Snitch

Does time really fly?  It seems so very often.  Ted can find himself trying to turn back the clock on several occasions.  The past seems so appealing; it would be great to go back and relive moments and time periods that you do not feel like you truly appreciated.  One can take many things for granted, but I feel like the last thing someone can see themselves taking for granted is time.  Always trying to rush through things, we are.  Ted has been struggling with this lately.  He does not know quite how to slow things down without being impatient.  He can do that.  One solution he has found successful is in his ears.  But even to Ted, that cannot last forever.  He has been put in a great situation, but he wants to expand his boundaries, branch out and be adventurous.  He has been tied down to other things lately, busy work that he is not too fond of.  And what hurts the most, is that most of the beautiful things he thinks of can be seen around him.  It is like they are inviting him to come play for hours and hours.  How could anyone turn that down.  Well, it seems as if Ted is forced to do just that for now.  The phrase for now is very important here.  In a very short period of time, Ted will be able to get away and get lost.  This where time comes into play.  As before, Ted would like to be able to manage his time the way that is not possible.  Ted wanted to speed up time, but now his thoughts have changed.  He never wants to leave the time he is in.  It seems he cannot be satisfied.  That is just it, he can't.  Selfish guy he is.  Some people have said that initially, it's all about Ted.  That is hard for me to believe.  One fine example is time itself.  The one thing Ted wishes he could control, he simply can't and will never be able to.  It's like time is playing games with him.  The moment he wishes he could just stop, the hands spin faster than ever, and when he wants things to speed up, the hands seem broken.  Dang hands, they never can get things right.  But as I was saying, Ted is in a peculiar predicament.  He has mixed emotions on time.  For time is of the essence, right?  Not exactly.  He loves where he is, playing all day, roaming the hills, but there is something else that he awaits.  The only good thing about this one is that he can have a countdown, for he knows when the day will come.  Of course, what does he do, what Ted always does, impatiently awaits yet another thing, but I have to be completely honest on this one, if it was me, I would not be able to be patient either.  He thinks about it often, how great it is going to be when the time comes.  He thinks that is one of the best things about leaving, coming back again.  So Ted secretly loves the wait, for he knows how great it is going to be when the time comes.  Ted is full of mixed emotions, but there is one emotion he is pretty sure of.  He cannot wait to express that emotion.  Time is not on his side, it is on his wrist.

For Rapids that Flow

So here we are, in the wild, doing anything but nothing, enjoying everything that's anything.  That is what it is all about, as they say.  I honestly would not know if this is what it's all about either, but if it is, I am well pleased.  To be able to keep your footing along a steep, rocky, amazing trail in the back country is the least of your worries.  Worries really do not exist where I am, or do they?  Even though someone can be in such a beautiful, carefree place, anxiety still creeps its way into the scene.  Thoughts on irrelevant things that I know I cannot control still occur, but I think I'm tired of these thoughts.  To be able to drown the worries in a pool of rapids is too easy.  It is available right out the back door.  Talks also help.  So I decided to take a walk.  Three miles have never seemed so pleasant.  I look to the right to find a way to stay hydrated and to the left a way to need hydration.  I chose to stay straight.  The walk wasn't easy.  Rocks were left homeless on the side, trying to meet new friends, but none of us were interested.  We had only one thing on our minds and that was walking.  And walking we did.  Greeting everything that passed us, and the best suited ones were non responsive.  After a while of trudging along, we reached our destination.  Awe.  Our shoulders were lightened as we watched the sunny glaze of the mountainous reflection that cast dimly over a smooth valley full of water.  I can't recall much, but worrying was not on my mind.  If the scenery did not do it, the American Spirits solved the problems.  And the best part was that it only took one to do the job.  That was all I needed.  The walk was over.  The best walk I have ever taken.  To end the day, I shared a fire with pen and paper.  We have shared a great deal of time together.  I have a feeling our relationship will only grow.  Look forward to that.

Nasty Complaints

It all starts from the winding wooden walkway that was between me and my departure.  The steps were friendly, making quiet gestures as I unconsciously greeted them.  I honestly do not remember the beginning of this long voyage, but I knew that I would remember the end.  As we entered the black sea with sporadic white dashes that split each side.  I guess you could say that was our boundary.  We were not hesitant to test those so called boundaries.  Conversations started slow, therefore, my interest was not at full capacity.  But my undivided attention was quickly regained.  The depth was increased when words were not only spoken, but they actually carried meaning.  Emotions decided to come off the bench and put in some quality minutes.  Even though these conversations were interesting, I had my own conversation with the tallest man on earth.  The scenery reminded me of him.  I felt like he would be pleased with what my eyes could see, he would not mind what I was listening to either.  In and out was my awareness.  It was not fair agree or disagree with one side or the other, for each opinion was well respected.  My thoughts did belong in these conversations, and as much as I would like to think, I hope they were necessary.  All in all, I enjoyed every mile that was shared, and I truly look forward to my voyage tomorrow, for the Nasty will be involved.

