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Do not quench my fire, do not put it out.

And so, as the weather changes, so does life. The hustle and bustle came to a cease, and now it shall pick up again. Loneliness settles in like a blanket over a child being tucked into bed. Nights spent falling asleep with the love of her life have come to a halt. The bumblebee must go back in full motion, taking care of the duties that lie before her. No longer can she think of herself, but think of the end result, victory over a huge challenge. New challenges await this young one coming with the new semester: filling out scholarships, applying to online schooling, checking out another college and preparing to do paperwork and such to switch to a new location. This change will not be easy to make, however, it will be better for the two of them in the future. Negative comments make exciting things hard to deal with, the beauty in love is quench by their critical flame. The flower cannot bloom to its full potential, leaving the bud decrepit and lifeless. Dreams are put to the test, and desire and drive are put on hold. How can society be so critical? From I promise, to I will, the commitment becomes stronger but the amount of people against them is beyond imaginable. Those who support keep their flame alive, giving hope. Hope is a beautiful thing.

You may say I'm a dreamer,

but I'm not the only one.

I hope someday you'll join us,

and the world will live as one.

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.

These do not come from my pen nor my lips but come from my heart. Like others I too believe, I dream, I hope. Do not quench my fire, do not put it out. For unlike you and others, I dream without a doubt.

Embracing the weird and quirky, not-so-typical me. A New Years Resolution

As the old year rolls out and the new year rolls in, I reflect on the past 12 months. A lot has happened this year, a lot in time, a lot in my life. Looking back, I wish I would have done things differently. Not that I regret anything, because I don't, but if I had a chance to do it all over again, I would and I'd do it better.

A lot of people make "new years resolutions" that don't last. Everyone posts pictures of themselves on instagram, promising to do something this up coming year that they never got around to. "A sugar fast lasts 3 days." or "I vow to not drink any alcohol this year" which ends 2 months later out of lack of self control.

As I think about things that I want to promise myself, I think about promises I know I can keep. I've never felt comfortable with myself, because I've never been part of the majority. I feel awkward and shy, and on the outside momentum of all of my friends' lives. If something can be said to make the moment more awkward, I'm normally the person who says it. Sometimes my mouth keeps moving without thinking about what's coming out of it. In fact, if nature took it's course, I'm the one it always targets. If I have to make a resolution this new year it's that I accept myself for me. All my quirks, failures, and shortcomings, I want to accept. The times when everyone hates me, I want to love me for what they hate because that is a part of me, even if it's a weakness. I have developed this idea that I have to only love what others love about me. But I want to be okay with myself again. I want to be able to look myself in the mirror and be like, "It's gunna be a good day." I want to be the person who forgives, even if the people around me aren't worth forgiving. I want to be the person who doesn't give a crap what you think because I'm confident in myself. I want to be the kind of friend who stands up for their friends no matter the consequences. I want to live life with a purpose and drive that no one can take away from me. Without the bad days, we can never appreciate the good ones. I want to be the kind of person who doesn't care about what the number on the scale says, but more about the size of my heart. I want to focus on living life and being me, not to anyone else's standards. Because unlike our hypocritical judgmental society, God doesn't care. He's got my back and He loves me for all the things that you humans says are awful. He loves my attitude and my body shape. He created me after all.

Embrace your weirdness, embrace the person that you are. There's no shame in the color of your hair or the pigment in your skin. There's nothing to hide in the amount of piercings or tattoos that you have or the things that have gone wrong. Embrace yourself for who you are, others will come around. They'll realize that judging only makes them look bad, and not you.

So this year my resolution is this:

I'm embracing the awkward. I'm embracing the weird and the quirky and the not-so-typical me.

Giving.

I know most people these days are posting all about Christmas, Santa, and the hustle and bustle of Christmas. The whole, "You gotta be good so you can get presents" deal is really getting old. Instead of teaching your kids to be good to receive a prize, why don't we teach them that giving is better than getting?

