Truth

Inspiration can come at any moment.  People usually see the opportunity for inspiration, but only few actually use that opportunity to create something great, to use what they were given to achieve greatness.  Greatness is broad.  One talks of greatness as an every day characteristic.  True individuals know this to be false.  Ted is an individual who saw the light of inspiration flash in front of his face.  As any decent human would do, he puts it in his front pocket for accessibility.  Now he pulls it out to use it.  Ted uses this outside inspiration to discuss truth.  Like greatness, truth is fairly broad.  Some see two sides to truth, maybe even multiple sides.  But in almost every situation, truth can be inversely proportional.  When arguments arise, usually at least two people are present, for one cannot argue with themselves.  Between these two people, the same truth is quite evident, but each see this truth from a different perspective.  For one may see it as a stepping stone, to strengthen a relationship, and the other sees it as crushing the very thought of the other's existence.  Man how one truth can turn the table on people.  No matter how hard you try, you cannot discover two truths.  It is all about one, consistent proposal.  This can bring out the best in people.  For two individual minds to come together in such unity to derive one simple but in depth truth can only mean one thing, that this relationship is real.  Real relationships have the ability to unwrap such great truth, the truth that even if we try harder than anyone else, that we are the best that we could possibly be, that we are pure, that we see the light.  The one simple truth is this:  we can offer absolutely nothing.  This truth is greatness.

sliders

standing on top of the world. lift the goggles for an instant and the blinding white is too much to bear. Back down goes the shield. you breath once, maybe a few more times ( just for good measure). behind you is tame, the known, the conquered. half on, half off. the precipice stands in front. you grip these metal sticks like their very presence is the only thing preserving your sanity. Another breath ( just for good measure). You push off with your metal sanity. the wind begins to slowly building just like your flight. its not a natural thing to fly but that is why you do it. Who wants to be natural. Sliding you remember your mom. you remember that slide in that particular fast food restaurant that your mom would begrudgingly let you enter. you remember that smell? that sticky slowness and that long squeaking sound of the exposed skin on your slower back as you stickily slide down. reality comes rushing back with that whipping wind. your mind is not in control it is all body. your effort is great but your is greater. you slide yes; but first you fly.

Randolf the Wizard

          We all have a standard.  Sometimes we miss, hit high, or hit low, but we always have something to reach for.  Ted loves these endeavors even though some become struggles and don't always take the path he wants them to.  Ted is about see this endeavor through another medium.  Something not of himself that he can follow, critique, and experience without putting himself at jeopardy.  Don't we all want that?  This automotive has been down a long road and had a trying endeavor, yet Ted has not always been faithful... Though not afraid to admit it.
           This train has many stops.  It is not so black and white as a caterpillar and a butterfly.  There are many more stages than just two.  Ted would like to think that this train is beginning to hit its trail hard and pick up speed.  It is finally able to find a good speed, nothing too admirable but not a bad sight for the eyes.
           The real question is how does it know when it reaches the finale?  If the driver is satisfied with the journey, but the crowd believes it should go on, who is right?  It comes down to why the train is traveling.  Does it move for the approval of the crowd or does it roll for its own enjoyment.  Ted will find out.  Hopefully he keeps watching.  But will his eyes influence the train's path?

Keys

Ted has just came in contact with something that most people do not approve of.  Man oh man these people usually do not have friends.  Ted is still friends with these people, but it is hard to maintain a quality friendship.  Do they even deserve a friendship such as Ted's.  Honestly who knows, oh, I know, Ted does.  Ted "lost" one of his possessions.  He and friends went out to have dinner in the dirty M.  Enjoyed his dinner, Ted did.  He even shared s'mores with the Nastiness himself.  Sharing the s'mores with his "friends", everything seemed to be all well.  Ted is actually enjoying the evening so far.  The crew begins to proceed to leave the restaurant, and nothing seems to be out of place.  Little did Ted know, one of the most "key" possessions was not in his belonging.  He noticed something was misplaced when one his friends asked him if he knew where his possession was.  Boom.  Where were they?  Ted was circled with smiles.  These smiles were not ones of joy, but of mischief.  Ted travels back to where he thought his possession was last seen.  He was then told that the possible destination was the Peabody.  How could they get there.  Does this possession have a mind of it's own.  Sure does seem like it.  Ted enters the Peabody in search for his possession.  Throughout this search, Ted is slowly becoming quite agitated, but not seriously.  Ted is sent to another level through a set of stairs.  Winding around like he was trying to find a spot in a parking garage, Ted's eyes were pealed.  Just as his possession was about to make his search a little more difficult, his eyes light up.  There it is.  Evil has been defeated, and most importantly, Ted can drive away happy.

