Eloquent quenching of thirst

Oh by the way, I'm off to a tea party today!

...Yes, I did intend for that to rhyme.

Life is art. Think about it. Who designed the chair you're sitting in? Who designed the house you live in? Everything is art. Even if the things surrounding your existance are disgustingly hideous, it is art in its own beautiful way. Ugly things can in fact, be beautiful. Remember, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Everyone has a different perspective, and that's what makes life interesting. Some people like modern art; others think it's a ridiculous way to make a living. Your surroundings, the way you look, the way you think, the way you act, tells a story. It is art. If we didn't have art how could anything be possible? Mold yourself to who you want to be, represent your beliefs, let your words and mind tell a story. Embrace the world around you.

Embrace the art of life.

Ignorance

Everybody gets told to write about what they know. The trouble with many of us is that at the earlier stages of life we think we know everything - or to put it more usefully, we are often unaware of the scope and structure of our ignorance.

Ignorance is not just a blank space on a person's mental map. It has contours and coherence, and for all I know rules of operation as well. So as a corollary to writing about what we know, maybe we should add getting familiar with our ignorance, and the possibilities therin for ruining a good story.

Not enough give

I take myself for granted.

I lose my identity quite often.

Why can't my mind and soul align?

I didn't realize the rut I was putting myself in until I sat down and read something that I had written a few years back.

-I love the feeling when I'm eating a fork full of rice. Just plain white rice. Everything else pales in comparison when it comes to that texture.

-I love how my voice sounds ten times better when I'm singing in the bathroom. It brings joy to my mornings and in turn, makes a pretty good start to any day, don't you think?

-As much as I hate doing laundry, I love folding sheets fresh out of the dryer. Every single time I just want to wrap myself up like a mummy and never let the warm tingly feeling leave my body.

-I love cooking. Not because I'm a great chef, or because I need something to do. I love the aromas. With every chop there are separate and very unique smells. Onions, parsley, mint, strawberries, bell peppers, the list could go on. But honestly, how many of you can instantaneously conjure those specific scents in your mind as if those foods were right under your nose? People don't pay attention to things like that. I don't know what I would do without my sense of smell.

-I love the sound of clapping hands. They can make a tide turn in you, break on top of you and lift you up at the same time. It's one of the most noble things humans do with their hands. I mean, think about it. Humans make fists with their hands. They use them to fight, to steal things, to hurt each other. When people clap, it's one of the few times they stand together and applaud other people. I think clapping hands are there to keep things. They hold moments together, to remember.

-I love the look on my mom's face when I come home from the grocery store and surprise my her with Sunflowers and wish her a Happy Thursday! You can't fake that gleam that appears in her eyes. I'm glad people say I look just like her. I couldn't imagine a more perfect twin.

-I love the thickness of the air and the heavy smell that reveals itself a few hours before it's about to storm. I love everything about a storm. I love the chaos. The blinding, jagged bolts of lightening as they streak across the sky. The echo that you can feel in your chest and as it rises to your throat right as a thunder cloud bursts open directly above you. The cool touch of your hand feeling the rain droplets crash against the window pane. But all you feel is serenity.

-I love the way I see color in this world. Sure, I may not see green too well, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

-I love scars. This is a new love. I don't have great skin. That isn't news to anyone, but I've come to realize that I wouldn't be me without the skin I have. And people should never feel ashamed of scars. They are the stories that define you and how you got to where you are. Embrace them. Show them off. Tell the world your stories. I know I have plenty.

-I love wrinkles. Now, I know that I'm not old yet, but I can't wait till I'm 70 with a face full of lines. Those lines are your life. Just like your scars, embrace your wrinkles. They're your life lines.

I love the scent of a candle when blown out. It's absolutely intoxicating.

I love when that perfect song comes on the radio, but it's only perfect because you didn't even realize that you really wanted to hear it in the first place.

I love walking with the sun at my back. It provides a feeling of security and that all is right in the world. Who wouldn't want that?

I love when something I walk past every single day suddenly catches my attention and leaves me speechless, not only because of its obvious beauty, but that I had also never noticed until now. I really do wish I was artistic, so that I could capture these experiences, etch them into my memory and conjure them at a moments notice.

I love to watch people. It's especially beautiful and inspiring to watch a blind person make their way around. Wouldn't it be absolutely wonderful to be so in tune with your senses, that you could do without one?

I love to drink either a really cold or really hot beverage and be able to feel it going all the way down my throat. It makes me feel alive.

I love going to the movies and liking every single preview shown. It's only happened twice, but let me tell you... it's a really cool feeling.

I love to hold hands in the cold. I mean, really think about it. Picture your hands being so cold that they're practically numb. And then picture your hand enveloped in someone else's hand. The feeling is almost indescribable. It's almost like how you feel when you wake up on Christmas morning, but concentrated at first in your hand and it eventually travels up your arm until it warms your heart. If you've never held hands when it's cold outside, do it. Seriously.

I love walking downhill when it's windy outside. I feel so alive and as if I could be lifted and swept up off my feet. I feel on top of the world.

I don't necessarily enjoy the cold, but I have come to appreciate it. Or at least the immense power of it. Especially when I walk to class and by the time I get there, my fingers are so cold that it hurts to flex them.

Speaking of walking to class, I love my 20 minute walk to Anthropology, listening to my ipod and never once having to change the song. I can't help but walk into class with a smile on my face when that happens. Not to mention, I enjoy who I sit next to as well. :)

I love the butterflies I get in my stomach when I sit next to you, talk to you, think of you. But I'm not nervous - just content, and it makes me smile. I wish I was more of a morning person, so I could show it.

I love waking up in the morning and just knowing before I even get out of bed that it's going to be a good day. And I like not knowing why...

I love it when my body is sore or it aches and then having a feeling of accomplishment knowing that it was from honest to good hard work.

And I love when that perfect song comes on and I just can't control the itch in my hands and feet, because I just want to get up and shake it! Ha.

What can I say, I LOVE TO LOVE

It took me reading this to capture the feeling that I have been longing for lately, but what will happen in the morning? Sleep always seems to wipe the slate clean when all I really want is to bottle these emotions up and keep 'em in my pocket.