If only I could learn to be normal.
If only I couldn’t dream.
If only regular didn’t seem so foreign to me.
If only I could learn how to blend in.
If only the mundane and usual were appealing.
If only I could be ordinary.
Every so often I get into these moods.
That’s when I write.
I don’t like forcing things onto paper.
It doesn’t feel right, so I just wait.
It’s almost like a reward within itself. Waiting for that right moment.
I wouldn’t say I get inspired to write, but sometimes my heart gets full and my mouth won’t work.
So I write.
Being an adult is so complex. I wish I would’ve appreciated my youth more.
Religion is so sterile. Don’t get me wrong, I love God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I think they understood long before we realized that religion is not the answer. Maybe that is why He often eluded to friendship. Institutions were never the answer.
Well I think this moment is over. I’ve said all I’m going to say.
Oh yeah. One more thing.
I think this Courier New font I started using makes my blog look uber official.
It’s been a while. Alot has happened. I’ve learned so much about life these last several months of hardships…Here’s to all the lessons that will be learned this year.
Eternity is a long walk.
-W. Isaiah Garnett
You guys deserve more than a day.
You are real life heroes.
Putting your lives on the line for people you’ll never meet. People like me and my family.
So from the deepest part of my heart with endearing gratitude, I want to say thank you.
Haven’t written in awhile…
But I’ve had so much to say….
These words never find their way to paper but stay inscribed on my heart.
I always think about what happens at the end of my life.
The last person that I meet.
The last friend I make.
The last word that I say.
I think about these things because I think it’s important to consider what I’m doing then still matters.
I hope by then I have something worth listening to. Something important enough, something valuable enough to pass on.
It’s funny, I always imagine myself an old man, but that is an end that is not promised. Death has found many in their youth. Who am I to say that I will not be counted among those taken early on?
I read an article today, about Americans honestly considering secession.
What an outlandish consideration.
Personally I’ve always liked the “United” part of the states of America.