Receiving and never giving of yourself, your talents, time, money, whatever, will never get you anywhere. Only doing things for yourself will never make you happy. I get told all the time by adults that college is the time to "live for me" and not for a boyfriend or live to other people's standards. I understand that college is the time of your life to make sometimes HUGE life decisions to better your future, but throughout our lifetime, we are trained to think, "What can I get next?"

When God sent His Son to come into this world, and save us from our sins, He wasn't getting any benefit from it. I mean, we broke His heart by disobeying His commands and destroying a perfect relationship with Him. Why would He send His one and only Son to save us, if He didn't get benefits from it? Because He's God, that's why. He loves us with an unconditional love, one that's pure, and perfect. He gave, not to receive. He wasn't thinking about Himself, but rather, the people He created. God isn't selfish, so we shouldn't be either. We should be giving, rather than looking to receive because we love people, we love the human beings that God created. We should also be giving to others out of thankfulness that God decided He wanted to save us in the first place. I mean, He is God after all, He has the power to do whatever He wants to do. But the fact is, He loves us THAT much. So we should show our love that way too.

Instead of looking to get, live to give. It's not that hard. Just look around you at all of the people hurting this Christmas. Grandpas who will be missing Grandma sitting beside them at Christmas dinner, or the wife who is anxiously waiting for her husband to come home from overseas. Perhaps it's a family who doesn't have enough to put presents under the Christmas tree for their kids, or a couple who would love to go out on a date for this Holiday but can't because they can't make ends meet, let alone go out for a movie. Take the time to ask them out for a cup of coffee, or surprise them with a gift card to their favorite restaurant. It doesn't have to be expensive, it could just be your time. Go visit with older folks in nursing homes who wish they could spend time with their family. Just take a little time out of your day to make someone else's a little brighter, a little better. God did the same for you, so go out and be a light unto the world.

Merry Christmas everyone!

#christmas #giving

Reminiscing - Just Live

It's funny to look back on time and see where your life was and where it is now and to think about where it is headed next. To see all the people you met, stupid, dumb, but fun things you did. Like the time I stole chocolate chips from the freezer (yes, just the chips, not a cookie) and managed to spill the entire container beneath the refrigerator and down the heating vent. Brilliant idea, yes? No. Was it fun? The chocolate chips sure tasted good.

Or how about the time my brother and I decided we wanted to run away? We deviously devised a plan to sneak out the back door to our tree house and then out the gate to break into what we thought was "freedom". We carefully packed up a book bag of clothing, put a yogurt in for some nutrition and headed off on our adventure. Our courage only got us to the back porch where we stared into the pitch black of the night. The night looked so eerie and our eyes were so weary, so we turned around and walked back into the house, and back to our cozy beds. We had had enough adventure for one night. Oh to embody the mind of an 8 year old again, the simplicity of it.

And I think of now, writing papers on a regular basis, managing my bank account, moving from one place to the next, my belongings always in plastic tubs with my name displayed across them in black sharpie. Labels have become my best friend to help identify what items are in which box and which box I need for which season. It's weird growing up, and moving away from everything you've ever known. It's saddening and yet exciting. Depressing yet one of the happiest moments in life. I guess all things that come in life are bitter sweet.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and relive things. Maybe I would have taken my high school years a little bit more seriously. Maybe now I wouldn't be struggling to get C's in my classes, and waking up 5 minutes before I need to be somewhere. Maybe if I had been more disciplined, more responsible, things would not have panned out the way they did. But hey, life's life, and the past is the past, it's time gone, time that hopefully has not been wasted. I blog a lot about time I've noticed. I don't know what it's about me and the word time. Perhaps I waste too much time thinking about time and thinking about how I could better use it.

