Walking
I have taken long walks every day for the last four days, and I have neglected to bring along my camera each and every time. I feel so lame.
I have taken long walks every day for the last four days, and I have neglected to bring along my camera each and every time. I feel so lame.
Love this boat. Love the sun painting the sky. Love the skyline in dark relief. Love DC.
If you aren’t scared, then it’s not worth pursuing. Life is scary. It’s nonsensical, hard, unfair, and rarely does it work in our favor. There is nothing easy about fate or destiny or any other concept that we try and use to explain why we don’t think we should to have to work for something. Fate might be a thing, but I doubt it’s something that’s going to come to us and then also do our work for us. Fate may bring you to an opportunity, but you’re the one that has to walk through the door, fill out the mountain of paperwork, and sign the damn contract. Fate’s not going to do it for you. I fully intend to live my life by following the path that freaks me out the most. The one that keeps my blood rushing to my head so much I have to sit down for fear of feinting. The one that has me lying in bed at night, simultaneously churning with nerves and excitement. I want to be someone. I want to influence those around me for the better, and above all, I want to find that happiness and joy that so often alludes those who aren’t willing to FIGHT for it. I will fight. I will claw tooth and nail towards where I want to go, and I will put everything into what I believe in. Because if it’s not worth fighting for it’s not worth wanting. And any prospect that’s worth wanting is scary.
There is something strangely comforting about knowing that even as the world is falling apart our capital never changes. It’s beautiful even when the government is useless and the economy is in shreds.
Missing my favorite American city… :) I love you New York. Your beauty, your majesty, the way you make me fall in love each time I gaze upon your majestic skyline. The way the night sky seems to brighten above you, and even the way your bitter winter winds kiss my face and taunt my bare skin. Above all I love the way you take my breath from my lungs and instead fill me with the endless music of city life.
It is not the past that defines me, nor is it the future. It’s the now. The fact that I am able to judge the past and future for what they are - fantasies - and focus on making the present into my GOLDEN AGE. We create ourselves and the image that will be preserved for us once we are gone, and I am determined to make sure mine is a good one. It is not power that shapes the human mind, but how we handle the knowledge of power. Today is the only today I will ever have and tomorrow never comes. Therefore it is only befitting that we treat each day with reverence and work to be a part of something bigger than us. Something we can leave behind to our children and their children. Something so great that people will look back on our era and wish they could have been a part of it.
Just a little something to brighten your day. :D
when I could trust you.