fight for it...

picture courtesy of the notebook doodles

I think this pretty much sums life up.  Sometimes I need to be reminded of that.

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one pictures sums up life...

When I saw this picture on weheartit, my first thought was of how beautiful it is.  My second thought was about how much it makes me think of life.  Not just Mother Earth, but of my own journey.  It could be anyone's story really.  Currently, as you view the photo, you're on level playing ground, the road curves a bit and in the distance you can see that things are going up, you're moving toward something...but with that knowledge comes the fact that at some point, you have to go back down and start back on the road. 

And I love the surrounding trees as well. I picture them like all the people who help/hinder us along the way.  The random stranger who makes a compliment to you on a bad day.  The best friend who always listens to you vent.  The person who cuts you off on the road.  Everyone, good and bad, is right along side you on this path.

I look at this picture and it just reminds me that life is beautiful and scary and full of unexpected curves.  And I'm okay with that.  It's taken me a long time to get to a place where I can say such a thing, but it's true. 

a new way to look at things...

http://weheartit.com/entry/1523853

Yeah, gotta start

Looking at the hand of the time we've been given here

This is all we got and we gotta start thinkin' it

Every second counts on a clock that's tickin'

Gotta live like we're dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day

To turn it all around or throw it all away

We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say,

Gotta live like we're dying - "Live Like We're Dying" by Kris Allen

journeying through life...

The girl stood in the forest, allowing the silence to wrap around her with the mist.  She stared ahead and then glanced back, against her better judgement.  It scared her.  Moving forward.  What was beyond that curve?  What lurked in the foggy camoflauge of the trees, ready to reach for her and pull her down a road she didn't want?  What if she got lost?

She stood there and took a deep breath, reminding herself that there was a reason that every wannabe-zen-hipster-or-godly-believer repeated the idea that life was a journey. 

Life was a journey.  An uncontrollable one at times, while other days destiny was firmly in her reigns.  It was just a matter of staying on the path and not fearing what she couldn't see ahead of her.

She didn't have to be scared any more.  She had climbed steep cliffs, battled through the brush, and here in this clearing, she knew she could continue.  Come what may.  Life was a journey.

so pretty...

I'm procrastinating, can't seem to focus on anything, and feel little to no creativity.  So let me share this.

Isn't it pretty?  Just look at all those books!  I just...I want to live in there.  Think of the book, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, except instead of living in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I live in this library, reading books forever and ever.

It could happen.