my eyes are brown and always have been, but when it rains they turn green. When I get bored I often stare off to the side of a light and unfocus my eyes to stretch the light rays. Glen Hansards songs depict my life. My hair falls to one side and nothing will stop it. Ive been through many forms of art.
I was very dedicated artist during high school, but it all stopped when I started college. I did make a logo for my brothers fixi-bike club, but that’s really it. I know that I loose strength as an artist each time I pick up one of my guitars, yet I play them and seem to forget the joy of art and the process that happens with each creation and Idea. It’s a talent I need to renew ASAP. My art took me places; it brought friends and all sorts of opportunities. Guitar hasn’t done anything for me really, Im just an average guitar player. Seems like its been a good distraction when my life feels like its been shoved into a blender. So it has been a good thing that I can fall back on when things rant so great. But I remember that my days of art were happy. I felt free, it felt natural, and never felt like there was a need to learn. With guitar I have to learn so many things to make something come out of a piece of wood. Both hands have to be in sink, one has to be in rhythm and the other has to be one step ahead to catch the sound of each strum or finger pick. It hasn’t been natural and playing has been a struggle since day one. Its just saddening how I let something so natural be replaced by something that hasn’t been natural.
I fly complicated kites in the windy season, some pull hard and others do tricks. One is a four string trick kite and so far I am the only one that can fly it and know what I’m doing. Not trying to brag, its just another natural thing that came to me, with no training or assistance.
I’ve been growing daisy’s since January and still no flowers. As of now I'm down to just one surviving daisy, which is currently infested with ants. I’m not sure what to do...
My love life never went anywhere from high school till now. I’ve learned a lot from these drips of water from the faucet of love. Some have been completely stupid and I laugh at those memories at times. And then I get to my more recent experiences from the time I turned 20. I had a couple of experiences, both let me know what its like to be loved, to be seeked by someone. The feeling of being loved is wonderful, and when it runs out there is nothing more painful. Overcoming someone is a great feeling of relief; it always feels good to stand on your own two feet. I laugh at myself because I feel cursed because of the lack of experience and the lack of interest girls my age give. Or even if there is something special with someone, there are always things that get in the way. I often wonder how I would deal with these things without the gospel. I always find comfort in the scriptures. I’ve been blessed beyond imagination up to this point, its amazing that there is more in store for me if I continue to press forward and follow our Savior with all my might. I just know that there is someone out there preparing them self for me, who will seek to be with me for who I am. “Someday”, like I always say.
My timing has just been terrible. I really don’t feel in my prime. I’m sure I will once I get back in 2 years. I just don’t want to come back completely changed. I’m afraid I’ll come back cocky, and fearless. Which is all good, but its a trait that really gets on my nerves, which is why I’m not cocky or stuck up with pride. Its something I really dislike and never wish to become.
So I have been rambling and being random for the past 20 min. Not really a Blog but hey Its me right?
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