Failing With Grace

I don't remember the day I stopped looking up at the sky. I couldn't tell you when I started wearing tennis shoes to walk in the grass, or began putting headphones in instead of listening to the happenings of the places around me. In fact, I don't recall what moment made me so cold to the world. All I can say it that my now thawing heart sees how much I changed, and I want to say I'm sorry. So I am publishing this video as a tribute to everyone who feels alone right now. Perhaps you're not even alone physically, just feeling isolated emotionally. Or, rather, you're a good distance from home or loved ones and feel the pressure of miles and the longing for home's stability. Whichever category you find yourself, know that this video speaks the truth. Without a little rain, there can be no flowers. And, in turn, nothing blooms forever, so the good days must end to. No rain, no flowers.

Dear Love’s New Owner, I hope this letter finds you well.  I don’t mean to disturb you, or distract you from your daily life, as I’m sure your schedule probably doesn’t permit for a long, drawn-out reading of a letter from the former owner of your new car. However, I do ask that you take the next two or three minutes to learn about who you’re getting. Yes, I said who. No, I’m not delusional.  Sadly, this is no Kirby or Bumble Bee story. Love doesn’t come life, nor does he save the world. But he does do good in this world, he protects what means the world to you, and is there if and when your world comes crashing down. I got Love on my 15 birthday. At that time, I was just beginning to think about hitting the roads, but the idea of car had rarely, if ever, crossed my mind. By some chance, this white convertible bug was pulled to the front of the Volkswagen of Cool Springs lot just in time for my mom to see it, fall in love, and decide that would be the car that ...

Below is a letter to all of the new things in my life: friends, family, places, and things. However; I too address this to my old friends, family, and forever home. Finally, I put forth this compelation of thoughts for all those who need peace; your broken pieces will come together, given the proper glue. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To Those Who Need This,  We  are all in a healing process. Just as plate shatters following its tumble toward Earth, we too, as humans, crack and break. Mirroring the pieces of the plate upon impact, our once whole selves disperse and scatter into the unknown. Gone but not forgotten, that is change. If a person attempts to repair this metaphorical, broken plate, pieces both of grand and microscopic proportion will be absent. Therefore, the plate, no matter how well preserved, will never be just as it was.  We adjust to what the wo...

Date: August 6, 2019 Time: 11:10 pm Location: Home "When tomorrow comes, I'll be on my own, feeling frightened of the things that I don't know. When tomorrow comes..." - Flashlight by Jessie J For those of you who know me well, or even hardly know me at all, you have heard me say in the past twelve months, "I would move in tomorrow if they would let me!", referring to my whole-hearted desire to be in college that very instant. Those words have rung true every time they've been uttered, I truly would move in tomorrow... but what happens when tomorrow is tomorrow? This is a moment every living being large or small must go through: leaving the nest. Unlike a small bird when it leaves its nest, I won't be gone forever, but I won't be back soon either. It's a hard feeling to express; one of being in a moment knowing it's not the last , but understanding the last time it will be exactly as it is. A moment like where you're sittin...

I believe this world contains a sixth sense. One where some how, some way, we know that deep down inside of us we are connected by common thoughts, ideas, or emotions. Themes that run through all of our minds and bind the human race together on a deeper level. Within each of us, there is an uncanny ability to almost read the minds of those close to us, or even ones miles away. Part of me wants to believe that's why we can sense what others are thinking, or what they wish they could say, in an instant packed full of emotion. Moments like a fight between father and son witnessed by friends; best friends turned enemies due to misunderstood rumors heard by strangers at the next table; a couple separated by blurred lines and lost love seen by all that follow their epic love story on social media. We are connect by these moments. These scenes that play out before us, intertwining the lives of strangers, friends, family, lovers.... we know what those around us are thinking by just a...

Forgive and forget. These two ideas seem synonymous in our current day and age. We forgive those who talk about us in their separate group chats, despite our instant urge to block their number. We choose to forget how their glares in the bathroom before the bell rang made us feel worthless. Constantly setting aside how the whispers were shouted in our ears in a giant game of telephone that no one asked to play. And so the cycle continues: We forgive those who hurt us, so they forget our wrongs against them. This idea of “to forgive is to forget is to do right by others” is challenged by another up and coming idea of our age, that being the delete default. What is this delete default, you might ask? This is our generation’s way of ending all communication and contact with those who do wrong with the simple click of a “block” button. With this tool at our fingertips, why do we still allow those who hurt our mental and physical well-being to be in our lives, even if their prese...