No Doubt

Pretty sure no one follows these things. I mean, I don't mind so much because I do them for me.

I have to admit, though, it would be nice if someone other than my mom read these posts. I'm just going to keep writing, though.

I started these because I interviewed a professor at my college who said writing a blog was awesome. So, I started one. I don't keep up with it too much, so I'm going to try harder to write in this at least three or four times a week. It helps me think.

It's hard to get thoughts and put them into words. Usually, I write poetry or draw. Everything that is in my head when those two things happen can come out and be free. I guess that kind of happens in these blogs as well, which is pretty cool. I don't really try to make these interesting, because they are my thoughts, but I hope they are sometimes fun to read.

I follow other people's blogs as well. I like to read about what other people think is interesting. What one coins as the term "interesting" may be completely different than what I think. It's a social norm type of thing. If you grew up around the beach, you aren't going to think that the ocean is interesting or that the beach is different and new, but someone from Georgia may think so. So many different events and situations and just objects hold completely different meanings to all types of people.

That's my little bit of information for the day. What is interesting to you?

bowling is interesting to me!

Today's the Day

I've always felt as though I did not belong where I was. Not even much of it had to do with where I was physically, but more so my mental and emotional location. In coming to college, I've finally found a place where I belong.

I feel like that's a problem when teenagers are growing up. The unknown between finding friends and becoming acclimated with life creates a sort of in-between for an individual. I was there for a long time. Many of the people I was close with did not understand this mindset.

It was no one's fault, only an internal problem I had to overcome myself. For a while, it was easy for me to suppress those emotions, and now, I can finally say that all of those feelings have dissipated and I feel at peace, at ease with my self, and content with where I am at life.

Sure, it may have taken me a little bit longer than most, but at least I'm here. At first, I didn't think I was really accomplishing much of anything, but now, I feel like everything I'm doing is meaningful and important to the path that my life is taking.

It's a seriously awesome feeling!

Everyone who has helped me along the way and is in my life now has truly helped me get here. I would not be who I am today without those people.

Just in case anyone was wondering, and was going through something such as this or is going through something like this recently, just know you're not alone.

You may feel out of the loop now, but don't worry, life suddenly just seems to fall into place.

Even though

Yeah. I'm positive that no one reads my blogs. That's all right, though. I just like to share my thoughts sometimes. If someone happens to read it, and their day gets a little better, well, that's all right with me.

Have you ever experienced something quite as extraordinary as a lightning storm? I witnessed one today with a friend while returning to my dorm after a run. It was exquisite. Lightning, I feel, is just this amazing occurrence. Do you know what it does when it hits sand? It can create glass. Amazingly twisted, beautiful glass.

It lights up a dark sky. It is jagged like a scar in the black night, yet as beautiful as a painter's charred burn across a canvas. To me, it is this mysterious event that leaves me in awe every time I witness it. I really can't explain how I feel when I see it.

It's almost like life itself. Beautiful and quick as a flash. It's something that is bright and non-linear and can either create something amazing or cause destruction. It strikes almost anywhere, and is hot and electric and  sudden.

Jeez, I could go on. Lightning is how I want to live my life. To me, lightning is life. It leaves its mark.

I hope to do the same. Leave my ashen burn on the ground and have people wonder about me for years to come. Wonder where I came from, how fast I came, and if I'll ever return in the same spot again.

I guess these blogs are a good thing.