Better Dayz

Ain't it the life though? Shoot, standing here in my kitchen, cooking spaghetti, listening to Tupac's Better Dayz, watching the sun go down out my window, preparing for a night of karaoke on the town with good people I love. Ain't it the life? I don't remember any better dayz than the one I'm livin' in right now. Give me a torn muscle that hasn't healed in a month and a half, take away the sport that is one of very few things in life that gives me happiness, but give me a plate of spaghetti with shredded parmesan cheese on it, and I'm livin' the life; the good life. My crushed heel, my torn peroneus longus, my three cracked ribs, my pulled hamstrings and groin, sciatica down the left side of my body for months and years, potential carpal tunnel syndrome in my wrist from a hit I took at practice, it's all taught me what I love most about my life and what is most important in any person's life; people. But people are only masses of emotion, flesh, and blood without the relationship we can have with them. And just as I'm finishing up my thoughts, my spaghetti is done and I'm ready to eat.

Live the good life baby.

The Sun

What in life is sown in death,
Can have but nothing but regret
The tears and pain of a billion
Worlds, wishing, wondering, what if.
Do not join the pool that wanders,
That floats amid dreary dread.
Live now, live full, live right
For when you die, you’re dead.

Suddenly

Walking down the sidewalk, I looked down,
my eyes glazed, heel-toe, heel-toe,
then I heard you
call my name, I didn't look up
immediately, my glazed eyes
subverting my mind.
As the wind rushed past my
eardrums, my mind heard a
swoosh, then a faint whistle.
I looked up, away from my feet,
straight ahead at the horizon,
suddenly I turned, piercing the
source of your voice; now I
waited, waited for you to call
again; it didn't take but a
moment, it couldn't have lasted
longer, I wished it would never
stop. You were not there,
nothing was there, nothing but
a new, no a different horizon; the
same horizon I first looked ahead to,
the same, nothing there but sky.

Unconquered

A debilitating case of tuberculosis of the bone saw Henley in pain for many years. His contemporaries saw him as an inspiration. Even those who did not get along with his views as editor of the National Observer, such as William Butler Yeats, praised him, "I disagreed with him about everything, but I admired him beyond words." Read Invictus with this in mind and see if you can not now feel more powerfully the truth behind the ink.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

That's What I've been trying to tell Ya'!!!

The scriptures repeatedly say that miracles are the result of faith. They repeatedly say that God works in our lives through the gift of faith. I have been trying to live my life predictively, asking God if it is right before I even take the first step. That's not how it works! I have known this forever but I am only just starting to realize this. God is no fortune teller, he is our guide. He waits until we choose a path and lets us know before we proceed too far down that path whether it is the right way or not; he has never led us astray. It is our lack of faith to take the first step that has led us astray. Thank you God. Thank you for letting me live my life and learn to live by faith.

Yeah, Exactly

Don't take life too seriously; you'll never get out of it alive.
-Elbert Hubbard

Kingdom of Heaven

The Kingdom of Heaven is within each of us. When Jesus preached repentance and the kingdom, he preached the best within us. He preached our divinity. He preached our potential. He preached our destiny.