I Believe

I believe in magic;

in wind blowing through smoke,

in grass growing around concrete,

in trees growing from garbage,

& life springing out of decay.

I believe in small miracles, 

 in phoenixes & pixies

in laying in the grass until

the sun comes up again

& counting stars all night

in swimming

in a lake, at night

till we cant feel our fingertips

I believe in talking to someone new everyday,

in coloring a dismal building

with cheerful words

& standing up for the silent

I believe we have to save ourselves,

yet you have & continue to help me

I believe in rocking the line between

loneliness & independence

& finding beauty in the breakdown

I believe in feeling hail, sunburn, & wind.

I believe that roses have their thorns,

& that's what makes them beautiful.

I believe that time waits for no man,

& no matter your circumstances,

the world keeps turning.

Emily Sexton 2010

Dream On...

Is that possible? Cause that's what I'm feeling right now.

Life & the pending future is overwhelming and I have all these grand ideas and hopes and things to do and adventures I want to have, but I think I might be dreaming too big.

Smile

Fine. I miss you.
Happy?

One Day

Personality vs Attitude

Rest in Reason & Move in Passion

Funny thing about the Timeline--you find things you forgot you put into cyberspace. I don't remember the context of me finding this quote: where I found it, how I happened upon it, or what it meant to me at the time. But I know that right now, what it means to me is exactly what it says. It's an inspiration for the new year.

There is reason. There is passion. And you need both to get you through. One without the other is useless--hopeless for guiding any life. They work together, one with the other to help judge your decisions, live your dreams, and love.

And the priestess spoke again and said: "Speak to us of Reason and Passion."

And he answered saying:
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite.
Would that I could be the peacemaker in your soul, that I might turn the discord and the rivalry of your elements into oneness and melody.
But how shall I, unless you yourselves be also the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all your elements?
Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul.
If either your sails or our rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.
For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion; that it may sing;
And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.
I would have you consider your judgment and your appetite even as you would two loved guests in your house.
Surely you would not honour one guest above the other; for he who is more mindful of one loses the love and the faith of both.
Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason."
And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion."
And since you are a breath In God's sphere, and a leaf in God's forest, you too should rest in reason and move in passion. 

-Kahlil Gibran

In The End

Bend But Don't Break

I don't want to appear so naive as to say I thought things would be the same. But I guess somewhere, a small part of me hoped life would pick back up where it left off when I went away for that magical year. That year that exists somewhere in space--I know it happened, but it seems like a dream sometimes because it was so fantastical. I did things I'd never dreamed of and saw things I can't get out of my head. Vienna is constantly on my mind--a year later and it's no different that it was the third week I was back in the states. It's unexplainable and it's crazy, but unless you've been there--unless you've felt this connection, this bond, you can't understand that I left my heart in a city I lived in for only 3 months.
So I came back and I guess I was hoping to start where I left--with people...with life. But things change. Some for the better, I concede, but some for the worse. And it's the part of me that hoped relationships would be the same that was the stupid part. Because people change: we grow, we evolve, we learn. We see new things and it changes the way we look at life, the way we live, the things we do, the way we are. And I guess the fear now is the one of not reconnecting.
Essentially, the fear of change. Coupled with the fear of the unknown, the fear that "the path I've been working so hard to get on is the one that will take me furthest away from where I want to be".
Senior year is gonna rock so hard--but I have to get over this initial phase and accept that things have changed--and life is all about rolling with the punches and taking what you get. And that may take a little while, but I'll do it, and my senior year is going to be epic.

Postsecrets

both of these could have easily been mine.

Bold and Bright

She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this? 

I dream myself a thousand times around the world 

But I can't get out of this place". 

There's an emptiness inside her 

And she'll do anything to fill it in 

But all the colors mix together - to grey 

-Grey Street-