what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
9:56:00 AMbop to the top
Saturday, July 29, 2006
if there was a point in my life when i felt that 'enough was enough', this was it. sure, i was angry at first but then i realised that there wasn't any point to being angry, for things would never change. it's either i accept it and tolerate a little longer or i could just let go. i guess the pain will still be there and i'll be just as sore. but in a few years, i'ld probably just look back and laugh.
life's like that i guess.
you have no way in knowing its course but you have to deal with what brewing storm is being thrown at you with as much dignity and self-control that you can muster. there will be times when all you want to do is to blow up and smash that darn sail into smitherins. eventually though, you'll learn to pick up the pieces and move on, even with that torn sail and a huge gaping hole in your boat. for by then, you'll be appreciating the wind in your hair, the spray of salt water in your eyes while at the same time, looking out for precious land, so that you can rebuild that old faithful boat of yours.
no one ever said that friendship was easy- part of the bargain is learning to tolerate and accept.
it's hard but i'm still learning though. i'm still learning.
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer’s day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple;
When all you knew were colours, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes,
but that didn't bother you,
because you didn't know what you didn't know
and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy
because you were blissfully unaware of all the things
that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair.
That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life
and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to live simple again.
I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes,
mountains of paperwork, depressing news,
how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank,
doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word,
truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind,
and making angels in the snow.
So . . .
here's my chequebook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements.
I am officially resigning from adulthood.
And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause...
"Tag! You're it."