Our Legacy

We all leave a legacy behind.
Some of us will be remembered by our actions, others by their inaction.
Time passes by and days become months.
Months then become years.
Yet it this day that we should make the most of, because the truth is the school year is almost over.
Some of us wish we could do it all over again.
We wished we could have studied more for that one test or stayed after with that one teacher.
Yet the reality is that's all in the past.
However this doesn't mean we can't change now.
Our time isn't over yet, it's just a question of what we do with the time remaining that will really matter.

Truth, Love and Happiness

I believe that there are three factors that contribute to having a good life: truth, love and happiness. Without truth we can't expect to find happiness. We need the ability to be honest with ourselves. One day, we will come to realize what makes us happy in this world. This being said, we must not allow others to hold us back because if we do, were not being truthful to ourselves. Therefore how can we truly be happy and love what we do if were not really ourselves?

The leap

She stands under the spot light staring out into the crowd, her eyes glimmering like the night sky.
There is a euphoria in the air, a silence that can't be ignored. 
Her heart dances and prances like a child on a merry-go-round.
She takes a step but is drawn back.
She looks out into the crowd and see's all the faces staring back at her.
She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and takes a leap of faith.

There was a wind
A great big gust
coming from the northeast
carrying memories
from long ago
There was a wind
A great big gust
coming from the southwest
carrying whispers
of  laughter

There was a wind
A great big gust
coming from the northeast
carrying songs
of triumph and victory

There was a wind
A great big gust
coming from the southeast
carrying a vibrant warmth
for all to embrace

 

Light up the pathway with your endless endeavors, but don't let a strand of darkness dwindle the light.
For with all darkness there is a hidden light.  

The Untold Story

She writes from the dusk of night to the dawn of day. Pages upon pages filled with an endless array of words. One could only wonder why someone could write so much? Yet it is the very answer that is the ultimate question. She always keeps her work to herself, which sparks my inner curiosity.  Does she write about romance? Or does she write about mysteries? What do her words mean? Will her words remain untold, or will there come a day when they are revealed?

A Golden Brown

Her eyes are made of a golden brown, a piercing image of long days past.
Days of happiness and days of sorrow.
Days of rain and days of sunshine.
Her smile is ever so simple yet it's simplicity has depth.
It's depth is a catalyst for change and only those who seek it shall find it.

Thy Heart Upon a Midsummer's Day

How does thy heart fair upon a midsummer's day?
Does it blow like the wind or cry rain like the spring?
Does it soften like wet soil or does the soil become parched?
Does it change shades like the rainbow or does it remain green like blades of grass?
Does come from the west or does it come from the east?
Where then does thy heart fair?