Pick Your Day

There are days. Days when life comes to a standstill and the world keeps moving. Days when flashes of the past start painting the present and blotching the future. Days when you feel like stepping out barefooted in the scorching heat and stare up at the sun. Such are the days when expressions are faint and the silence entertains. On these days the raindrops don't tickle and the moon hides. These are days when dreams seems incomplete and ideas inconceivable.

Those days give way to these days. When the lights shine bright and the heart gloats. When the sweet sounds of the wind match cords with the tapping of the finger. Such are the days that make you believe that life lives for you. Days when stories are narrated with the slight movement of the eyes. These are the days when conversations melt away into tunes and play the melody of love. Days when you feel the need to paint each nail with a different color.

Then there are days that mute you. Days that live on the fence and each side looks as brown as the other or as green.. it doesn't matter. On these days the blues don't make you more glum and the yellow doesn't make your smile stretch any further. Days when it doesn't matter whether there is a tomorrow or you lived through a yesterday. These are the days that a cup of coffee is nothing but a recharge to last another few hours. Days when life is pacing itself with the tick of the clock.

Our lives are a complicated compromise of all of these days. Some days we give more than we take and some days we are given more than we can handle.

The only limit to our realization of
our dreams of tommorrow will be doubts of today.

Live each day like a dream that never ends. Envision each dream like a song that never fades. Sing each song with the beat of your heart.

A Visit With Oneself

We meet a lot of people walking the different paths of life, some stick around to the end, some tag along for the ride, and some just get packed away in the stacks of memories. We get some of our best laughs from them as well as the tartest of moments. For the first time today I felt strange. Strangely connected. The strangeness that comes about when your friend sits across from you and tells you who you are. There is a comforting discomfort in that. Partly because you feel like you're no more standing shoulder to shoulder but now with a mirror in between where you are as much behind as you are in front, hiding nothing. But then you also hear them describing you.. you want to listen.. the words that tell you what you are all about and oddly enough you realize that you can be described in words. Maybe this is why they say your friends are a reflection of you.. and if nothing else, leaving us with the security that even in the toughest of times, these mirrors won't crack! :)