JML

I sat there and I watched you play.
The sun was setting and the dimly lit room cast shadows across your structured face.
You were warm, and your presence was comforting.
Your voice, vibrant, but soft.
It lit up my eyes, and I saw.
I saw what I thought was so hard to accept before.
I know you belong there. It's where you want to be.
I watch your hand shift, your fingers quick and strong.
The music you create is foreign to my soul.
I wonder. Then I think. And then I hold back tears.
You're a musician, more than I thought.
Go.
That university is where you should take yourself to, because you're in love.
It's the music you make that you close your eyes to.
It completes you.
And who you are, completely, is absolutely wonderful.
You play notes and chords and melodies and it flows out of you.
It just pours, because it's internal, and it comes from within you.
Your mind is so beautiful. 
Don't let humans, or emotions, or temporary situations keep you from doing what you desire.
It is wholly a sobering thought.
I am not sad.
I am finding peace, and I am trying, from every corner and hiding place that is a part of me.
Let nothing hold you back from discovering your world.
Make it what you want, and don't apologize.
You are a flame, lit and ready to sweep the forest out from the roots it gives birth to.
Take off and lead your dream.


I sat there and I watched you play.
I held back tears because I saw what I thought was so hard to accept before.
Go.

Three Minutes

Quick blog taking three minutes while Mr. Sir Professor Dr, Josef Long sets up for 7th period Digital Broadcasting at approximately 2:44 PM.
Today is nice. I'm tired but I soon have access to the cozy comfort of my bed at home. 
Brief pause as I have been distracted and then attempt to collect my thoughts.
Back to blog.
Self-profile project is intriguing. Uncomfortable for many, but it won't be regretted.
Jeremy speaks to me real quickly-like.
We're brainstorming. I like his ideas. He's bright.
Like the sunlight.
2:49 PM.
Late.
Ciao.

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It is always the simple things that change our lives. And these things never happen when you are looking for them to happen. Life will reveal answers at the pace life wishes to do so. You feel like running, but life is on a stroll. - Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz, 217

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It was as if we were broken, I thought, as if we were never supposed to feel these sticky emotions. It was as if we were cracked, couldn’t love right, couldn’t feel good things for very long without screwing it all up. We were like gasoline engines running on diesel. I was just a kid so I couldn’t put words to it, but every kid feels it. (I am talking about the broken quality of life.) A kid will think there are monsters under his bed, or he will close himself I his room when his parents fight. From a very early age our souls are taught there is a comfort and a discomfort in the world, a good and bad if you will, a lovely and a frightening. - Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz, 14