I allow them to torment me with their lack of communication.
I live for the thrill.
I’ve come to the realization that I live for fear. All that’s ever scared me I try and face. It started out with the small things: stirring up conversations with new people, going to places I’ve never been, trying out everything I come across just because I ask myself every time “why not?” Honestly, what is the worse that can happen. These last couple of years I’ve really been utilizing my time to take on all these new adventures. Adventure has always been one of my favorite words since I can remember. My cousin Steph and I would go on one just about everyday after school when our grandma would “watch us” she took great care of us don’t get me wrong, when we did something too extreme or took things too far she sure wasn’t shy to let us know. We didn’t see the limits between the sky and earth, we knew at a young age that we’d always thrive for new findings, understandings, and excitement for life. More recently these adventures been more about conquering than anything. I’ve only dreamed about cliff jumping, not really believing I’d ever bring myself to doing it… but I did, and we couldn’t have picked a more freezing punch bowl to do it in. Taking the hike up it now and it was only my intention to see how this jump would be and if I would even be able to get to it. See, with these hikes I don’t like to know too much about them going in, I like to have my own experience to them first. After about 6 miles we made it to the top of one of the main jumps at hermit falls. Let me just tell you how fearful of heights I am, I didn’t want to even go to the edge to see how far I’d been jumping off from, I had to sit down and peek over. Sure enough I didn’t have that nervous feeling at the pit of my stomach, just going back and forth with myself as to why is this the only thing holding me up right now and my fear telling me I can’t do something. Right there I knew I couldn’t have it that way, like many past adventures I always sit there and ask myself “why not” sure my mums voice in my back of my mind chimes in and has a list of all the reasons as to why I shouldn’t. But that’s just it, that’s someone else’s fear burdening on me, so I say to myself… I’m going for it. My cousin jumped first, I saw the freeness in her of letting go, didn’t give it a second thought and jumped off 50ft looked around and down the entire time, even when I was in the freezing water. Felt like I landed in needles. We got out of the water as fast as we got in it, my body immediately felt the impact but that wasn’t going to take away my hype and smile. I was beyond! And that moment is what I live for, that and the feeling you get when you’re about to fall. The aftermath wasn’t the prettiest but a day in bed was worth every step we walked, every trip we took, every ache we endured that day. I’m bruised, I’m alive, and I’m here to kill my fear again and again.
When he spanks the booty too hard 😂
Mother Nature at its finest.
Much appreciation needs to be given to the good Lord above.
I would catch myself time after time worrying, once I reached and took care of one hurtle there was another and each one awoken me more and more, to the point where I moved by faith rather than my bonehead self. It took me to a place where I let go of the I can do it all by myself attitude to let me go where God needs and wants me. It really helped me to stop focusing on the “what if” and more so on the purpose itself. Each time we take that leap of faith we grow more, spiraling away from the world but go forward- entering into a blissful life.
All I can say is use all the time you can to regain focus on yourself and the purpose.
Pulled in every direction
Now when I hear, “what would you like to do?”
Leave the question with a question…
“Anything, What do you want to do?”
Can’t decide. Ensuring all are happy.
Not knowing what I’m doing to myself.
Pulled between doing right and wrong.
Investing too much time in my head.
Watering “things” constantly and leaving myself DRY.
Lately- crying inside when people speak. Trying to understand where they got it bad when every word out their mouth is a complaint. Hmm listen and nod?
I thought I was what someone would describe an alien as.
Its well deserved for anyone who’s spent more than three months with the person… for most nowadays it is about less than a month, my theory: therefore getting over that person in the same length of time if not less. Anyhow… sometimes we really don’t know why we part from someone we’ve spent a lot of planned out time with. Needless to say it really shouldn’t matter because humans change and adapt all the time but most will always appreciate the closure for their little heart. When avoiding that part may leave the person with hope or chance of the person changing thier mind, when in fact doest factor in their mind just intentions for their advantage if they don’t want to end the night alone. My eyes are open to all aspects of what could possibly enter the mind of both persons, and still selfishness is the biggest factor as to why this doesn’t work out. But not to worry that is where love comes in and love is the creator of it all.
I formed an opinion by the situation I was given.
I’ve formed into society and I don’t like it.
Stepping back I analyze what’s around me and can’t help but feel empty.
Something isn’t right and am I the only one who can see? We are all forming into a mindset of carefree do whatever we want attack on ourselves. Its much more then doing what we see someone else doing, its forming into what people want us to be, act, think… if we are a thing else then we are written off as the one going through some stuff, trying to figure it out. But I say, I have nothing to figure out, I want no part in your conforming lifestyle.
Keep it simple.
I want to feel love
I want to touch love
At the end of the day
I want love.