It’s like staring at a blank page
I can’t read it.
There is no information, but I know something is on it.
Invisible ink?
Maybe.
Maybe the words were washed away with the last storm.
I do not know what it is,
Only that it is.
Prove to me what is on the page.
Show me the words.
Bring sight to my blind eyes.
Bring peace to my unsettled mind.
Word by word reveal what it is,
Word by word show me what this is.
Someone admire the ones made of clay
Which they were given the gift of a long life
Someone love the ones that are fresh
Which their smell is like the love songs from the sweetest wife
If I have to choose what I like
The ones have flesh and blood blow up my mind
Even their color would faint
Their face would age
But there was once their spirit
Lighted up by the fire of life
If death is coming
Please take me after my blooming night
The internet is full of inspirational videos. Sports videos, spiritual videos, just plain old inspirational videos, but there are few that touch me and make a big difference. Being that team sports have not always been a part of my life, but have recently come up and made an impact I look for something to keep me moving. Something that makes me want to play hard and something to inspire my teammates. A quote by Henry Ford is something I keep in my mind when the team is having a hard time, “Keeping together is progress, coming together is a beginning, and working together is success.” 
Sometimes our teams don’t work together, but work as individuals. That isn’t how the game is played. Some people have to be willing to work hard and get none of the glory. Being a lineman in football I understand this feeling very well. I go out everyday and I try and I try. Am I the best at it? No, not even close, but do I try? Yea, I try really hard day in and day out. But nobody ever says, “hey he really took up space so that that someone else could get the glory.” The glory goes to the people who run the ball, throw the ball, but that’s not possible without the people on the line. As our coach said, we are the Dirty Dogs. Nobody wants a dirty dog, but they are rough and tough, but get no glory. That is how to work as a team, everyone has to be willing to put in 110% and get nothing in return personally, but understand it was for the betterment of the team. This is one of the first speeches that truly inspired me to be better and do better.
I saw your face again last night
In my dreams, of course.
The breeze carries your smell
and it makes me dizzy
I am soaked into the memories
as if you are still about to hold my body
Everything stays the same besides your absence
as my world collapses
I try to stand up by myself
And for the first time,
I see the world full of emptiness
I guess I need to build up my world again
by my own.
Don’t ask me about my feelings
I am fine
It’s just a healing process.
“Thanks for the adventure. Now go have a new one.”
– Ellie
I watched this movie three years ago, and I was moved by the exciting adventure of a flying house.
Then I watched the movie last year, and I was moved by the interactions between two generations.
Last night, I watched it again. And I discovered a part that I’ve ignored for a long time – the memory between Carl Fredricksen and his wife Ellie.
The film “centers on an elderly widower named Carl Fredricksen and an earnest young Wilderness Explorer named Russell. By tying thousands of balloons to his home, 78-year-old Carl sets out to fulfill his lifelong dream to see the wilds of South America and to complete a promise made to his lifelong love.”
I did not realize that the memory was really playing a big role throughout Carl’s entire life.
Let it all fall down.
Let your hair fall down with the rain.
The water drops down your face, and make up or none your beauty remains the same.
Dancing in the grass while the heavens open upon us.
Like the scene from a movie.
Embracing each other while the thunder booms in the background, and distant lightning draws closer.
The sky flashes with purple and white light, but in that moment there was no other care in the world.
The ground could be falling around us, but all that matters is we were the last ones standing.
You and I together while the world crumbles away.
The rain douses the fire that rumbles below our feet,
Stuck, but not alone.
Never alone when I am with you.
The alarm goes off
Blindly reaching for the snooze button, just longing for another 10 minutes.
Another night spent with you.
Without you.
When the time comes that the world does actually fall away,
It will be you and I on that last piece of earth left.
Holding each other as it all crumbles.
A little Dove chocolate told me to enjoy the small things in life.
This is a stage in my life that I need the small things.
With the stress of school, sports, and a social life, it’s the little moments that make it all worth it.
They happen here and there, but today for instance it rained.
The rain brings me great happiness. It cleanses the ground, but it makes everything clean and new.
Flowers bloom, and otherwise dusty hills become rolling green hills.
This is the entrance into spring that we have been waiting for.
The past few weeks have brought a lot of stress to an already stressful life.
One would think that having a single mother with multiple incurable diseases would cause stress.
Having her go to the hospital unexpectedly would seem to cause stress, but that is my life.
This is who I am, this is how my family works.
I can accept that my mother is sick and I can find happiness in the fact that she always comes home, although sometimes not without a fight, she has managed to make it back every time.
On this Easter Sunday I ask you to consider this.
I don’t care what your beliefs are, or if you don’t believe, but there is something on this Earth and beyond that has kept my mother here.
Left alone wondering
Will it ever bloom
Will the time come with the June gloom.
Brighten up the day
In this spring time
Hopefully you’re mine,
For the summer time.
The sun shines down,
to expose all your beauty.
Will you be mine?
Forever and always
Yours Truly.
Seeing as the hockey season has been over for about a month or so I haven’t been on the ice as much.
The season just started this past Thursday, but sadly I had to bench myself and sit in bed at home sick.
Tomorrow night is the 2nd game of the season and I am ecstatic about lacing up the skates and going out to play hockey.
I honestly have not skated as much as I should have in this off season, but hey I can’t be perfect.
What I really need is to find time to start lifting in the gym again, but I have no idea where that is going to fit in.
This season is going to be the one, I feel it.
Last season brought some new faces to Team USA, myself included, but this season we have all worked together and we know what we are walking into.
It is time to get down to business and change the face of Team USA.
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