the barrel smokes...bellows

How interesting. I feel I have grown to such a high degree as of late. What is it that my heart truely desires? Is it riches? Is it credibility? Had this question have landed on my doorstep but a week ago, I'm quite certain the previous said 'goals' would have rang true.

How much one's life may change in a week.

What better of a life than one of service. Not merely a service to myself, but a service to my fellow man, a service to the heart of the true dreamers. Oh how I tire of my readings of our so called 'celebrities' and their latest batch of squabbles over senseless muses, while the true artists live a life of service to their art. I need to take on that very same service, reach for the stars and show the world the stars are in our reach, and can be plucked by all who so seek to full-fill their dreams.

Jack Johnson was a man who lived not by the rules set forth by the men who made the rules, but by a greater power: the rules of humanity in which everyone is gifted, special, and blessed. Jack Johnson was faced with obstacles I could only fear to imagine and overcame them all. My obstacles stand meager in the shadow of such a man...how can I not attempt to reach for those very stars. It takes just one to change the world. I might seek credence in those words.

Live. Live. Live.

burning over a new leaf

Today marks my final return as an undergraduate student. I will admit for the first time in my undergraduate career, I'm savoring my fleeting moments of college. How odd it is that my only regret is now my only supporter.

Monica is back in school, how my spirit soars with her words of encouragement. Funny, it really seems as if we haven't skipped a beat. I make her laugh and she makes me keep reaching. God do bless your child.

Love. That's a funny word. I long for it, yet I fear it, I flee from it. Like the command to release hell, I hide it and promise not to use it, yet it empowers me and I desire more than anything to unleash its full power. Funny, like I said.

This semester will be over just as soon as it has started. Soon I will be out and alone, but I don't look to the future with fear of the unknown, but I look toward the rising sun with the confidence and determination of my own Jack Johnson. I just smile and await the coming doom. Who will survive and what will be left of them? You can say that again.