Life

L ove

     I nvention

         F riendship

         E xpedition

When the word life comes rolling about people may ask the questions:

"What purpose do I serve?

"Why am I here?"

"What is the meaning of life?"

I may not have the answers that everyone is looking for, but I may have a small insight that could bring peace of mind to some.

What Purpose Do I Serve?

Some say that life is but a cosmic painting that the universe has created, and we as human beings are just characters playing out roles in this painting.

To me this is a perfect purpose to serve.

Why would one not want to be a part of thee most beautiful creation in the universe?

A painting created to play out the lives of billions of creatures, and all created by a superior being.

When I look at life as this, I am humbled to be part of such a majestic experience.

Why Am I Here?

When I think about the reasons I am here, I think about all the ones I love.

I am here to help those who come to me with their problems.

I am here to support my family in hard times.

I am here to make a positive impact, big or small, on someones life.

What Is The Meaning Of Life?

This question often boggles the minds of whoever dares think it.

Sadly, my little bit of wisdom falters when I think of the meaning of life.

Yet I have this tiny inkling that each and every person is told the meaning of life once they are about to leave this world.

Cruel?

Perhaps.

But I believe that it is our creator's last gift to those who have played their parts well in the story of life.

They Said...

As I was rummaging around on the internet, trying to find inspiration for my blog, I remembered there was an old website I used to post poems to.

Yet, for the life of me I could not remember what the website was called, and once I FINALLY found it, do you think I could remember my login information?

Absolutely Not.

Thank goodness that they had installed a search bar so that I could search through the various authors. 

After much digging I found my name and all the poems I had posted.

The last login date was in August of 2012.

As I read through them all I found my self laughing quite a bit.

Some of the poems I once thought of as gold were nothing more than cheap tinfoil.

There were a few though that caught my eye more than others.

Sep 17, 2010

They Said

The tears she cried said she was 

scared

Her empty bed said she was 

alone

A hole in her heart said she had been

used

The blood under her nose said

she had lost her way

A straw on the table said

she was past the point of any return

Cold handcuffs around her tiny wrists 

told a tale of justice

The walls in her house kept silent

for they had seen too much to tell

I couldn't even imagine what would have caused my freshman mind to come up with something like this.

Maybe it was just a precursor to what my life would soon become.

Discrimination

As most know today is Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

A day to remind each and every one of us that we are no better than anyone else.

No matter the economic status we hold, the religion we worship, or the color of our skin.

We Are All Equal.

It floors me to think that as we begin the 2014 year that there are those who still teach hate.

Sadly I know that it does not matter the year we start or end there will always be those who have not been blessed with parents to teach them love, or the knowledge to take a better path.

Some days I wish I was naive enough to believe that in due time the word hate would not exist.

Although I do possess the hope that one day the human race will be able to stand next to each other, no matter how different, and be at peace.

I just pray that I am alive to witness that day.

Passion

   
   

When asked what I had passion for I had to take a moment to think.  

Unlike most of the girls in my school it was not something as empty as shopping or partying in our local cornfields.  It was not something as off-putting as checking out the bottoms of the boys on the basketball team.  

So what am I passionate about? 

-Reading

-Speaking

-Learning

-Listening

So What Do These Four Things Have In Common?  

Words.