"Paradise" by the one and only Coldplay.
(I love Coldplay if you didn't already know that)
If you haven't heard this song you should do it. In fact you should do it right about now!
*Listen to Paradise on youtube or some other website and then proceed to read the rest of this post. :)
Sometimes I think of life as an expandable pebble. It can stay small and light and you enjoy this because there is no pressure or weight burdening you. Plus it is pleasantly pocket size. So it sits in your pocket without you even noticing its presence. But then something happens and what was once a small pebble has transformed into a 12 ton boulder that is grinding your bones together; causing bruises and breaks. It requires all your strength to overcome and persevere but you only have so long before it crushes you. It knocks you down and you fall to the earth. Your sweat and tears mix with the dust of the ground you are crushed on. The 12 ton boulder remains on top of you but you feel nothing unless you try to get up off the ground...It is always hardest to get up after life knocks you down.
I love Coldplay's new song because it describes what I tend to feel when I have hit rock bottom in this sea of life. When life gets too dark and hard to live through each day, sleep becomes a comfort. I long for a paradise where I can escape all of my problems. "life goes on it gets so heavy, the wheel breaks the butterfly, every tear a waterfall, in the night the stormy night she closed her eyes, in the night the stormy night away shed fly" But like he sings in his song, "I know the sun must set to rise". And then the song changes to "THIS could be paradise" instead of dreaming about paradise.
I love this song. Not only because I love to dance crazy to it but because it has a beautiful message within it.
Trials end, just not always in a convenient amount of time. When life has you flat on the ground with the weight of the world on your back, even though it is excruciatingly painful to get back up, you MUST. That expandable pebble doesn't work one way, it can shrink back down again. Try to focus less on the problems you are dealing with, bear them the best you can. Try to make a paradise out of your life now even with the weight on your shoulders, and that is when the 12 ton boulder starts shrinking. Laughter is definitely one of the best medicines.
Paradise isn't only a place you can reach in your dreams, you can make your life a paradise too.
Friday, December 9, 2011
A Life Full of Ticks (but not the ones you're thinking of)
Tick....tock.....tick.....tock.....
Consistent (and sometimes annoying) ticking emanates from the device hung on the wall.
Little ticks that remind me that those particular seconds have slipped away from me before I am able to open and shut my eyes to blink. Before I even have time to brew up a thought...
Did you know that I am approximately 441504000 (and counting) ticks old? That's a lot of ticks...and what do I have to show for my ticks so far?
Oh I have lists and lists of wrong choices I have made with a lot of bad consequences. I have some depressing years of my life, a lot of sad heartbreaks, and moments of unpleasant characteristics....but to me, these lists are not what a life consists of. Life consists of much much more than the negative aspects.
Tick...tock....tick......tock......
I firmly believe in the well known quote that "life is what you make of it", and lately, I haven't making the most of it....Recently I have awoken in the mornings in a rut. Down on life. Down on myself. Lately the ticks and tocks on the clock seem to disappear while I go through my normal daily routine and I find myself exhausted at the end of another day...but that isn't how I want to spend the rest of my ticks on my lifeline here on earth.
I used to be fun! I used to be energetic! Why all of the sudden am I allowing myself to settle for a routine? I am random and spontaneous...what changed?
Tick....tock....tick....tock......
Last night after work, I called Fuzz Head (aka: my dad). We got to talking about life and such and during this conversation he said two words that hit me kinda hard: productive thinking. Now I don't know how it is with all of you readers but for me, I can be quite unproductive with my thoughts...especially when I turn into my own worst enemy and beat myself up mentally over every little thing I have done wrong....and what good comes out of doing that? Notta.
Tick....tock....tick.....tock.....
I've been laying here on my green and white striped couch that was brought to me by my parents. While I have been here plopped here on the thick cushions I have been lost in the tide of my thoughts: self improvement, deep questions of life, what needs to be done today, this week and this month, and other random tidbits. During this time, I was hit with a tidal wave. The way I am feeling is most likely because of my unproductive thoughts.
Tick....tock....tick....tock.....
I strongly believe that the brain has more power than the body. The thoughts you feed your brain determine the way your body reacts. If you feed it with negativity, you get a sluggish body that lacks any positive energy and wants nothing but to sleep. But, if you flood your brain with positive goodness, the opposite will happen. I know that if I can learn to change my nonproductive thoughts into productive ones, that I will revive the qualities within me that are starving for some positive and productive thoughts.
Tick....tock....tick....tock.....
There are only so many ticks that God has planned for my life. I want to make the most of those, not only through my actions but through my thoughts as well. Life wasn't meant for us to get stuck in our past and focus on what we did wrong. Life wasn't meant for us to be negative and hard on ourselves. Life was meant to be lived and we do that best by learning from our past, moving forward from those mistakes, forgiving ourselves and others, and smiling through the hard times. Live life by treating yourself well. God doesn't expect us to be perfect, He knows that we are imperfect and will make mistakes. Be patient with yourself when you mess up. We all do it. Grow from those mistakes.
