The Lights

Reflection is something that can easily be taken for granted and forgotten about.  Out of all the things that we do and of all the memories made, we get caught up in the now, and especially with the busy schedules and lifestyles that we live.  But I think reflection can  be rejuvenating.  Actually, I know it can.  Ted knows this too.  He used to be big on just sitting back, relaxing, and soaking up all the things around him.  He was once even told that he was very observant.  I guess that is a good thing.  But one of Ted's favorite things to do was to sit around, the atmosphere, of course, being Christmas themed, and just hang out with all his buds, who were usually playing music.  But since Ted loved music, he and his friends were very close.  Heck, they still are.  Very close.  But he slightly turned away from this hobby, maybe because Christmas had passed, but it really never had anything to do with Christmas.  The things that he used to love to do, he just simply stopped doing.  The flame of passion was blown out by the clock.  Ted was suddenly busy, he thought.  He lost sight of what used to drive him, his lively hood.  But from what he has recently told me, he's got it back.  He now embraces the silence, because it deserves it; he embraces the dark, because he deserves it; he embraces the sounds, because they need it; he embraces the lights, because he needs it.  The relevance of each is important to the functions of all.  These things has Ted remembering what it is like to be sinking down lowly, carpet below him, fingers actively typing away, with the sweet atmosphere filled with sounds of silence and the slow hum of the heart being poured out Forever Ago.  There is something about that sound that refuses to decay. So with all the things that have come and gone from now till then, I can still remember to hit the lights.

Say Hey

So of all the things that have been going on lately, I can't think of a better one than the smell of a new car, or maybe the grip of the steering wheel.  Oh wait, yes I can, how about the destination?  But most people say that the trip is half the fun.  I could agree with that.  But what if the fun totaled more than one?  What if there was several half's?  Now that I can really appreciate.  There are a couple of instances where this stands true.  It only makes it better when the trip is one that you did not see coming.  When you had no earthly idea that a trip had been planned.  This is what makes it great.  The unexpectedness of a well-planned trip is something to cherish.  So there it is, a trip is about to start.  The first and most important thing is to simply follow the instructions given to you by the planner.  I mean, they supposedly know what is taking place, so the only thing you can do is to trust them, but when you are behind the wheel, in the driver's seat, now what?  The only thing you were sure of is that all you had to do was follow instructions, but now you are in the position to take the lead role.  I know that I am not the type to take on the lead role, but everyone has to make sacrifices from time to time, even if that sacrifice means that you are in control.  Dude, what a sacrifice.  But even though all is up in the air, the show must go on.  So, without question, the trip continues.  While on this trip, the thought of similar trips joins the conversation.  Always fun to talk about those.  They make you realize just how good these trips are and how long its been since you have had a good, quality trip, even if it has only been a week or two.  So how about it?  Destination complete.  And this is supposed to be where all the fun happens, and I believe in the conservation of enjoyment theory.  Enjoyment can be transferred from one object to another, but cannot be created nor destroyed.  So why not always enjoy enjoyment.  Easier said than done I admit, but it is not that hard.  Why waste time anticipating the arrival of something else?  I don't know.  Sounds dumb.  So instead of wasting time, just grind.