I’ve often been told that I need a good dose of reality. People think that because I’m so optimistic and idealistic that I’m also a little naive and must be slapped in the face with “the way things really are”, or “the real world”. What they fail to realize is that I choose to look at life through rose-colored glasses.As I get older I realize that people don’t really reach for that one elusive goal of being truly happy within themselves because it is so much harder to obtain than you would think. I’m an observer which means I don’t really say much but I do see a lot. I watch people and their actions what they say and do. I read them basically like I would a book and most of the people I have come in contact with in my life are not where they can be in life.Maybe it’s not my place to say that but I see so much potential in them they can be so much happier so much more accomplished if they weren’t so stuck in the reality of their situation.
My plan is to gain as much experiences as possible both good and bad, learn as much as I want, travel as much as I can,give as much as I am able, make as much people as I can happy, and then settle somewhere on an island or somewhere really serene where I can hang my clothes to dry on a line and walk barefoot practically anywhere. When I’m asked what I want to do with my life and I reply with this answer I’m met with a confused look and then a laugh when they realize that I’m serious. No degree? No proper career goals??That’s insane! How can you have such a careless attitude towards life? I get that last question a lot. Those are truly my only goals. If I meet just one of them I’ll be satisfied. You know those moments in life when you realize that nothing will ever be the same with you again? I’ve recently had one of those moments and this is when those I reach out to shove reality down my throat. I refuse to give credence to it. My reality is whatever I make it. And as I continue to live and make decisions I’ll persist with my unjaded view of life no matter how difficult it will be, and hope that as time goes on I never lose it.
I didn’t realize until today that there were male and female pine cones and that they are actually the reproductive parts of pine trees. The male,which is smaller,and called microstrobilus grows on the lower part of the pine tree. They reproduce by the wind blowing the pollen from the male into the females who by the way have a much cooler name (megastrobilus) and live on the upper parts of the tree.( Insert shameless female empowerment speech here) Anyway the sad part is once they fall off the tree they are dead. On the brighter side they can still be used to make awesome crafts! So the take away from this is everything in nature is beautiful and most of it has a purpose. Oh and let’s try to preserve it as best we can please.
Peace and love 
A place of comfort and solitude
A sweet relief from exhaustion
A place for inner reflection
An opportunity to share conversation and companionship
Or just a bench?
So blind and preoccupied
hidden beneath layers and layers is what?
that thing that you’ve been searching for
it’s here and there and in this place
The redundancy of every decision
of every turn and stop and go
this winding twisting path or road
but fear its end so turn
and stop
and turn again
it’s here
that thing that you’ve been searching for
It’s found
beneath layers and layers
it’s there
But oh so blind and preoccupied
Well today was the unavoidable laundry day and it quickly became apparent that the washing machine had finally decided to join alliance with the other battered apparatuses that were on strike in our humble abode.
It all worked out for the best though because I happen to love laundromats which is strange if you think too hard about it… which you shouldn’t. I love many strange things. Although there were many other attractive buildings and such to photograph I decided on this one because I think it has the most character, if that makes sense to anyone but myself.
