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More often than not we're distracted from our priorities by something new. Distracted from the people that really matter by meeting new and interesting people. Distracted from our goals by the fun and entertaining side of life. Our priorities are placed on the back burner while we lavish and favor the new.When those distractions fade. When those new people turn out just to be a flavor of the week. When what used to be fun becomes dull. We return back to what we have temporarily abandoned. Is it then that we realize what our true priorities are? Or do we just sit around waiting for the next new thing to come around?

Mental obstacle

Lately I've been have a bad case of writers' block. I'm not talking about a three day hiatus either. This has been an on going problem for me during the entire month. Its frustrating how something I love so much is limited by my own capabilities. Its these words that boggle me. Using the same words feels like I'm in a never ending circle of redundancy. I want to break up with my old words and form a new relationship with another. I try so hard using different synonyms when just the usage of one would suffice. It feels that if I don't continue to try and expand my knowledge of words, I'm stuck writing about the same thing in the same format. I really need to flex my creative muscle and fully experiment with words. Why do I love words so much? Because the simple structure of a sentence can very well change the entire meaning of it. Wording is crucial in getting your message across with the desired intention.

Her

Every chance I get to spend with my mother puts my worries at ease. It magnifies my already unconditional appreciation and love for her. Her warm soul pours out of every smile and laugh, radiating around her. Her aura illuminates her beauty in her body and soul. . She is not only my mother, but my friend and role model.

Still waters

After months of distraction and procrastination I return back to my former state of desperation and anxiety. The desperation to find a job, and the anxiety that is my future. I'm 24 turning 25 this year. It would be impossible to ignore my future any longer. My life direction and success is built upon a foundation that we call youth. Like every child we follow a path. We go to school to get a degree. We get a degree to a job. And we get a job to start our own life. Watching many of my peers head in this direction while I stand idly by is depressing and all the more frustrating. Now I ask myself, "what is it that they do, that I do not?". How did so many of them get so far while I'm stuck like a graduate just out of high school? A college education would most likely be the cause of my lack of progression in life. Except not all of my friends took the standard route of college and still made it successful. So I ponder deeper to try to figure out what I'm missing from this bridge between here to there. How can I get over to that side of the grass? Perhaps its the mold that is my home keeping me still. So many years of comfort and security. How could I possibly break away from something I've been so accustomed to?
The only truth I know is today.
While tomorrow will be my step forward, whenever that day appears.

Choice

"Everything has two explanations, the scientific and the divine. Its up to us to choose which one we buy into."

Self education

We learn so many lessons throughout our lives. Often times the same lesson more than once and sometimes, nothing at all. Where do we find this enlightenment? What causes our brain to treat this act as a lesson? I find myself most commonly in these situations when I'm comforting a friend or during those nights where I just can't sleep. Something triggers in my head causing me to reflect back to myself and how it relates to me. And in that I either learn something new or I'm reminded of something I already know. I believe each day to come with a lesson or two. Sometimes we get it and other times we don't. Fortunately for us, we tend to repeat our mistakes. And hopefully, we'll get it right the next time.

Broadcast

Although my blog may come off as being personal, I write publicly to share my stories in hopes that maybe somebody could relate or find comfort in my words. Certain issues may be specific but the moral still remains general. My fears and insecurites on my journey to find myself can easily be understood by anyone going through any of these emotions. Being human, we all share the same feelings; only we perceive and express them in our own, unique way.

Piano Sonata No. 14; Moonlight Sonata

I find it simply amazing how music can capture the essence of emotions. Classical music and the early composers of the late 1700's have produced the greatest sounds of history. Something magical about how these simple tunes and keys, when put together, brings out our inner self. They create sounds of beauty that cannot be truly defined by words. Music allows us to expose parts of ourselves, with each different beat and tune provoking our emotions to show. I replay the same songs during different days of the week only to feel something new from the former. Each tune to brings out hidden truths, recurring in the form of thoughts and memories. If only we were to listen, and not hear. And as I'm writing this entry, with the sound of Beethoven resonating through my speakers, everything seems to make sense. But when the music stops, and I'm left with my own thoughts of written words, I feel exposed. Like I just revealed my naked truth to the world.

The illusionist

I walk towards my mirror and stare at my face, every feature, and every scar. I analyze what is to be me and peer into my eyes, searching for the unknown answers that I so long for . Through the mirror I find a reflection of myself hidden deep beneath my round black pupils. A sense of familiarity but yet a foreign aura emits out of this image within these eyes; within me. And as I move closer, gazing into what people call a gateway to the soul, I catch a glimpse of what could be my truth. I frantically search deeper, harder, for even the slightest possibility to catch my inner self, this man that I see. Then I pause, for I know the sad truth of reality, and I am but an illusionist.

Sincerely, depressing.

Interpretation of ones, truth

They write with passion and fill their written words with honest emotions. I can only wonder how they felt at that point in time. So many different feelings plastered on their blogs like a painting, with each entry a stroke from their figurative brush; mapping out their very thoughts . Some emotions are easily given while others deeply buried. Simple truths and metaphors subconciously coded into their entries leave room for imagination of what is written and what is meant. What is true and what is hidden; what is fake when it is written.