Don't spend life just watching the time go by and wishing that you could do something about it. You can do anything that you have ever dreamed of doing. The only thing holding you back is yourself. So unbind yourself and chase your dreams. Become what you have always wanted to become and there is no better time to start doing that then NOW. Time is precious. It passes in a blink of an eye. Every tick and tock matters. Make the most of those ticks and tocks.
Tick...
tock...
tick....
tock....
Consistent (and sometimes annoying) ticking emanates from the device hung on the wall.
Little ticks that remind me that those particular seconds have slipped away from me before I am able to open and shut my eyes to blink. Before I even have time to brew up a thought...
Did you know that I am approximately 441504000 (and counting) ticks old? That's a lot of ticks...and what do I have to show for my ticks so far?
Oh I have lists and lists of wrong choices I have made with a lot of bad consequences. I have some depressing years of my life, a lot of sad heartbreaks, and moments of unpleasant characteristics....but to me, these lists are not what a life consists of. Life consists of much much more than the negative aspects.
Tick...tock....tick......tock......
I firmly believe in the well known quote that "life is what you make of it", and lately, I haven't making the most of it....Recently I have awoken in the mornings in a rut. Down on life. Down on myself. Lately the ticks and tocks on the clock seem to disappear while I go through my normal daily routine and I find myself exhausted at the end of another day...but that isn't how I want to spend the rest of my ticks on my lifeline here on earth.
I used to be fun! I used to be energetic! Why all of the sudden am I allowing myself to settle for a routine? I am random and spontaneous...what changed?
Tick....tock....tick....tock......
Last night after work, I called Fuzz Head (aka: my dad). We got to talking about life and such and during this conversation he said two words that hit me kinda hard: productive thinking. Now I don't know how it is with all of you readers but for me, I can be quite unproductive with my thoughts...especially when I turn into my own worst enemy and beat myself up mentally over every little thing I have done wrong....and what good comes out of doing that? Notta.
Tick....tock....tick.....tock.....
I've been laying here on my green and white striped couch that was brought to me by my parents. While I have been here plopped here on the thick cushions I have been lost in the tide of my thoughts: self improvement, deep questions of life, what needs to be done today, this week and this month, and other random tidbits. During this time, I was hit with a tidal wave. The way I am feeling is most likely because of my unproductive thoughts.
Tick....tock....tick....tock.....
I strongly believe that the brain has more power than the body. The thoughts you feed your brain determine the way your body reacts. If you feed it with negativity, you get a sluggish body that lacks any positive energy and wants nothing but to sleep. But, if you flood your brain with positive goodness, the opposite will happen. I know that if I can learn to change my nonproductive thoughts into productive ones, that I will revive the qualities within me that are starving for some positive and productive thoughts.
Tick....tock....tick....tock.....
There are only so many ticks that God has planned for my life. I want to make the most of those, not only through my actions but through my thoughts as well. Life wasn't meant for us to get stuck in our past and focus on what we did wrong. Life wasn't meant for us to be negative and hard on ourselves. Life was meant to be lived and we do that best by learning from our past, moving forward from those mistakes, forgiving ourselves and others, and smiling through the hard times. Live life by treating yourself well. God doesn't expect us to be perfect, He knows that we are imperfect and will make mistakes. Be patient with yourself when you mess up. We all do it. Grow from those mistakes.
Don't spend life just watching the time go by and wishing that you could do something about it. You can do anything that you have ever dreamed of doing. The only thing holding you back is yourself. So unbind yourself and chase your dreams. Become what you have always wanted to become and there is no better time to start doing that then NOW. Time is precious. It passes in a blink of an eye. Every tick and tock matters. Make the most of those ticks and tocks.
Tick...
tock...
tick....
tock....
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
L.e.t.t.e.r.s. = A.r.t.
a.b.c.d.e.f.g.h.i.j.k.l.m.n.o.p.q.r.s.t.u.v.w.x.y.z.
5 vowels.
21 consonants.
26 total letters in the English alphabet.
26 little buttons on the keyboard waiting to be pressed!
The sources to create words are limited,
but the combinations of these sources are endless!
but the combinations of these sources are endless!
I know it might sound strange...
...to be fascinated by words...
...but I am...
...and I suppose that I always have been!
To me, words are an art!
Take a minute and think about it. Words are powerful. Not only are they a way of communication, but they are a way to generate emotions in others.
