i've been thinking a lot about that article i posted on sunday. love chooses us.
basically, what's been running a marathon in my head is how the story is never really over. it's not defined by the small bursts of good stories in the middle. it's created and it's constantly being created.
like today. i was in the wilk. there was a pre-black friday sale in the bookstore, so i'd been jostled around by way too many people looking at board games and overpriced chocolate. i sat in the cougareat and decided to sketch. (mostly because it was during my sketchbook class hour and i was supposed to be sketching.)
this lady and her husband were sitting at the table i decided to sketch. right as i began, she stood up and walked off and i saw her husband sitting there. he was old. not real old, but old. white hair and lots of plaid old.
i sketched him. and his plaid. and as i fell in love with the situation and thought about me and parker when we're in the lots of plaid old stage, his wife came back with two ice cream cones.
one for him. one for her.
and they sat there! eating it together! she in her really big pink sweater and him in his plaid. and i thought, "you've just gotta make every little moment part of your story."
like eating ice cream in the cougareat.
or listening to mat kearney when november weather is happening in august.
Showing posts with label realizations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label realizations. Show all posts
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Saturday, October 30, 2010
quelquefois
sometimes i wonder if my entire life is based upon me waiting to make a decision. and i feel like sometimes it is.
but i also feel like sometimes it doesn't have to be.
like when you're laughing at a wind symphony, watching the bassoonist and the flautist, wondering about the extent of the damage to the inward recesses of your heart, discovering slowly how [it] really affected you, and trying to decide what the next step should be.
that's when you stop. when the music stops. when the laughing stops. when you're pinned in a void of silence. and that's when you decide that decisions don't have to be made. that life drives itself when you give it a chance.
sometimes i feel like that's the best decision to make.
but i also feel like sometimes it doesn't have to be.
like when you're laughing at a wind symphony, watching the bassoonist and the flautist, wondering about the extent of the damage to the inward recesses of your heart, discovering slowly how [it] really affected you, and trying to decide what the next step should be.
that's when you stop. when the music stops. when the laughing stops. when you're pinned in a void of silence. and that's when you decide that decisions don't have to be made. that life drives itself when you give it a chance.
sometimes i feel like that's the best decision to make.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Smell of wine and cheap perfume
About a week ago, I walked out of my apartment to head to my humanities class, and right when I stepped onto my porch, I heard some music from somewhere. I looked around, kind of confused as to where it was coming from, when I realized that the guy walking down the sidewalk in front of my apartment had the song "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey playing full blast on a phone or something that had a speaker on it, so everybody could hear it. Honestly, I thought it was the coolest thing ever. It was almost empowering, to say the least. It was like he had is own theme music going down the street....like when Rocky goes running up those steps and the Rocky theme is blaring in the background, but not quite as cliché.
Then, today, while I was doing some procrastinated homework in the front room, the sound of the piano next door came through our paper thin walls (a common occurrence in our apartment...although the piano music is usually really pretty...much better than our loud TV that I'm sure they hear until 2 AM). I stopped what I was doing and listened closely, because I knew I'd heard the song before. After about three seconds of intent listening, I realized that it was none other than "Don't Stop Believing". Again...I thought this was freakin' awesome.
I've always had this special connection to the song. In my art class in 9th grade, my art teacher would play all sorts of music. Most of the time he played the scores to the latest epic movies, including Pirates of the Caribbean and Lord of the Rings. But, occasionally, he would pop in Journey. Now, growing up with all sorts of '70s and '80s bands (including KISS, Styx, Queen, etc.), I had heard Journey a few times, but I didn't really start liking them until that art class. "Don't Stop Believing" incorporated itself into my life as this pick-me-up song (I need those, occasionally, when I'm feeling really crappy about things). It also got more engrained into my soul when I had my little summer "romance" after the 10th grade, and then went to the Journey concert with my dad a few months after that (Coolest. Thing. Ever. We went to the concert in a limo because I have rich family that I don't ever talk to and he bought us AMAZING tickets and rented a limo. Rad stuff.).
Plus, this song just kind of hits me right now (ya, I'm going to get cheesy for a second...allow me my moment). I'm stressing over finals and assignments and all sorts of things, and in all honesty, I gotta keep thinking that things are okay. I can't stop believing that things are going to be okay (ya...I just said that...mock all you want, I don't care). On top of that, I just need to remember that I can't stop believing with other situations in my life as well.
So, here's to awesome songs from the '80s...here's to things working out in life (they always do...even if things take a while to work out, they always do)....and here's to not dying during finals.
Then, today, while I was doing some procrastinated homework in the front room, the sound of the piano next door came through our paper thin walls (a common occurrence in our apartment...although the piano music is usually really pretty...much better than our loud TV that I'm sure they hear until 2 AM). I stopped what I was doing and listened closely, because I knew I'd heard the song before. After about three seconds of intent listening, I realized that it was none other than "Don't Stop Believing". Again...I thought this was freakin' awesome.
I've always had this special connection to the song. In my art class in 9th grade, my art teacher would play all sorts of music. Most of the time he played the scores to the latest epic movies, including Pirates of the Caribbean and Lord of the Rings. But, occasionally, he would pop in Journey. Now, growing up with all sorts of '70s and '80s bands (including KISS, Styx, Queen, etc.), I had heard Journey a few times, but I didn't really start liking them until that art class. "Don't Stop Believing" incorporated itself into my life as this pick-me-up song (I need those, occasionally, when I'm feeling really crappy about things). It also got more engrained into my soul when I had my little summer "romance" after the 10th grade, and then went to the Journey concert with my dad a few months after that (Coolest. Thing. Ever. We went to the concert in a limo because I have rich family that I don't ever talk to and he bought us AMAZING tickets and rented a limo. Rad stuff.).
Plus, this song just kind of hits me right now (ya, I'm going to get cheesy for a second...allow me my moment). I'm stressing over finals and assignments and all sorts of things, and in all honesty, I gotta keep thinking that things are okay. I can't stop believing that things are going to be okay (ya...I just said that...mock all you want, I don't care). On top of that, I just need to remember that I can't stop believing with other situations in my life as well.
So, here's to awesome songs from the '80s...here's to things working out in life (they always do...even if things take a while to work out, they always do)....and here's to not dying during finals.
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