my wonderings

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be an ant. Can you imagine crawling around in a garden and then watching a human pluck a weed out of the ground? It would be the equivalent of a giant pulling up a redwood for us humans.

All the time I pull "what if your name was _____ " statements, because I wonder what if your name really was something completely absurd. Just ask lindsey, she knows the inner working of these ponderings.

Sometimes I wonder what I look like when i'm sleeping, and then people show me pictures. After that, I wish I still wondered :P

Somtimes I wonder why our arms tan, our legs, our shoulders, our backs, but never our palms. I mean think about it, they're always the same color. Isn't that weird? I think its weird.

Sitting here typing this post... I wonder why there are 2 shift buttons, because I only use the one on the left hand side of the keyboard. Poor little neglected right side shift key :(

Coming home from Salt Lake today, I wondered why it's called "rush hour" when no one was really moving all too quickly...

Sometimes, I just wonder about things. Don't you?

Know What Matters

I think, that sometimes we all forget.

I think, that sometimes we forget because we don't want to remember.

I think that sometimes, we don't think because thinking means deciding whether or not to forget or remember.

But we need to think, remember, cherish, laugh in the moments, and savor that laughter, because life is short.

I ask you this question:

If you died today would you like who you've turned out to be?

Could you shuffle of this mortal coil with no regrets? Would you die believing in something worth believing in?

Joan of Arc once said, "One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying."

So I hope you listened to Shane. Because he said it all.

Realize there are moments in life to laugh. Moments to cry. Moments to understand. And moments to not understand anything at all.

and you know what?

When you come to realize that you probably don't know a single thing about anything, you're just around the corner from recognizing that life will be ok.

and that's all that matters.

I Despise Blogging

Dear Bloggers out there,

I really hate blogging. I do.

I mean, who seriously thought about creating some sort of online realm where thoughts and feelings could be shared on a whim?

There's all these blogs out there that speak of secrets, tragedies, happiness, and personal life stories...

and anyone can read them. A-N-Y-O-N-E.

A stranger. A neighbor. Your Grandma. That kid in your math class who smells like cheese...

I mean, do you ever truly know?

They don't have to talk to you face to face.

There is no need to.

No one needs to.

No one has to take the time at school, at work, or at church to find out how you are.

They can simply make a few clicks instead, read about your life, and voila. The act of being a "good neighbor" is finished with the click of a mouse.

Its all so impersonal.

and I hate it.

So why do we blog?

We blog because, secretly, deep down inside, we love blogging. It's true. There's just something so therapeutic about pressing a few keys and watching our thoughts unfold on a screen. Sometimes it's just nice to let the words be there simply because they can be, and you know what? It doesn't matter if the words suck or if anyone reads it because blogging isn't for your friends or your neighbor or even the fuzzy cat that watches from your lap as you type your blog posts. Blogging is for the individual. Blogging is for you and

Its for me.

So, Blog because you can, because you want to, or because you don't want to.

Get your story OUT HERE.

Don't be afraid to let the strangers read it.

Don't be afraid if others read it and don't like it.

Don't even be afraid if no one reads it,

because in the end, what you write is utimately for you and if you just happen to have a reader that gets something out of your words, then keep on writing because you never know who you'll touch and you never know when.

You don't have to talk face to face with someone to touch their heart or their minds. All you have to do is  type the words, place the period, press the publish button, and walk away.