Maybe I need to actually just live life instead of worrying about the list of bills I have to pay, making sure that my bank account doesn't overdraw, filling in paperwork, getting a licence, going to work, and doing all the things that normal adults do. I'm not saying that I want to party hard and hit the booze. I'm not saying that at all. In fact, I don't drink, and I probably won't drink. That's not to say that I'm against drinking because if you want to drink, go ahead, good for you, just make sure you drink in moderation. But that's completely off topic. What I'm trying to say is that I'm not a person who parties all the time, or smokes, or gets high. I'm saying that I want to enjoy life, not just survive it. I don't want to be wasting away time worrying about the next big thing to do on my check list of chores.

Instead, I want to live out my bucket list:

- learn sign language

- learn how to surf

- be in two places at once

- get a small tattoo (and I mean small, maybe on my ring finger)

- write a song and perform it

- own a horse ranch that does occupational therapy with children who have special needs.

These are only some of my "pipe dreams". Things I wish I could do but probably won't be able to. My advice for you is to not allow yourself to get into a position where you can't achieve your pipe dreams. Don't tell yourself you can't do it, because you can. Pipe dreams are only pipe dreams if you allow them to sit on the back burner of your mind. Live life and enjoy it. Reminisce over a cup of coffee and think about the future over a bowl of ice cream. Live a little, laugh a lot. Love with everything you have. I think that that should be my slogan. No, but seriously, just live.

#justlive life childhoodmemories

Questions.

I've been wrestling with some things lately, big life decisions. Yes, I'm human, I struggle just like everyone else does. What i've been struggling with could potentially determine my fate. It's not a life or death question, but it decides which path I go down, which path I choose to follow. I wish life could be simple again.

I'm struggling with this question: What is the difference between honoring and respecting a person and allowing them to run your life for you? What is the difference between showing someone respect and allowing them to make life choices for you? How do you tell them that you love them and respect their opinion that you have your own? What happens when the people that you love most shut you out on one of the most important decisions of your life? How do you react? How should I react?

I know it's a lot of questions, but when starting my blog, I told you I was going to be real. This is the real me. Full of questions, lots of questions without answers. Questions I want answered. Give yourself time to answer your biggest questions, wrestle through them. Don't let yourself settle for questions unanswered.

God's been teaching me a lot lately. He's taught me that I need to quit fearing life but to trust him and just live it. He's taught me to enjoy the little things in life because those are the things that will bring you contentment, joy, and peace. Sometimes we don't always have the right answer, and sometimes we may feel really overwhelmed with what's going on in our lives. But he's taught me that no matter what happens, He's ultimately in control and He only wants what's best for us. Life is just borrowed time, something He's lent us. It's up to us to use it for His glory. I've also learned that He places certain people in our lives to help us through the good and the bad times, and we should never take them for granted. He's blessed me with amazing best friends, and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. I'm blessed with a family, that even though we don't always get along, loves me with everything they have, and I love them just as much. He's taught me that sometimes I need to take a break from all the chaos and just sit in silence, to take everything in and to enjoy life. Sometimes the best prayers are those of silence. He whispers to His child, "Be still and know that I am God."

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Darling, you're beautiful. Don't let human beings tell you that you are anything less than that. Don't allow them to make you jump through hoops that you weren't meant to jump through. Don't back down about what you believe and stand up for yourself. Stay strong, and stay beautiful, just the way you were created. Most importantly, BE YOU.

#younggirl #stayyou

Nature.

This weekend, for the first time ever. I went hunting. No, I didn't kill anything, and no, I didn't shoot off a gun, but I did walk through the woods dressed in camouflage (something which I love very much mind you), and I did get to see a doe prancing around in the forest. I also got to hang out with a group of friendly cows, pet some dogs, and make ornaments. There's something about living out in the country, something that cannot be replaced. Something about getting up early at 5 a.m. in the morning just to watch the sunset, walk through the woods and become one with nature. Now I'm not some environmentalist freak, but I will say that the feeling that you get from being in the woods with friends, silently walking the woods, is irreplaceable. Peace flows like a river through your soul, putting away the fears and anxieties of the day, worries and troubles of tomorrow. I think that's why God created it for us. To get away. It's a retreat for the mind and the soul, restoring and refreshing us and allowing us to take a break from the concrete paved world of which I do not wish to belong. I could do without the hustle and bustle of college life, I hate suits, and I'm not going into business as a major because I want to work for a big company. I want a business degree to open up my own restaurant in a small town to bring people together, a small town of people who know the land like the back of their hand and love it with all of their heart. People who work hard everyday to keep the clothes on their back. Those are the people that these "famous" people should look to.

