Still Here.

RELAX. 

It's been a while but I am still here. With the end of my final semester meshed with finals, work, and getting ready for my vacation, I haven’t exactly had all the time in the world to be little miss blogger BUT I am back. I haven’t forgotten about you baby birds with your mouths perched wide open, anxiously awaiting any ounce of my wisdom (uh huh).

Travel.

Go wherever you can go as fast as you can go. Visit countries you could never imagine yourself going to, take a bus to Oklahoma for all I care. Walk up the street to the first park you see, sit down and just watch the children playing (if you are a rugged, slightly creepy dude, I highly advise AGAINST that). There is nothing more beautiful than going to a new place and observing the differences between your daily life and that of others.

Step out of your comfort zone.

I love to people watch. I observe note everyone's quirks and mannerisms and factor in body language so I can better comprehend the beauty of human interaction. There is no way that you can fully understand yourself without taking the time to understand different people.

If I have learned anything over the past three weeks it is this: as amusing as people watching is, don’t ever hesitate to cross the imaginary boundaries we build to protect ourselves. TALK to people. Ask them the questions that you are wondering silently to yourself. Find out the truths about their lives. You will be surprised at how eager people are to tell their stories. For a long time I believed that sole reason that people speak is because silence is utterly unbearable. I have now grown to know that people speak because their is nothing more important to us than being understood. Talk to people that you wouldn’t normally talk to. Talk to people that frustrate you. Talk to people that you have been wired to hate. Talk to people to understand them. See them for who the are. Accept them as individuals. Through all of this, you will eventually bump into knowledge that will help you better understand yourself.

It's all easier so long as you remember to breathe.

Ne jamais revenir

Death.

That is my warning- it's gonna be heavy so brace yourselves.

We live our lives unable to overcome the insurmountable fear we have towards death. We live our lives, day to day, as we are told to do. We put on our big boy pants and try to get through all the ups and downs. Weeks tend to go by without us even considering the blunt fact that we can die at any moment, at any place, without a chance to say goodbye.We die as subtle marks on the world, light wounds that don’t scar— superficial cuts that fade within years of our passing. Our names are forgotten, our stories are eventually lost.

I know your looking for it but there is no uplift. Excuse my cynicism but the brutal truth we face is inevitable. We aren’t all going to die as wise old ladies that have soaked up as much life as we can. So do yourself this favor- don’t ever stop telling the ones you love how much you truly love them. Don’t let a day go by that you don’t call your parents. Don’t let a day go by that you don’t tell your girlfriend she is the most beautiful thing you have ever held in your arms. But more importantly, don’t ever let your day just ‘go by.’ 

Take risks, everyday. EVERYDAY. Smile everyday. Laugh, cry, love, talk, jump, hoolahoop EVERYDAY. Cause some day, sooner then you’re expecting, will be your last.

Memoirs of an Ex-Teen

This is an official ode to my youth.

I’ve graced this earth with my existence for two decades now and all I have to say is- ehhh. As cynical as this sounds, age is a NUMBER- a number that flies by faster and faster the older we get. I’m not touched, I’m not sad, I haven’t had some super sweet adult epiphany or anything. It’s all the same. When we were kids our birthdays were awesome but we can’t remember why and it was probably because we were too naive to realize that it’s just the same as any other day.

DESPITE THAT -- brace yourselves for the uplift-- try to make your birthday different. Do your best to relax, if only that. We live in memories not years; we are defined by what we do and wish to do, not by how many days we’ve crossed off our lives. Have a good time. Remember the people you love and enjoy watching them prove how much they love you back. It is your day—or week for those of us who like to milk it.

Smile, laugh, mark the day by doing something that scares you, anything. TRY to remember it and breathe your way through the rest

For what i didn't say

Romeo and Juliet resonate the realities that we refuse to consciously acknowledge. Loss is a result of not only fate, but the sole factor that we can only attribute to ourselves—miscommunication. 

Unfortunately for their ultimate demise, I wasn’t there to warn them of their impending doom. Luckily for all of you, I stand here completely open. I have recently faced the reality of the fact that miscommunication brews in our subconscious and ultimately boils over. 

Speak your mind. Decide what you want—what you need— and take it before its gone. You make mistakes, we all do, but the biggest mistake is standing by and watching your potential fade away. 

Don’t let your desires stir in solitude- they’ll drive you to a world of rage that’ll prove uncontrollable. You're not mad at anyone— your mad at yourself for ruining it all. 

Why do we hold our breaths when walking into a cold gust of wind? Protective instinct? Fear? I called it masochism. 

Fight your predispositions. Walk into the wind without shivering, and take that breath as if it was your last.

Seriously?

Public transportation. Hate it, love it, leave it-- some of us have no choice but I'd rather not go into the injustices of my current situation. 

If you haven't experienced the BEAUTY of hopping from subway to train to bus and back, running through platforms and up escalators, I'll paint you a quick picture:

It's fucking chaos.

Especially in the morning. Everyone's tired and cranky and they are all thinking the same thing I currently am: Fuck this shit. 


For those of you who have no choice and can't take it anymore, Quit. Quit your job, drop out of school, I could care less.

Not the uplifting advice you wanted to hear? Then suck it up. I'm not your mother. Life's too short to bitch and my life is way to short to sit around listening to your complaints.


Sensing the approaching moral?


Get OVER it. Open your eyes and look at the world for what it is- a shit show. If your not enjoying the ride then you are ruining it for the people around you, the people that are trying to soak up as much of the world that they can before they can't. It's not exactly obvious but there is beauty still left for us to find. So stop bitching and smile. Enjoy the shit show for what it is- a great fucking time. Keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle at all time and if you don't, than don't you dare regret it.

Remember to breathe.

Dive In

For months I've contemplated walking into the dark room of the blogging world. Today, I decided to run.

I have been debating themes and titles for weeks now and decided not to think. Who cares if the backgrounds are pretty colors or the posts are not 'all encompassing'? I don't. I am joining the blogging world without a plan and guess what-- it feels great.

Moral of this post you ask? Stop sweating, stand up, bend over and DIVE the fuck in.

Ahhh yes, and don't forget to breath.