"I'm proud of you"

Something happened tonight that totally moved me. I was surrounded by cousins, as young as 6 months, and as old as 29ish. My Aunt Sherry was the hostess along with her husband Ron. We spent the entire day jib jabbing and taking turns riling the children. After filling my stomach with some of the best food I've ever eaten, I spent the remaining time letting my protruding tummy digest some of its contents. But as I was making my rounds of "good bye's," Ron, stopped me and took me into a room for a private chat. Him and I had gotten along since the first day we met, and it tickles my fancy when there's an adult that I can fully converse and confide in. He took me by the hand and said "I'm proud of you, I know you've been going through some stuff, and you've been in my prayers." At first it shocked me. But then I realized that the connection we have is genuine. I mean, here's a man who was diagnosed with lung cancer, and my aunt and him aren't sure about how he's going to make it. And he still has the heart to tell me, a young whippersnapper, what he thinks of me. A perfect example of how unselfish he is. I guess it resonated with me because that's something that I would want my father to say to me. And God only knows the next time I'll see him. So, by the grace of God, I believe, Ron, from the bottom of his heart, let me know that my efforts aren't going unnoticed. As I sat in the car with my mother on the ride home. I started to cry. I mean, what he said really sunk, and in some way, I unconsciously needed to hear that. Even though I did shed a few tears, it was so therapeutic to my soul. God bless that man, from the bottom of my heart. Thanks Ron. And I'll be praying for you as well.

Finding One's Purpose.

Everyone who's been born has a journey. The results and findings of that journey, I believe, is up to the person in question. I don't believe in a preordained fate. I believe that the authenticity of a person's life is to yet to be seen. We all leave behind a legacy. A man or woman's existence can enrich human nature. How can one advance in life? Growth can be determined by many things. Progression in self knowledge; addition to one's wisdom; helping those who are in need. Each contributing to the evolution of our existence. But how can a person know what they're meant to do in life? Maybe it's finding a job that you can actually love. Maybe it's finding comfort in volunteer work. In any case, I believe we've all got special skills that come in the form of natural blessings, or abilities we were born with. And the more we learn about ourselves, and the more we practice being who we were born as, the easier it is to see the hand of God in what we do. In saying that, it may be easier for someone to determine what their purpose in life is. I can guarantee that there are as many possibilities of purpose in the world as there are people. I say diversity is the mother of total advancement and common knowledge.

Turkey Day

Are you ready to eat your brains out? I sure am. I always get excited around this time of the year because I love to eat! And every year, I thank God for my metabolism, because I can eat about 3-5 pounds of food and not worry about it sticking to my gut. I think everyone should take time out to focus on what they are thankful for. I'm thankful for my caring family. I'm thankful for those who understand my struggle, and who commend me on my strength and ambition. Every year I'm thankful for inspiration and motivation. What are you thankful for? Who are you thankful for? Make it an obligation to thank God for your blessings and those people in your life that help make the rough times seem smoother. Happy Thanksgiving!

hahaha!

It's been said that laughter is the best medicine. I find that it's both contagious and healthy. After reading a bit on the subject, I found that there are 3 parts of the brain that are activated when having a good laugh. First, there is room for a cognitive area for understanding the joke. Then there is a physical reaction that initiates movement or muscle function. Finally, there is an emotional connection that results in the "giddy" feeling. It's apparent that people search for comedy in an unconscious effort to heal themselves with one of the world's most ancient remedies. Some people may look up comedy on the Internet, or when they shop at the movie store and want to check out a funny movie. I've decided that I'm going to pay a bit more attention to the types of comedy and the frequency of its use. It's intriguing, the fact that everyone has their own view on comedy, and their own preferences when trying to extract a few giggles. Now there's something to investigate!

Common Sense

I figured that I'd rather miss a post here or there than make a post that lacks substance. I've aloud this blog to replace my written journal. But to be honest, I'll most likely still write in both. It's fun to watch what type of subjects I feel like writing about. If I just allow my mind to wander and cater to my ability to relax, it's amazing to notice feelings that I'd never think I'd feel, and it's amazing to see the insight or opinions that I have when considering creative matters.