The farmer. He can plow and plant, raise and kill, he can provide for himself and his family as well as food for the rest of the world. He is underestimated and not valued the way he should be. The same way our soldiers are underestimated and undervalue. That makes me more angry than anything in the whole wide world. They slave and give their lives away to keep this precious land that God has created and given to us, the farmers, the country folk, to take care of. We undervalue them, we forget to thank them for their sacrifice. So to all of the soldiers families out there tonight, I'm praying for you. My heart is with you. I want to thank you as well for sacrificing your lives to love the men and women to fight and sacrifice day after day to continue to give me the freedom I have to walk God's country. Freedom isn't free and I am beyond grateful to you and your loved ones for the sacrifices that you do every single day, every day when you wake up in the morning.

So when you walk through the woods, think of them. Think of the soldier, the farmer, who make sacrifices every day for you and for me. Think of God and the beauty He created. His all powerful hands sculpted and put together this wonderful place that we call home.

The earth. The earth is wonderful. The red clay and red rock of canyons so vast a majestic we can't even imagine. The green of the trees, brown for the earth that we walk on. Pay attention to it. Allow yourself to become lost in wonder and awe. Take the time to be quiet and to just be silent. Allow God to speak to you, and His Spirit to empower you. Nature. Nature is a beautiful thing. Don't abuse it.

#nature #soldiers #soldier #farmer #beauty

Steal Time

As the semester drags on I find myself beyond excited that I only have a week and a half of classes left. I sit in class, my ears automatically drowning out the words of the teacher before me. My mind wanders off to the things I will accomplish over break: Work 6 days a week, go to drivers ed at night, schedule my driving test, get ready for the next semester. Time seems to be traveling so fast, faster than I want it to. I don't have enough time to do the things I want to, the things I should do, things that will set me up for the future. My brain feels like it's on overload, and maybe you don't want to read about it, but it's nice having a place where I can just drown everything else out and let my brain spill all the things that it's thinking about, and let it travel through my finger tips. I'm being real, I'm being me. You won't get a watered down version of what I think or what I believe because I don't think that holding back my opinion will get me anywhere in life. There's no reason for me to hold back what I believe in. I'll stand up for and defend it with my life. How do you get your brain to stop? I feel like I'm always thinking. The tick of the clock runs through my mind as I think of the endless list of things I need to do. This morning alone I wrote two papers, I'm working on a third. I have paperwork to fill in, meetings to go to, laundry to do, a room to clean, give the dog a bath, finish building my hope chest, make dinner, etc. Then tomorrow I'll wake up and get dressed, go to an observation, and come back and do more work. I know I say this a lot, but steal little moments. By that I mean, don't let the craziness and business of the world steal you away from God and from quiet time with yourself and memories with your loved one. Make the most of every opportunity. I love being busy and I love spending time with the love of my life, friends, and my family. I love talks with my mom, and going to the movies with my man. But I can't let business and the tick of the clock make me miss out on these things, or allow me to miss out on quiet time to myself and with God. Sometimes I take quiet times by taking a bath, putting on a movie and watching by myself, reading my Bible, or sitting outside watching the sunset or the stars. Give yourself quiet time. You'll find yourself a lot better rested, and better prepared to tackle the next big thing. Silence, Quiet, Rest. Steal time.

A Dream Deferred What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes

Don't. Stop. Dreaming.