Lace Up

Support can be a thing that one cannot truly appreciate until it is needed.  And when is support really needed?  Only when something goes wrong, when the unexpected happens.  The unexpected just walked through the door, yet I am glad.  The unexpected does not make me worry, is that good?  It is like sitting awkwardly in your own room eating store bought cookies.  I seem to like watching this happen, not actually doing it.  So you decide to get up to rest the knees, but satisfaction does not exist in standing, why would it?  You sit back down, only to get up and just completely leave the room, in an unsatisfied manner.  How can one distinguish between satisfied and unsatisfied?  Well the door was shut behind his leaving, so I put two and two together.  It is not difficult, just open your mind.  A crack is all it takes.  You can usually discover a crack on the nearby street corner, but I do not know if I could put my trust in that.  So I find my crack in music.  I honestly believe that is acceptable.  Speaking of acceptance, it just walked back into the room, this time sitting in an upright position without the cookies.  Acceptance has resorted to technology, at least he is being healthy.  For health is important, one cannot acquire it through words written in a magazine.  So stop reading magazines if you want to live.

bubble gum

smack pop!! onomatopoeia!!!! clap your hands everybody stand up and sing! this is real. this is the real feeling synthesized! everyone can feel it, your all special. I love you because you love me and we love each other and without each other what would we have? where would we be? this is all so so real nothing can touch what we have here in this moment and whats more... it last forever.  your my friend. this is what pop promises us. it wraps us up in its sticky arms and pulls us close and plants a big wet kiss on our cheek just like you obese aunt. it brings you in and promises the world to you and paints you the bluest sky. this is why we love it, well at least thats why I love it. the ideal. who does  not want to think that ultimately everything will work out how i  want it to. How I need it to. the reality is pushed from our catchy chorus chanting mind and all that is left is a ever crashing wave of pre teen euphoria. and we let this wave slam into us like we used to do at the beach standing against these waves getting the crap knocked out of us because isn't there something in being knocked back. thats why we love to love, thats we love you, bubblegum pop.

Unfamiliar Ground

Most people enjoy familiar company.  Rarely does someone like to be in a new place where they are the outsiders.  When the situation is flipped, you look upon an outsider as if they do not belong, and you could care less whether they are comfortable or not.  I believe this thought is the main reason we feel so uncomfortable in a new environment; we know what those other people are thinking.  We see the harsh eyes strike our appearance, judging every aspect of how we look, talk, and act.  The locals, as you may call them, do not look the least bit friendly.  As the outsider, we try to find one friendly face, just to receive a simple smile to know that we are still human.  There has been instances where this smile never comes, but there have also been instances where you meet a new person on a common basis.  I feel as if this is very rare, but since it is such a rare phenomenon, it also seems very premature.  This happened to me recently.  I did not receive any smiles, but something more.  I saw an object that made me feel so comfortable and so welcome that I could sit back and relax in this different crowd.  The object struck me by surprise.  I had never seen such a thing in my entire life, but this could not have been a better time to see it.  This object was a book, but it was not a novel, more like a guide to success.  In my eyes, if I could somehow have this book in my possession, my wealth as a person would greatly increase.  My knowledge on an important subject would jump to incredible heights.  The funny thing is, this guide, Blogging for Dummies, would help me to help you.  I would increase my ability to share my thoughts with the outside world, which I know all of you are longing for.  So in a sense, it would be one of the most selfless things I have ever done, and trust me, that is saying a lot.  But I have bad news.  I could not possess this book, so I must try my best to give you all I have and just hope that it is enough.  Knowing that everyone of you out there is selfish, I feel that my best efforts are like new hair cuts, no matter how hard you try to like it, it just does not satisfy you.  So technically I should rename this blog The New Haircut, but I just cannot do that.  Sorry again.  But this blog style is a new one for me.  Ted was not involved.  Do not expect more of this, for it is a one time thing.  For I will not place you in unfamiliar ground ever again.  Your welcome.

Rivers

Flowing through classic shades of endless limbs filled with bark, rivers is awesome.  To me they can be underestimated, but Lord knows that they can reach way beyond expectations.  The safe thing to do is to not set standards, because if you do, they will quickly be shattered.  Rocks and boulders will try to stop the flow and interrupt the continuous streams, but the calming river will greet them with a smile and pass right by.  Harsh terms or feelings do not disturb the soothing flow.  The tide can take any situation and continue to stay on the course it is traveling.  Consistency is key for rivers.  To be able to sustain a cool temperature and to present itself for everyone to enjoy is so selfless.  Even though rivers are so bright and so attractive, they are mediated by humility and care.  To know that the river can carry you home without having to put forth any type of effort is such a wonderful feeling.  The splash of happy laughter is something to cherish.  I know all who come in contact with rivers are left with a warm feeling, a feeling that keeps you coming back.  I know that rivers are special places that I know I can go to and put my entire trust within the  pure waters.  Rivers, you are the best.