I don't know whether to embrace it or to reach out frantically for anything that will stop my fall. I think infatuation is mistaken for love many times. I know where my heart is though. . . it's lost in memories of better days (old memories and ones that I haven't made yet)... that's where I am. These memories are like the reflection in a mirror. An illusion plain as day you can see, but never touch or feel its reality of life, intangible. My best memories are to come. Today I feel weak. The jaded shell in which my emotions are concealed most days was shattered last night leaving me naked and exposed. Tomorrow the pieces will have been renewed by tonight's dreams and the realization they are just that. Hope is not the enemy. Hope is infinite, a miracle that gets you from one day to the next. The mind can only take in and hold on to so much, the things we remember are the things that meant something to us. I think that's why people want to be remembered and not forgotten... to know that they meant something to someone, meant enough for them to hold onto them out of all the things that could have been stored in that place in their minds, they chose them.
...Remember me...
I really do believe that all of the best things in life are free, they're in feelings, your beliefs, in the things you do for other people, in the little moments you share with people that you think you might never remember, only to find yourself thinking of them years down the road and smiling, ..and in yourself. I try to live my life in the mindset that I know that tomorrow is promised to no one. I realize that all we have is right here and right now. There aren't enough hours in the day or months in the year to put things off until tomorrow, because before you know it, tomorrow has become today.
I think there's a lot to know about me, as there is with anyone I'm sure. You won't learn everything in a few days or weeks, but you'll know as much about me as you want to. I really have a heart for people, helping them, getting to know them, trying to make a difference in its smallest measurement. I don't have my life all figured out yet, and I think i just might like it that way... whatever it's going to be, it will be great because I am optimistic and I believe in the greater good.
If you can't tell, it seems like my thoughts are never transient and fleeting; they tend to stick around and spiral deeper into where ever life takes me.
I think that obsession, infatuation and love are so intertwined, at times it's difficult to decipher which is which. They're so closely related, I often wonder where some hearts fall. Maybe love is experienced in the heart, and obsession and infatuation in the mind... I want to hold out for love. When I feel myself falling and I don't know whether to embrace it or to reach out frantically for anything that will stop my fall. I think infatuation is mistaken for love many times. I know where my heart is though. . . it's lost in memories of better days (old memories and ones that I haven't made yet)... that's where I am. These memories are like the reflection in a mirror. An illusion plain as day you can see, but never touch or feel its reality of life, intangible. My best memories are to come. Today I feel weak. The jaded shell in which my emotions are concealed most days was shattered last night leaving me naked and exposed. Tomorrow the pieces will have been renewed by tonight's dreams and the realization they are just that. Hope is not the enemy. Hope is infinite, a miracle that gets you from one day to the next. The mind can only take in and hold on to so much, the things we remember are the things that meant something to us. I think that's why people want to be remembered and not forgotten... to know that they meant something to someone, meant enough for them to hold onto them out of all the things that could have been stored in that place in their minds, they chose them.
...Remember me...
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