Am I crazy to dream and to want to see those dreams come true? Is it insane for me to want to accomplish my dreams? This country KILLS the idea of the American dream. But I refuse to allow some stupid government to send my ideas and desires and dreams up in smoke. I have a drive so powerful and so strong that no one can stop me now. I'd love to own a bar and grill, have my own horse and live out in the country? Are those things too much to ask for? No. I can do it. Do you have dreams? Don't give up on them. People will tell you that they're unreasonable, that they're only going to be fulfilled in the future. But don't let their sly little words creep into the crevices of your mind. Do not allow negativity to pull you down. Do the unthinkable and prove them all wrong. That's why I hate it so much when someone tells me I don't know what I'm talking about and that I haven't "lived life" yet. Trust me, I have lived life. I know what it's like to live in pain, hoping that the next day is just a little bit better than the day before, struggling to survive each day. Don't live life that way, it's not worth. Look for beauty in the rising sun, it's oranges and peach and yellow warmth greeting you. Smile when you see a rose or a daisy, allow each little thing to bring you joy. And fight. Don't ever allow someone to tell you that you can't do something. Pick up a couple extra jobs to make ends meet, and make a change everyday and promise yourself you'll meet your dreams. Without goals and dreams in life, you can't get anywhere. You'll sit on your lazy butt all day long and get fat. That's not how things are changed. I promise if you do that, your whole life will crumble underneath your feet. Let life surprise you and work with everything you have. Never let anyone quench the flame, and just keep working at life. I promise it won't let you down. Dreams are not dreams differed. Dreams are meant to be dreamed. So lay down anxiety and fear and become bold like a lion, soar like the eagle, and take you dreams to flight.

I'm a restless girl from a red dirt town Like a tumbleweed I rolled right out The wind will bring me back around Cause' I'm a restless girl from a red dirt town There's a burning deep down in my soul Like a field on fire out of control Lights my way when I'm far from home Yes there's a burning deep down in my soul And I don't know what's down the road from here But I can only hope it's something good If love is to be my compass Then I'm fine with what's to come Cause' part of knowing where I'm going Is knowing where I'm from.

Danielle Bradbery

Life of Impact

I've noticed that my posts on tumblr continue to get longer and longer and longer. They tend to be little rambles about things that inspire me or things that motivate me, anger me, confuse me. Why does life have to be so hard? Why is the sky blue or the grass green? I find myself thinking a lot lately. That and doing laundry, cleaning my room, and watching Master Chef, wishing that I could be cooking in the kitchen. They way these people cook a pan seared steak is phenomenal. Perhaps someday my skills will end up that good. Right now I'm sitting in the library. The quietness brings me uneasiness. It's not the quiet I like to be surrounded with. It's interrupted by occasional whispers and pages turning. The quiet I like to drown myself in, is the quietness of nature. The way the grass rustles in the wind, or the birds chirping from their lofty peaks. I'm trying to get motivated to write. Write something, write anything. Specifically Galileo. The words don't come from my fingers easily and my brain is slaving away trying to find good bits of information I can write a paper about. I missed a meeting with a Professor this afternoon. My forgetfulness gets in my way of living the life I was called to lead. Forgetfulness, and papers. Speaking of leading a life of impact, I had an encouraging conversation with one of my girl friends. We haven't been friends long, but this particular conversation last night inspired me to reach for the stars. We read through Hebrews 11, talking about faith. God calls us to lead a life of impact, whether or not we see the light at the end of the tunnel. We talked about college, classes, our boyfriends, and how these things all tie into the plan that God had called us to pursue. Sometimes it's difficult for me to see the purpose in a higher education. I could start working at a store, not be in debt, and eventually get promoted, right? But then I think about my passions, my dreams. I can't buy horses or own my own business without knowing something owning a business, right? God's teaching me patience, and to be patient. It's difficult, and sometimes I wish things went my way in my own time. But God whispers into my heart, "Daughter, my love, be patient, I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm setting you up for a fantastic life. Just trust me, and through my Spirit I will guide you, and empower you to be able to do more than you can possibly think or imagine. The road may not always be easy, but just keep your eyes on me, and if you fall, I'll catch you. I'll heal your heavy heart, and bring you joy and life again. I love you with everything that I have and I can't wait to see what you can do through Me." The more I hear His whispers, the more I listen to His voice, the more comforted I am. I know that even if this isn't the right college for me, He'll bring me to it. I can't wait until the day He tells me that it's time to marry my best friend. It's so amazing to already know who that person is and how each and everyday, God's showing me why he placed the man in my life that He did. I can't wait to start my ministry and to be able to serve other people. While I am waiting for these things, I need to remember that God also needs me to encourage and inspire others right now. He doesn't want me to wait until tomorrow to start, He wants me to start today. This minute, this hour. I just want to make a difference, in one person's life. If I follow His lead, God's going to use me to do amazing things.

