quality v. quantity
sitting on the ground,
digging up the dirt
shoveling the realities
of today, into your dreams of tomorrow.
wiping aside the sweat
and tears that brought
you to that place of understanding,
high upon the mountaintop
ready to jump
to see how you'd fall,
becuase He is there
with his arms open wide at the bottom
shielding you from the pain
you now feel tenfold
because now, He is gone.
my grandpa died on wednesday. we were really close. i seemed to be handling it well outwardly, only breaking down to a select few, for the most part. I was practicing so i would be strong for my family, for my grandpa, my grandma, my mom, my aunt and my uncle. But when the end was near, it was a lot harder to hide. He died on wednesday and i cried. On sunday I cried out more liquid than I think a body as small as mine can actually contain (i guess i had reserves). the best man in the whole world died, and they wanted me to place the customary three shovels worth of dirt onto his coffin (that was just a sugar coated way of say, "we want you to bury your grandpa") I lost it completely there, and dropped three pinches of dirt (i used that freaking heavy shovel)and my uncle placed that godforsaken thing back into the ground. out of respect for him i placed dirt on his coffin, but i will never stop feeling guilit within myself for helping to bury him. hes really gone, i cant even believe it.
Quality v. Quantity
throughout life children are taught that "qualitiy not quantity" is the most important aspect of a paper or project. However, the phrase "quality not quantity" can be applied to life as well. The quality of ones life is more important than the quanitty of it, yet, did you ever stop to realize that quality of someones life depends on the quantity of someone elses?
digging up the dirt
shoveling the realities
of today, into your dreams of tomorrow.
wiping aside the sweat
and tears that brought
you to that place of understanding,
high upon the mountaintop
ready to jump
to see how you'd fall,
becuase He is there
with his arms open wide at the bottom
shielding you from the pain
you now feel tenfold
because now, He is gone.
my grandpa died on wednesday. we were really close. i seemed to be handling it well outwardly, only breaking down to a select few, for the most part. I was practicing so i would be strong for my family, for my grandpa, my grandma, my mom, my aunt and my uncle. But when the end was near, it was a lot harder to hide. He died on wednesday and i cried. On sunday I cried out more liquid than I think a body as small as mine can actually contain (i guess i had reserves). the best man in the whole world died, and they wanted me to place the customary three shovels worth of dirt onto his coffin (that was just a sugar coated way of say, "we want you to bury your grandpa") I lost it completely there, and dropped three pinches of dirt (i used that freaking heavy shovel)and my uncle placed that godforsaken thing back into the ground. out of respect for him i placed dirt on his coffin, but i will never stop feeling guilit within myself for helping to bury him. hes really gone, i cant even believe it.
Quality v. Quantity
throughout life children are taught that "qualitiy not quantity" is the most important aspect of a paper or project. However, the phrase "quality not quantity" can be applied to life as well. The quality of ones life is more important than the quanitty of it, yet, did you ever stop to realize that quality of someones life depends on the quantity of someone elses?