8 bit bible

walls of people colliding like waves smashing against a cliff.  the rhythmic movement we all  move with one heart. the beat rises and falls at our whim we are the rulers of this realm. in this euphoria we can not be touched, we can not be moved, we wish to live in this moment forever. we are the movers and shakers, we are the innovators, we are the life blood. walls of indifference and inhibitions fade with the grinding of the noise that washes over us. we are made anew each night. we are the creators of our own world. we dance, yes. but we do more, we create, we live.  some are scared. they look they watch unable to understand what exactly they are seeing. life being created and worlds being toppled does not always make everyone comfortable.  We all stand and read from our 8 bit Bibles

granny smith

One might say that ted is a connoisseur of sorts. He has many loves. he loves art, literature, walks, The usual. Ted is especially fond of apples. two apples stand out to ted in particular. his old standby, his real love. the granny smith. it has been with him since his youth he has always loved it. the crisp taste, the texture all familiar, all safe. he goes to the granny everyday. it always picks him up. it always takes him back and always satisfies. Recently ted has found a new apple a fiji. its sweet its alot of fun, but its no granny smith. ted knows that the fiji could never replace it with all its sweet trappings. he will always be drawn to that firm tart first love. Many say perhaps ted is changing. perhaps he may like this new apple more, that he is replacing his first love. ted knows this could not be further from the truth. he will always stand by the granny smith.

Wot

          If that's wrong, then I don't ever wanna be right.  Right? Ted hopes so.  It's a loaded statement, and Ted doesn't take it lightly, and yet it can be passed over so easily with a simple nod in agreement or lack of interest.  It thinks for itself.  It doesn't assume that whatever is named wrong is in fact wrong and does not accept that status with a simple nod in agreement or lack of interest.  It is not accusatory.  It accepts the label and continues with it.  It has confidence.  Despite obvious opposition, it is almost too sure and confident in its certainty that it is unsettling.  

          Maybe it has been a long day, or more importantly Ted thinks it has been a long day, so therefore he acts accordingly.  Suddenly, because it has been a long day, he is allowed to be in a not-so-great-mood, do what he wants, and feel ok about it.  Unfortunately, this feeling is familiar.  It does not occur often but still too often.

         Words become just words.  Ted knows he is in trouble because when words become just words then living becomes just living and essentially becomes just surviving.  He knows the world could come crashing through his vulnerability yet that could be just what he needs.  Lucky for Ted.  No oceans around.  

          Maybe Ted needs to think for himself.  Maybe Ted needs a little innocence.  Maybe Ted needs some confidence.  He currently has none of these qualities but knows he needs them.  Well, he doesn't know, but someone else does and that is really the only thing that matters.  

         Ted is confused how the not-so-stranger could infuse him with qualities he thought he already possessed.  It was only a statement, and he was the recipient.  Everything is just words after all.

Balling?

To finally become a part of society and be formally presented is a big step in person's life.  I am sure it is not the biggest day of their life while wearing a flawless white dress, but it has to be in some way exciting.  If Ted happened to be a female, he would probably like it the least.  Thank goodness for Ted's gender.  But for some, the hype is set at high levels.  Denying this fact all they want, they all seem to enjoy it the slightest bit.  From a guest just there to observe and report the beauty of the atmosphere and most importantly to look presentable, I always seem to enjoy myself.  Whether holding the gloves of a participant, or just dancing like a fool, all seems to end up just fine.  People stand in large crowds trying to get noticed by the first person that catches their eye.  They will talk loudly so others will have no other choice but to acknowledge them.  To me, this is funny.  This is one of the things I happen to enjoy the most.  But it is never good to depend on other for your entertainment.  Throughout these large crowds, smaller groups assemble in the corners to have their separate conversations.  Ted seems to always find himself there.  Suits him well in my opinion.  He is not one to stand out.  White dresses drown out the black slacks that surround them.  Smiles are found on every face, whether they are true or not, they are there.  Fun is available.  The small group with gingers, girls of England, Mexicans, and the good old boys find themselves talking amongst one another.  Dancing begins.  Twirls and twists so fast someone may lose consciousness.  Pretzels are served up hot on that dance floor.  The night slips by.  When all is said and done, those who were most important find themselves immersed in a society they hardly understand, for they are to depart for another place, a place they call home.  All is done for a purpose.  But it is not said that all is to be understood.  For on this night, young and old alike, enjoy the company of the fortunate, for they are not the minority.