God's calling me to lead a life of impact. What's he calling you to?

#lifeofimpact

Words.

Words. Such crazy little things, things that can be used to kill and destroy or to build up. Letters are strung together, and are often underestimated. The history of words are phenomenal. You know, I'd love to sit someday, a rainy dreary day, and just read through a dictionary. Askew, antebellum, tentacular. Just listen to the sound. Don't think about the denotations or connotations, just listen to the words. Listen to the ring that they make in your ear. They pop, fizzle, and crackle, creating a song so beautiful and so rich, nothing can describe anything like it. Words can be strung together in harmony to bring about a beautiful message, our thrown together like a bowl of soup, not really belonging together, but tasting wonderful. Don't ask me where I get these ideas about words, they just come to me. That's something that's wonderful about writing. I just allow these letters and words to flow through my mind into my fingers and into the keys. When I write, I just let the words come to me, the ideas and the letters. It's not something I think about all day, I just sit and write write write away. I love the parallels and contrasts that one can create with words. Synonyms, antonyms, and words that have the same sound but different meanings. Pragmatic, disposition, opportunity, didactic, paradigm, comradery. Words. I love poetry for the sake of words. They paint a beautiful picture that can be painted into your imagination. Think about the glistening dew drops on a flower in the morning, or a bright blue blue bird sitting on its perch high up in an apple tree. The red red apples shine like the cheeks of a happy child, and the scent of fall is in the air. Waterfalls cascade over rocks of blue and grey, autumn leaves show an array of color. William Shakespeare, Rudyard Kipling, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allan Poe, and many more are craftsmen and women with words. They have a way of weaving them into a beautiful tapestry of language, a feat I could never manage let alone conquer. However, I shall warn you about words. The harm that words can bring. Be careful in choosing your words. Speak and write wisely. Once these words are spoken or put on paper, they can never be taken back. Once thought, and put into action, words can damage beyond belief. Words can destroy people, cities, nations. So be wise with your words. Use them to build others up, and to praise the One who made us. That's what He would want us to do. Breath. Laugh. Dream. "Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use them for good, because the only words you'll regret more than the ones left unsaid, are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone." But don't live your life regretting the fact that you didn't say something that you wish you had. "Say it to them, or say it to the mirror. Say it in a letter you'll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could've, but it's too late. There is a time for silence. There is a time for waiting you turn. But if you know how you feel and you so clearly know what you need to say you'll know it. I don't think you should wait. I think you should speak now."

#words beauty speaknow #t.s.

