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Damn, those memories are RAW!
The weight of social tensions felt is a reminder that this heart is functioning, but I often forget that the weights of the world aren't mine to carry.
Even if all I got was my Saturdays back, then that alone would have made this more than worth it!
Money didn’t make me, so why should I worship it?
What’s better?
Being showered upon with super high energy and tons of good intentions that fall unfortunately short
Or
Knowing and having concrete proof that your presence was anticipated and prepared for more than sufficiently?
I wish I could think of a song about nostalgia because in moments like these I just wanna belt one out and release the crazy slew of emotions I feel.
I guess this will have to do for now.
Obedience aligns our hearts with God’s and opens the door for Him to become our magnificent obsession.
An ode to Ridgely and his guitar
All I’ve been seeing lately is summertime.
I just can’t get it out of my head.
And, Ridgely, you were the picture of peaceful summer,
Standing under the glowing lamppost, strumming your guitar.
I don’t know why I half expected to see a tip jar by your feet...
I guess my first thought wasn’t that you were just strumming for yourself.
It feels like hardly anyone has that luxury right now,
To do something just for them,
For their own enjoyment and self care.
This college isn’t really the place for self care, huh?
But I enjoyed it.
I really did.
As I walked by and heard your beautiful notes for just a few seconds, I felt that joyous feeling of summer peace.
You didn’t even look up as I walked by, you were so entranced by your own music.
Maybe you did it for us too,
For the rest of us restless students, hungry for a break.
Hungry for a pause.
And even though I didn’t pause physically for you there, Ridgely, know that you made me pause mentally.
Somehow, your magical strumming snapped me out of the hyper focus I so often find myself in when surrounded by so much school.
Your music widened my perspective for at least a minute.
It reminded me of the joyous summer relaxation I will get to experience in just a few weeks.
But not yet.
How I wish I could join you, Ridgely,
But I have rhetoric to do.
When did we let evil become stronger than us?
Let the freedom to fail give you the hope to fight.
Don't indulge your ego at the expense of your soul.
GET. OFF. THE. INTERNET.
And just breathe.
Now Yells Louder,
But later lasts longer.
"If you crave someone else's life, remember you must trade for it all."
NOT
Living the perceived life of someone else is ^ why I'm here.
Life usually only makes sense when you look backwards
Forgive me for not wanting to get caught up in meaningless conversation