you inspire me.... she inspires me... he inspires me.... you inspire me.. they inspire me...
Inspiration, the word is used lightly to many, but I feel as if that word is as heavy as a 50lb weight (when I attempt to lift it) I use the word lightly allow I feel the heaviness of the meaning, why do I do this, dont ask me? People in my everyday life inspire me, they inspire me to work and develop my writting skills, to alter my dancing skills, to change my speaking patterns, to continue to be a better person everyday, to be a beautiful person, to work harder at helping others.
I wonder if I inspire...
Do I inspire you like you inspire me?
Tell me!!
Tell me!!!
Tell me!!!!
I recall a time at the beach when I was inspired, I wrote about it before, but never on lj.
I sat in a plastic chair with a blanket between me and the plastic. I felt disconnected from the world, I seem to get like this when I am viewing something so extremely, naturally, beautiful, something like the ocean. Those who know me, know that I do not enjoy the water, though I do still like to observing and soak in the sun and all that I observe. My hair is in a messy ponytail and I can feel it getting more and more stinky by the second, the beach air is think and full of substance, a substance that does something so magnificant to anyones hair that they actually make a product that is called "beach hair". I watch, I watch the wave crash onto the shore, I watch the sand dry as waves roll back, I watch couples hold hands and I feel lonely, but then I see a group of kids, playing in the sandy. They have their bold colored pails with their color coded shovels in their hands. They throw the pails in the air and watch as left over sand and water fly through the air like insects. Mud is on their face in their hair and in places that are so comfortable, yet they remain happy, they remain overjoyed with joy, like I say. They laugh they play, they seem so enthralled and occupied with their building and destroying an running. I watched these kids sparatically for about an hour and I believed that they were all related or that they were friends that came together, but I came to find out that when it was time to go, all of the kids dispersed and went to their on designated towels that were far from each other, they knew nobody when they came and that day they made a friend, they had fun even though most of them came allow, they left not quite alone as they came.
How are children so amazingly open with each other, so free, no inhibitions, no apprehension, just true feelings and emotions that run through them, they do what they want to and they dont do what they dont want to do. They dont care if they are being watched by people on the beach, if they are running around half naked in their bathing suit, they dont care if there is mud in their face and in their mouth because it tastes good, it tastes like happiness and fun. This isnt just at the beach either, this is in my preschool class where their are 24 children like this, that are happy to hold some other child's hand to jump up and down at the end of the day. They dont care what others think of them if they look stupid, or if their hair is messed up, or if their mascara is running. They know nothing of the world we live in where people are on strike, and movie stars are able to run a state, and a world that sets standards for how girls should talk, dress, act, look, and be... same for guys.
Screw caring about what others think, I am going back, I am going back to the time when I could hold hands with someone I didn't know, when I could play with someone I didnt know, when I could get sand in my face and run around on the shore with my bathing suit on!
I could say anything.... F caring, F people, F what others think...but in the end I know I never could go back, I never could do some of those things kids do these days, I could rant and rave about all of these things and I probably wont change.... I want to though... I am going to try...
Random Stuff ~~~~~~~~~~~~~>>>> Thank you to the people that are there for me when I need them the most, for those who can listen to me and not make me feel like a burden and for those who truely know me and could just tell that there is something wrong and could pin point it, and could not do anything at all and make me feel better by saying things I want to hear. I love those people, you know who you are...
I heart my friends!!!
TAVICKY OWNS DASHMIR always!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
take the tavicky dashmir quiz today!!!
I got most talkative/class clown of the school! big ups to that!
Donald is funny... monotone voice>>"I had an ab roller, someone stole it." monotone voice as we approach a red light and he almost runs it>>>"O, what is going on."... monotone voice as we almost get fun over by doing a three point turn at an intersection when failing to u-turn.
Crazy asians!!!
I love the name JARED!!!!
I wonder if I inspire...
Do I inspire you like you inspire me?
Tell me!!
Tell me!!!
Tell me!!!!
I recall a time at the beach when I was inspired, I wrote about it before, but never on lj.
I sat in a plastic chair with a blanket between me and the plastic. I felt disconnected from the world, I seem to get like this when I am viewing something so extremely, naturally, beautiful, something like the ocean. Those who know me, know that I do not enjoy the water, though I do still like to observing and soak in the sun and all that I observe. My hair is in a messy ponytail and I can feel it getting more and more stinky by the second, the beach air is think and full of substance, a substance that does something so magnificant to anyones hair that they actually make a product that is called "beach hair". I watch, I watch the wave crash onto the shore, I watch the sand dry as waves roll back, I watch couples hold hands and I feel lonely, but then I see a group of kids, playing in the sandy. They have their bold colored pails with their color coded shovels in their hands. They throw the pails in the air and watch as left over sand and water fly through the air like insects. Mud is on their face in their hair and in places that are so comfortable, yet they remain happy, they remain overjoyed with joy, like I say. They laugh they play, they seem so enthralled and occupied with their building and destroying an running. I watched these kids sparatically for about an hour and I believed that they were all related or that they were friends that came together, but I came to find out that when it was time to go, all of the kids dispersed and went to their on designated towels that were far from each other, they knew nobody when they came and that day they made a friend, they had fun even though most of them came allow, they left not quite alone as they came.
How are children so amazingly open with each other, so free, no inhibitions, no apprehension, just true feelings and emotions that run through them, they do what they want to and they dont do what they dont want to do. They dont care if they are being watched by people on the beach, if they are running around half naked in their bathing suit, they dont care if there is mud in their face and in their mouth because it tastes good, it tastes like happiness and fun. This isnt just at the beach either, this is in my preschool class where their are 24 children like this, that are happy to hold some other child's hand to jump up and down at the end of the day. They dont care what others think of them if they look stupid, or if their hair is messed up, or if their mascara is running. They know nothing of the world we live in where people are on strike, and movie stars are able to run a state, and a world that sets standards for how girls should talk, dress, act, look, and be... same for guys.
Screw caring about what others think, I am going back, I am going back to the time when I could hold hands with someone I didn't know, when I could play with someone I didnt know, when I could get sand in my face and run around on the shore with my bathing suit on!
I could say anything.... F caring, F people, F what others think...but in the end I know I never could go back, I never could do some of those things kids do these days, I could rant and rave about all of these things and I probably wont change.... I want to though... I am going to try...
Random Stuff ~~~~~~~~~~~~~>>>> Thank you to the people that are there for me when I need them the most, for those who can listen to me and not make me feel like a burden and for those who truely know me and could just tell that there is something wrong and could pin point it, and could not do anything at all and make me feel better by saying things I want to hear. I love those people, you know who you are...
I heart my friends!!!
TAVICKY OWNS DASHMIR always!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
take the tavicky dashmir quiz today!!!
I got most talkative/class clown of the school! big ups to that!
Donald is funny... monotone voice>>"I had an ab roller, someone stole it." monotone voice as we approach a red light and he almost runs it>>>"O, what is going on."... monotone voice as we almost get fun over by doing a three point turn at an intersection when failing to u-turn.
Crazy asians!!!
I love the name JARED!!!!