Tick Tock Goes the Clock

I hear the tickety tock of the clock and time tick tick ticks away. So much precious time ticks on and on and on. We are such sedentary creatures. We sit and we waste away the days. I'd like to know what happened back in the good old days whenever men and women slaved endless hours to prepare food to put on the table. Plowing, seeding, harvesting, milking the cows and churning butter. Washing clothes by hand and hanging them up to dry. Some days I think I was born in the wrong era. I have such a passion for being a stay at home mom, and cleaning and cooking all day long. Call me absurd but I love home life. I love creating new and interesting foods, cleaning and dusting, and my favorite: laundry. I love gathering together shirts and jeans that smell like a week's worth of hard work, and putting them into that wonderful machine. The way the laundry detergent smells as I pour it into the dispenser reaches my nose and makes me think about spring. Wet clothes are then dried, and warm dry clothes are folded into piles to be put away. I love the scents of clean cotton and apple pie baking in the oven. I would much rather wash dishes by hand than use a dishwasher. Warm soapy water and a sponge dance across silverware and dishes, cleaning them one by one. A towel is used to dry them and neatly stack them back into the places where they belong. I would love to be able to do these things in my own house and on my own time. People always tell me that my college years are the years to do something for me. Well for me, this is it. I can't wait to be able to take my dog for a walk in the morning, do housework for the rest of the morning and early afternoon go into work. Customers always greet me with a smile and some of the regulars recognize me. We easily strike off conversation and they enjoy a meal and they leave me knowing I have fulfilled my goal: to make someone else's day just a little bit better, a little brighter. Before I know it it's time for me to go home. I take the back roads for they are what give me peace after a long, tiring, and fun day at work. I pull in the driveway and set my keys on the table and prepare dinner, then snuggle up to the fire with a good book. Up on the mantle I hear the tick tick tickety tock of the clock as time tick tick ticks away. My advice to you? Don't let the clock just tick. Don't let that dreadful sound of time just ring in your ears. Do something with it. Be productive, live life for the one who created you. Pray without ceasing, and live life to the fullest. Don't live life to the tick tick tickety tock of the clock, for you'll tick tock your time away.

Dare to Be Different

The day begins. The cool crisp air brushes my face and my feet take me to the places that I must go. Little ears are awaiting to hear a story, waiting for a teacher who is late to class. Yet, I'm writing this post. Such intriguing and intellectual bits of truth come out of the mouths of these babes. They are always willing to learn, to grow. As the day progresses I find my mind wander. Wandering here, and there. I often think too much. I think and over think, and think again. The time on the clock ticks, and days pass before my eyes. I hate being underestimated, told that I can't do something just because I'm young. Age doesn't matter. Time doesn't matter. I want to make a difference, I want to make a change. Don't underestimate my abilities. Before I was born, the doctor's predicted that I might be mentally retarded, not able to walk, have disabilities. Look at me now. Besides my clumsy personality and my chunky body, I have no mental disabilities. Granted, I could use to lose a few pounds, work out more often, become stronger physically. But my character, my heart, you'll find none like mine. Recently, i've had a lot of time to think about my high school experience and what I would have done differently. Girls, don't get yourself into relationships at too young of an age, I promise you'll regret it. There's something to be said for the people who go through abusive relationships, verbally and physically abuse relationships. People like me. It makes you stronger, and changes your character. You become less trusting, more self-conscious, and not willing to let people in. But despite these crippling effects, dare to let yourself shine, to let people in, to knock down walls. They say you can't do it, well prove them wrong. Do something they said you never could. Stay beautiful and stay pure. Outshine your competitors and dare to be different.

Freedom.

It's the middle of the night, the only sounds are those of the keyboard and the wind, whistling it's tune. My mind travels across the page, across the globe, dreaming, waiting, waiting ever so patiently. Waiting for what? you may ask. Waiting for life to begin. Waiting for a chance to breathe. Waiting for a chance to take off into flight. You see, I'm a bird, caged, tamed. A bird so confined and constricted. I am no longer allowed to sing my song, to show my colors. Red, aggression and passion are hidden by the world. Instead, ivory peaks, a symbol of quietness and calm. Green is taken over by grey, turquoise by black. A bird of color no longer holds its meaning to life. When can I begin my life beyond the constraints of society? When can I begin to build my own home and a place for me to live? I am so held back by so many things. I am fighting, crying, pushing. What bird desires to live like this? "As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke. As long as you love me, I'll be your platinum, I'll be your silver, I'll be your gold. As long as you love me.We're under pressure, seven billion people in the world trying to fit in. Keep it together, smile on your face even though your heart is frowning. We both know it's a cruel world, but I'll take my chances." As long as you love me, I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I am willing to pay the price. The price is never too high for freedom, too high to be free.

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