Love Gratitude Joy Passion Excitement Kindness
Hate Envy Sorrow Apathy Fear Shame
For my entire life I have enjoyed writing and reading. For me, writing has been a way to communicate what I cannot verbalize. I started off life being a very shy little girl who did not talk very much. But when I had a newly sharpened pencil squeezed between my tiny fingers, the pages became the listening ears that heard my every written thought. Those pages are still my listening ears to this day. I have many journals and what happens when I reread these entries amazes me: I can feel the precise emotion I felt when I wrote that specific account.
This is why I have also enjoyed reading books and articles. The way that individuals place words and use specific words to express emotions and reactions amazes me. I feel from those words. I relate to the characters. Different authors with their different styles. No one is the same when it comes to word use. Words are incredible! No one can take the same thought or feeling and describe it the same way.
Words are personal, and that is why I love music. Some people listen to music and pay attention to the instrumentals, but that person is not me. I listen to what is being spoken. The added accompaniments add to the feelings the words provoke. Its remarkable to me how well music conveys emotions. Music has been a comfort during those times when words cannot express how I feel. In those instances, I know that someone has already been where I am and knows what to say for me. It is comforting.
I have never truly realized how powerful words can be until I have seen them affect the people closest to me, and those people were not always affected in the best of ways. I have seen my words slash at someone like a razor. I have seen tears slide down a cheek from a letter expressing my love and gratitude for them. I have seen smiles from compliments I give. I have been in conversations where we both receive verbal blows back and forth... Life is a melody of ups and downs and we are never going to write or speak the happiest of words. There will be times of verbal volcanoes where we erupt and scorching words flow and scald the ones we love. And here and now there will be times when the words seen or heard are so blissful to our eyes or ears and we become radiant to the point that the light of our happiness cannot be tied down and shines through us.
Verbal communication is hard for me and always has been. I feel like it is my life long trial. When I am trying to get an important point across it ALWAYS seems to come out wrong. There is a term that fits this problem. People call it: "word vomit" - definition = it gets on everyone but no one knows what the heck it consists of. Despite my oral word vomit problem, I keep trying. It is just so difficult because people always seem to "read" people wrong and take things the wrong way because of "tones". I know I am guilty of getting the wrong vibe because of a tone someone used... it makes everything very confusing. But hey, someday I'll get it right!
Words.
Such beautiful little creations we use every day without realizing their true power.
Words.
Such wondrous art that is emotionally evoking.
Only you can paint your own picture with the words you choose to display or speak, and those words will be remembered by those who see or hear them for forever. Because there is no one like
YOU.
For my entire life I have enjoyed writing and reading. For me, writing has been a way to communicate what I cannot verbalize. I started off life being a very shy little girl who did not talk very much. But when I had a newly sharpened pencil squeezed between my tiny fingers, the pages became the listening ears that heard my every written thought. Those pages are still my listening ears to this day. I have many journals and what happens when I reread these entries amazes me: I can feel the precise emotion I felt when I wrote that specific account.
This is why I have also enjoyed reading books and articles. The way that individuals place words and use specific words to express emotions and reactions amazes me. I feel from those words. I relate to the characters. Different authors with their different styles. No one is the same when it comes to word use. Words are incredible! No one can take the same thought or feeling and describe it the same way.
Words are personal, and that is why I love music. Some people listen to music and pay attention to the instrumentals, but that person is not me. I listen to what is being spoken. The added accompaniments add to the feelings the words provoke. Its remarkable to me how well music conveys emotions. Music has been a comfort during those times when words cannot express how I feel. In those instances, I know that someone has already been where I am and knows what to say for me. It is comforting.
I have never truly realized how powerful words can be until I have seen them affect the people closest to me, and those people were not always affected in the best of ways. I have seen my words slash at someone like a razor. I have seen tears slide down a cheek from a letter expressing my love and gratitude for them. I have seen smiles from compliments I give. I have been in conversations where we both receive verbal blows back and forth... Life is a melody of ups and downs and we are never going to write or speak the happiest of words. There will be times of verbal volcanoes where we erupt and scorching words flow and scald the ones we love. And here and now there will be times when the words seen or heard are so blissful to our eyes or ears and we become radiant to the point that the light of our happiness cannot be tied down and shines through us.
Verbal communication is hard for me and always has been. I feel like it is my life long trial. When I am trying to get an important point across it ALWAYS seems to come out wrong. There is a term that fits this problem. People call it: "word vomit" - definition = it gets on everyone but no one knows what the heck it consists of. Despite my oral word vomit problem, I keep trying. It is just so difficult because people always seem to "read" people wrong and take things the wrong way because of "tones". I know I am guilty of getting the wrong vibe because of a tone someone used... it makes everything very confusing. But hey, someday I'll get it right!
Words.
Such beautiful little creations we use every day without realizing their true power.
Words.
Such wondrous art that is emotionally evoking.
Only you can paint your own picture with the words you choose to display or speak, and those words will be remembered by those who see or hear them for forever. Because there is no one like
YOU.
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