Glimpses of Life

The Accident

2007-04-08T13:01:00.000-07:00

So there is this hill that has been screaming my name ever since I got my longboard. I pretty much got goose bumps everytime I thought about going down it and I never thought it would be possible because it was simply too long and waayy too steep. Well..it wasnt on april 6. haha. I successfully (spelt wrong im sure) completed the run on the first attempt. And it was awesome (so was the second time) however on the second run I got a little too cocky and crouched to get more speed, which even then i was ok..but then as i stood up well, here see for yourself.

Excuse the fat F bomb..he feared for my life.

haha

Scar tissue that I wish you saw..

2007-02-08T19:19:00.000-08:00

It still opens itself to me. Its been months but im reminded of it nearly every day. I can recall the event like it was yesterday.

I remember laying on the floor, my eyes wide open with a thin glaze of tears over them. It felt as though I was paralyzed. Everyone else around me lay sleeping and the sounds of their comfort made it even more difficult to bear.(probably the wrong spelling). I had to get my self out of this haze so that i could gather my thoughts. So silently I brought myself back to life and made my way outside. The air was incredibly chilling, and as I walked all I could think about was wanting to be somewhere i couldnt. I was stranded there. No way to find the solutions to my problems. No way of finding out if that irritable gut feeling that something wasnt right, was accurate. It brought pain to me not to be able to just hop in my car and bring all my worries to a halt in hopes that my worries would be false.

The next day I gathered my things and left to find whether or not the night before had been for real. However everything seemed so normal, and so, right. It crossed my head over and over that the feelings i had been dealing with could not possibly be right. I kept asking myself, "then why do you keep feeling this way?" My only response to it was that I think too much, I was letting things get to my head.

But now that I know that night wasnt for nothing. And now that I know God does speak to me in many different ways, including my stomache, it comforts me to know he is always watching after me. And the temporary pain I sometimes feel all works out in the end for his divine plan.

FYI..this story is not something I am dealing with now. Just something to write about that happenned in my past. :)

My Dream

2007-01-03T22:10:00.000-08:00

This is my dream.

It goes beyond any ambitions of success according to the world. It stretches endless miles and reaches as high as you can fathom. My dream is to leave the constraints and restrictions of the world and experience complete, unimaginable freedom. My dream of freedom lies in Gods creation. The creation he made in seven days. My dream is to leave the noise and confusion of city life and explore the endless possibilities of the outdoors. I believe the life we live in these days is too easy, too much is just given to us. I want to be somewhere where life isn’t just given to you but its explored. To me nature is this place where you can be exactly who you are and the only distraction is Gods beauty. Just thinking about it gives me sweaty palms, and chills up and down my spine. For those who have experienced this the memory of it is overwhelming. When I find myself daydreaming, I always end up in the middle of a very thick forest. All around me is moist, green, beautiful life. Its like looking through a magnified glass, every detail seems to scream at me, everything is quiet, very still. But life flows through the place like no city can compete with. Looking out you see endless mountains and hills reaching farther than the eye can see. The smell is better than any bakery can produce, it’s the smell of growth, unrestricted growth. Nothing prevents nature from growing. Nothing is telling nature how it should be living. Nothing tells nature to be something its not. Not that this is something I struggle with, but it irritates me how society tells us how to live or how we should be living. I want to live with the trees, bushes, ferns, dirt, rocks, waterfalls, rivers, lakes, and animals. So deal with it. Sometimes I feel like I was born way to late. I was supposed to be a pioneer. I was supposed to be the first to reach and explore new horizons. How amazing would it be to explore western America, and be the first one to experience beauty like no one else has ever seen. But that would be selfish, and I don’t think God made all of this beauty just for me, but I do know, that it was created with me in mind. How amazing is it to know that this whole nature/ outdoors thing was created with me in mind. It’s a gift he has given me, and many others, and its one that I hope to explore until God says its time to move onto another paradise, a paradise that puts this one to shame. Welcome to my dream. Next time you see me staring off into space you will know what I am dreaming about. I am dreaming about some mountain, somewhere, and ill be wishing I was there. And someday, I will.