Days slip through my fingers like sand through an hourglass.
Scratch that-
The greatest things in life are those that come to us naturally, as though it demands our recognition among the infinite possibilities available to us. I find the possibilities are limitless, and I must recognize what makes me truly happy.
And so I recognize a gap in my life. Where I once allowed the words of my life escape my lips (or fingertips) at an easy ebb and flow, I have for the past couple of years just allowed them to jumble up in my mind. Through the days I've spread a few words across a page, but never really allowed myself that opportunity again, for simple irrational fear. Fear that my words are only those of destructive discontented youth. And reflecting on the writings of my past, I tend to recognize thoughts I'd rather not have included in my histories. But one doesn't go through life regretting experiences, and I never will. I wouldn't trade those words for anything in the world, they are the purest experiences of the days of my youth; a youth I am beginning to grow through and with. As I approach my twentieth year, I hope to find a more complete presentation of what it means to be conscious off the fleeting joys and tribulations of this life. Most importantly, I'd like to explore the inner workings of what I perceive to be my soul (Yes, here is the beginning and the infinite continuation or Me, if you will allow). With these perceptions I hope to find optimism among my many fleeting thoughts.
The opacity of one's perception of reality come in many forms of expression. In this space, it will be through tidbits tapped out in a blog. Having said that, I would like to give my one and only apologia, along with a few other goals for the works that will follow. It seems to be ingrained in me, perhaps due to the nature of our culture, to devalue my own works before allowing a full presentation. But at the same time I suppose I will say that this is something I enjoy, and a talent I have often been pleasantly surprised to find. Expressions through word have always inspired me, even as a child. Sometimes words come to me like a waterfall, and they must be recorded, or seemingly lost in the abyss of inspirations that were never pursued. If for nothing else, I record this simply to remember and celebrate the mystery of the thoughts of the human mind. I trust that you might find a little bit of yourself in my words as I take this journey that we generally call Life. They say we put time into the things that really matter to us, and so I am here in hopes of finding my ability to Write.
No matter what I'm doing, I put my soul into it.
पास
Mandy Simmons
Scratch that-
The greatest things in life are those that come to us naturally, as though it demands our recognition among the infinite possibilities available to us. I find the possibilities are limitless, and I must recognize what makes me truly happy.
And so I recognize a gap in my life. Where I once allowed the words of my life escape my lips (or fingertips) at an easy ebb and flow, I have for the past couple of years just allowed them to jumble up in my mind. Through the days I've spread a few words across a page, but never really allowed myself that opportunity again, for simple irrational fear. Fear that my words are only those of destructive discontented youth. And reflecting on the writings of my past, I tend to recognize thoughts I'd rather not have included in my histories. But one doesn't go through life regretting experiences, and I never will. I wouldn't trade those words for anything in the world, they are the purest experiences of the days of my youth; a youth I am beginning to grow through and with. As I approach my twentieth year, I hope to find a more complete presentation of what it means to be conscious off the fleeting joys and tribulations of this life. Most importantly, I'd like to explore the inner workings of what I perceive to be my soul (Yes, here is the beginning and the infinite continuation or Me, if you will allow). With these perceptions I hope to find optimism among my many fleeting thoughts.
The opacity of one's perception of reality come in many forms of expression. In this space, it will be through tidbits tapped out in a blog. Having said that, I would like to give my one and only apologia, along with a few other goals for the works that will follow. It seems to be ingrained in me, perhaps due to the nature of our culture, to devalue my own works before allowing a full presentation. But at the same time I suppose I will say that this is something I enjoy, and a talent I have often been pleasantly surprised to find. Expressions through word have always inspired me, even as a child. Sometimes words come to me like a waterfall, and they must be recorded, or seemingly lost in the abyss of inspirations that were never pursued. If for nothing else, I record this simply to remember and celebrate the mystery of the thoughts of the human mind. I trust that you might find a little bit of yourself in my words as I take this journey that we generally call Life. They say we put time into the things that really matter to us, and so I am here in hopes of finding my ability to Write.
No matter what I'm doing, I put my soul into it.
पास
Mandy Simmons
