Saturday, March 20, 2010

New Beginnings

Spring is nearing, and the past two quarters have been the best and worst. I need to focus. Maybe I'll take some early morning runs with my Sammy.

He LOVES to run.

Here's for a new beginning.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Rayando el Sol

I’d forgotten how the sun’s shimmering silhouette can bring me joy. It casts a scintillating shadow over my day. If only the walls of the library had little crevices so the warmth could come in, I would stay in the library indefinitely. Well, maybe just a little bit longer. Too many times, I can be a downer when I am at home, so earlier when I sat on a sunny chair at school, I didn’t want to leave. I felt like jumping, running for joy. Basking in the sun was a perfect. I felt happy. My life is what I make it, I often forget, so I should stop thinking of what could have been, but focus on what can be and what I do have. Ergh sorry didn’t meant to make this cliché/sappy but you know what I mean, right? I’ve wasted so much time regretting what I didn’t do, it makes me a little sad. Today, the sun reminded me of how beautiful life is, if we only take the time to view the beauty around us and the people that surround us.

Of course, sitting in the sun while Death Cab plays in the background is just that much better. Listening to their lyrics makes me reminisce of previous years, how I faced the struggles of life with a stern face and steady grip. Their lyrics can be somber at times, but they have an inexplicable ability brighten my day. It is a weird paradox; Death Cab does not talk about death, really, at all. Instead, they reveal to me life’s beautiful struggles. It’s like lying in the middle of a meadow cloud gazing, and noticing that the clouds race against one another. I didn’t notice that ever happened (that the clouds moved so fast). I never took the time to pause and enjoy them, until I went to study abroad. Weird. I know.

So before you go into a frenzy, take some time to lie in meadow, bask in the sun, and notice the clouds. It truly is beautiful.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Epic Fail

Why am I my biggest enemy sometimes?

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Bus Stops


I'm sitting here and in times of loneliness, I think I would go to bus stops. In my high school years I would ride the bus from Ontario to Montclair, to Upland, and even to Pomona. When I was feeling down, I always managed to find interesting people, who just like me, were trying to get to their next destination. The difference: they had a much more optimistic outlook on life. I always remember particular people, like the homeless man from Arizona - who was half Indian - a grandmother from my hometown, and a girl from Pomona. They're (correction. I meant 'their.'This is what happens when I write at midnight or later) names are a blur, but their faces and their words stay with me.

Sometimes, strangers can encourage me more than they will ever know. It's weird how at times they can see through you as one is simply walking along the street or waiting for a bus - albeit it doesn't happen all the time. Their words of encouragement always managed to give me hope on a gloomy day. When i used to walk home from school I would always change my route, but I was always bound to run into a friendly smile. I think I like strangers, at least most of them, mostly due to their willingness to help or give out advice or a genuine smile without wanting anything in return. Without asking for help, there are a select few who just know - you know? - that you need encouragement sometimes or just someone to listen to you. They don't contemplate whether you deserve it, whether they know you, whether their beliefs align with yours, they just offer what they have.

I think one of these days I will ride the bus again, or the metrolink, and perhaps I can offer a stranger in need what I many times received, even if it's just a friendly smile.