A peice I've written before; A view on young love

There's an unspeakable element of comfort when a man and a woman are intimate. To me, its the best part of the relationship. In a world full off addictions and relapses, this comfort, in my eyes, is the most sought after feeling or high. Knowing that your partner loves you in return can fly a man to the top of a mountain screaming his lover's name the entire flight. But when you've lost that element of comfort, what happens then?
The idea itself brings a mammoth sized cloud over my head. Whether your partner dies, or a couple just happens to break up, I believe the man is left naked in a world that had never stopped spinning. Loose footed, and temporarily unaware of what it takes to be alone in such a demanding day and age, a man can be made, or broken. Every step could be the largest mistake, but we walk the tight rope daily, wobbling to and fro to our own heart's beating drum; blissfully unaware of what the world has already started to demand from us in the "single life."
My depiction of this comfort is described easiest as the most comfortable bed a man can imagine. A bed where you can get lost in the blankets, and no matter how you move, not a limb reaches over the edge; fully supported by the a gigantic mattress and the springs that supply your bed with its own bounce and life.
I miss the fullness of that bed tremendously. It feels as though I'm sleeping on bricks with pillows that have been turned into towels due to all of the saliva they've soaked up. There is definitely a vacancy in my heart, and I've consciously made it priority number one in straightening out my mind and heart; so that i may continue to grow with a young and vibrant outlook. So that everyday is as bright and intriguing as they were when I was young.

Tonight I feel a bit animated; like I have more energy than I should at this point in the day. I was all ready to go to class, and I showed up to the building and realized that school was closed because today is Veteran's Day. The funny thing is that I knew that it was a holiday, but I didn't associate the day's significance with the schedule of my school. Either way, I send my prayers and thoughts to those who fight and serve in the U.S. military. I tip my hat to their cause, and their unwavering obedience. I've always explained that even if I could, I don't believe I'd have enough guts to be a part of the armed forces that fight for our freedoms. Though I'd like to be a pillar of good judgment and opinion as far as being a patriotic American, I've grown up being used to catering to an unspeakable respect for military personnel. My grandfather served, my uncle served, and my cousin David is serving as we speak. I may not understand what it takes to be a soldier in the United States army, but I'm well equipped when it comes to understanding the sacrifices they make and the creeds they fight for. I'm satisfied and humbled with just being a supportive patriot of the American cause. Much Repspect.

Totally Tuesday!

First off, sorry for missing entries for the past couple days, I've been pretty busy. Today I've concluded my two day community service time. I've accumulated about 16 hours at a non-profit organization that my mother works at. It's called Thornfield Hall, which is a private home for mentally challenged women. I couldn't have chosen a better place to do my volunteer time. I've taken a liking to maintenance and landscaping, it's honest work and it requires you to take a shower at the end of the day, nothing feels better.

A New Book To Read

Thanks to my CORE instructor Shelly, I have a new book to read. It's called "The Mammoth Book of Journalism." The book is composed of 101 pieces of writing from some of the finest writers the world has ever known. I'm excited for this knew reading endeavour because it's both educational and engaging; anything to expand the boarders of my journalistic knowledge. This book'll be 540 pages of good reading. Ta ta for now.

Go Yankees!

Ever since I could say the word baseball, or had enough strength to throw one, I was raised to love the New York Yankees. So it's more than pleasing to see that they've clinched their 27th championship. Living in Connecticut, there's a great mixture of fans, and it's always fun to debate. I would love to be a reporter covering the World Series. Writers get blessed with tickets to these big games and all they have to do in return is create a column or two about the games. It'd be well worth it to be able to travel and cover sporting events. I'm sure I'd enjoy traveling and writing even if it had nothing to do with sports. Hopefully there'll be a good amount of site seeing in my future career.

Getting my feet wet

I was informed today by one of my instructors that getting my form of writing out for the world to see would benefit me and my approach in the long run. Hopefully my entries will be interesting enough, and helpful to the point where I can form some sort of following. I've always been elequent and advanced when it comes to written word, and creating a daily blog will not only involve people, but keep my mind fresh. With today being the first day of my new blog here at blogger.com, I feel obligated to thank anyone and everyone who decides to read and follow my story. Maybe I can become a beacon of hope for other aspring writers, and just a friend to those who read my entries. Afterall, what is the world without communication?