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Growth.

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Do you guys ever get the feeling when you’re going somewhere and you’re so lost in thought that you don’t really pay attention to what’s going on until you finally arrive at your destination?

I think I entered the new year this way except I wasn’t so lost in thought but instead I believe the new year came very candidly to me. Sort of in a way where something snuck into the same room I’m in, but I had no idea it was there. 2016 flew by way to quick yet way to slow. Strangely, I don’t know why but I feel like there’s something missing. I guess you can say I’m not all that pleased with how 2016 went for me. I feel as though I wasted too much time this past year which led to a lot of counter-productivity. I think I need to learn to be more mindful of my time and practice discipline. Which is sort of a new resolution for me this year.

I want to be able to cultivate a culture of discipline and ownership in my life because without it, I believe I won’t be able to confront the toil that is needed in order for growth to be obtained. 

That’s the hardest part. Facing what’s hard in our lives. I think we all, especially me, love to avoid and run away as far as I possibly can. Truthfully, I’ve done that for many years and I think it’s caused me more damage than actually facing what I need to. And for a while now, I haven’t really been growing. For a long time, I’ve been quite stagnant and it’s been painful. This year, I really want to experience my resolution unfold into reality. And to stop telling myself that I can’t or that I’m not good enough.

If we can tell our children they can dream big, be who they want to be, achieve what they want to do, then why can’t we also say those words over ourselves?

My thoughts control my actions and I think it all starts with attitude. Without the right attitude, I’ve already failed. That’s something I think I really need to work on. As hard as it may be, I feel hopeful and even excited. And I hope along with myself, that all of us can work out the afflictions within ourselves and make beauty out of our ashes.

I know it’s late but Happy New Years!

The Boy and a Wolf | Part Two

The moon shined brightly as the color of the morning began to spill its light into the night sky. It created a soft hue of blue and purple—the type of shade that’s produced right before the sun rises. Silence fell over the forest as the boy laid awake beneath the willow tree. Dawn’s light painted a new face over what was once the dark surroundings of the night. However, the boy was lost in his own thoughts that these changes went unnoticed before his eyes. Beside him, the wolf also sat awake staring intently at the boy.

“What causes you to think, little one?”

Before the boy answered, some time passed—for how long, no one knew. Only silence flowed in this space.

“I don’t get why it’s so hard to connect. What is it about you or me, or anyone for that matter to just understand each other?”

The wolf continued to stare intently without breaking its glance; without skipping a beat.

“I like to think that our hearts are like deep oceans. None of us knows what could be lingering around at the bottom. We can only imagine by what springs up to the surface every now and then. But in those instances, when we see what surfaces, is when we may see their heart and understand who they are. In those moments, they share what’s in their ocean with us. That is how we connect.”

The boy stood up and took a few steps past the wolf as his eyes wandered into the depths of the forest.

“I would like to know what lingers at the bottom of yours as you know what lingers in the bottom of mine. But unfortunately, I don’t know what the depths of my ocean holds. If only you could know, then perhaps you also can uniquely make a boy like me named.”

The sun began to peek over the mountain top, gleaming its light over the horizon, robbing the moon of its nighttime brilliance. Until it was nothing more than a thin gray paper moon hanging in the sky.

Heart of Gratitude.

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I would consider myself a pessimist and I have a hard time looking at the positive side of things. And so, I think there are many things that go unnoticed for me. This year has been tough but I think I made it tougher than it should’ve been. The more I am unaware of the good things around me, the more I magnify the negative things in my life. Which is very unhealthy and toxic.

This year has felt long and difficult. I think one of the hardest years I’ve had. There are certainly many things I wish I did better and things I wish I did or didn’t do. There were many times I can recall where I’ve felt crippled by depression and overwhelmed with burden. But still, I am content. The fact that I am here still drawing breath means there is still fight left in me and I won’t stop fighting now. I think I need to learn to be more appreciative and grateful. I am blessed with much but take for granted much. I hope that as this year ends and a new year begins, I can cultivate a lifestyle of gratitude and positive thinking. But anyways, happy Thanksgiving everyone! And happy holidays!

 

 

The Boy and a Wolf.

