Adrift

I watched the poor little log drift down stream; dull in color, bark chipped away, and its little branches broken from its travel... All things capable of being resuscitated until I noticed that the stream turned into rapids. I hoped for the best for this little log. Gazing my surroundings, I wished for a fly fisherman to save the day. I pictured him enveloped in fishing gear, relaxed in serenity with a smile on his face, and swaying the fishing pole back and forth for the perfect release for this poor little log. But this was just my imagination. My path had to endure rapids.

But what many did not know was that this poor little log had perseverance

Late Night Cravings

I have come to realize that my craving for my I-Phone applications i.e. Vine, Instagram, Pinterest, etc have increased, especially during the late hours of the night, the past couple of weeks. I find myself laughing at the most ridiculous clips posted by people I have never met, yet for some reason they know how to make someone's day. It seems as if the need to be on my phone increases during later hours, as if I am going to miss out on 'the late night owl special' because we all know that so many people are posting away at this time of night. To even make my disparity come to light even more, I have been scrounging for my headphones so that I am not tortured by the inability to listen to the Vine clips. Yes, I have once again broke another important part of my phone, the speakers. If it is not the screen or the back glass, the next best thing must be the noise makers.

Thank you technology for the most love-hate relationship a person could ask for.

The Act That Has Been Lost... But Can It Be Found?

Have you ever wondered if there are others out in the world that think the way you do? If experiences you have gone through in life shaped others the way they have shaped you. Your outlook on life changes as the experiences begin to strengthen and lengthen. To live in a world where humanity thought life was a bit more precious than what is thought to be, the reach is too far to grasp. I spoke with someone for hours on end, conversing on the subject of life, tradition, favors.... to do onto others without reciprocation. Finally, someone I can relate to, someone that shares the same thought process as I do. Sanity still lives in the air we breathe. As similarities left both of our mouths, I questioned the sky on the whereabouts of people that share the same outlook. It has taken 22 years to discover one person that stands in the light that I do. Why is this?

He stares at me with eyes that clearly gleam happiness, hope, curiosity... wait, does the curiosity entail me or the subject being presently voiced? As I look down at the lips that take on all curvatures of geometry, they start to speak; "I hope someday my selflessness with others will give them the strength to live life the way I do. They, at times, might not be thankful but I know my acts of kindness will prevail. Not yesterday, not today, but maybe tomorrow". 

If you believe that selflessness shows instability or vulnerability, you are living a life without color. Today, take the time to give a hand to someone with none.