The boy strolled through the woods where the trees seemed as endless as the ocean. Light spilled through the trees and tinted the trail with warm hues of orange. He had no recollection of how he got there nor who he was. With each step the boy’s eyes lit up in wonder and curiosity. Upon his path was a wolf calmly sitting in front of the boy. Its fur resembled that of ash and its eyes glistened like the sea.

“Excuse me wolf, but would you show me the way out of here?”

There was no answer. The wolf continued to stare deeply at the boy where at this moment—time became still and there was no distinction between reality or dream—every brown leaf that fell from the trees felt ceaseless like the rain.

“It’s okay I’ll just ask another wolf along the way.” The boy shrugged and began to walk passed the wolf.

“I may be a nameless wolf just like any other thousands of wolves. But I can be unique because in your heart, you have the ability to make a wolf like me named.”

The boy turned and met the eyes of the wolf as the gusting winds that spun around them carried off the brown leaves into the very far side of this world.

New Orleans, Louisiana.

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Hello everyone!

It’s been a real long time. A little too long in my opinion. I apologize for my hiatus. I’ve just been going through a lot of things which I’ll probably talk about in another post soon. I’ve truly missed blogging and the community that I’ve built here. For now, I’d like to keep what I say short because I put up so many pictures. I hope you guys enjoy!

I try my best to travel during my breaks away from school. This summer I visited New Orleans, Louisiana! It was such a wonderful trip. I spent about a week there and we did a bunch of things. We checked out several tours such as the city tour, swamp tour, and the voodoo tour. They were all great. If any of you guys plan to go to New Orleans, I’d recommend going on those tours. They are really informative and you learn a lot about the history and culture of New Orleans. We also walked around French Quarter and Bourbon Street. Both of which I thought was amazing. There’s live jazz playing in most places, tons of restaurants, endless stream of stores, and everyone there was very friendly. I was a bit disappointed in Bourbon Street at night because it wasn’t what I expected. Typically, it’s known for jazz and a more classy culture but I felt like I was at Vegas.

The highlights of my trip was definitely being able to go on a cruise called Steamboat Nachez. You can see the beautiful landscape of the city, great food, alcohol, and the ambience of a live jazz band. The swamp tour as well because we were able to see alligators and the swamps were surprisingly more beautiful than I expected. All in all, it was a great trip!

New Horizons.

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“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” –Andre Gide

Something that’s been resonating with me lately is the idea of home. They say home is a place of solace–a place of memories–where a piece of our soul is imbued to something meaningful. They also say you can build home where ever you like. I’ve been building a lot of things lately, but I don’t think home is one of them. This past year, as I’ve been blogging, going to school, attending church, investing time into my hobbies, etc., I feel as though I’ve lost my original purpose for everything. I’m at a place where I no longer know what I’m doing and why I’m doing them, but what I do know is that this life of mine must be made for more than this.

Sometimes, I just have to step back and take some time to look around. Every turn and every corner presents a life outside of mine–there’s something about this place–this place that is so full of inspiration. All I want is to be apart of it; to explore and uncover all things that are beautiful. More than anything, I want expand my horizons, see where I belong, and build home where ever I go. Thus, this is where I’ve arrived–to a place where for me, for now, is a journey to find me.

The Paris Ordeal.

I know there’s been a lot of talk going on with what happened in Paris. I’ve seen it all over the news, all over Facebook, and all over WordPress. People have been posting about it nonstop. I’m sure it all came as a shock to all of us. I usually don’t post about things like this, but it had me thinking.

It wasn’t just Paris but many other places that also have taken a hit. Such as Beirut, Baghdad, and Syria. Now I’m not here to talk about why we should also focus on these other countries, or why people give Paris too much attention, etc etc. I just wanted to really personalize these events by recognizing that it thankfully didn’t happen here in American soil. This could’ve happened in Los Angeles, or New York. Those people who didn’t expect anything at all, died. It could’ve been us. One of our family members. One of our friends.

I think I took this as a reminder that life is short. We don’t know when we’ll die even though we may think and act like we’ll live forever, but that isn’t true. Our future is not guaranteed. So guys, let’s not take this life for granted and appreciate all that is beautiful. Please go home and give a family or friend a hug.