Monday, December 12, 2011

A Kiss To Build A Dream On...

Give me a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss.
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this:
A kiss to build a dream on.

Give me a kiss before you leave me,
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart.
Leave me one thing before we part,
A kiss to build a dream on.

Give me your lips for just a moment,
And my imagination will make that moment live.
Give me what you alone can give,
A kiss to build a dream on!

Saturday, December 3, 2011

My Blog Entry


It's interesting to see how our perspective of life can become more down-to-earth as we live our lives. We learn to live and experience life from a myriad of sources, from simply conversing with a fellow human being, to reading textbooks, and even from the "Information Superhighway". It's surprising when you realize that key life lessons such as perseverance, romance, and friendship are learned from a tv show. Perhaps the beauty of all of this is that you never stop learning. Everyday offers new opportunities, trials, and sometimes moments of respite from what you just endured, from what surrounds you, or for what lies ahead. As for me, I like to think of life as a series of tests. Only these tests aren't taken just once and they're done with forever, but they aren't recycled either, which can give people a chance to predict the future. Rather, these tests become one, which I like to refer is as the Test. Everyday, we're thrown a test question here and there, and if we're lucky enough, we'll be given an extra credit question that can redeem us from a terrible day or prevent us from waivering further. Perhaps the strangest part about the Test isn't the feeling that it doesn't feel like one, but the fact that there are no right or wrong answers to the questions or even a study guide to help prepare us ahead of time. Instead, there are days where we feel victorious, knowing we answered our questions correctly, days where we ponder and doubt ourselves, and days when we truly look at the mirror and see ourselves for what we are, the only thought that can manage to form itself is, "Just what the hell am I doing?" In the end, though, there are really only two attitudes to deal with this truth - it matters to us or it doesn't. I try not to worry if I'm wrong or right - I have friends and family to help me find the right answers. Though I still have to wonder, "Can they really help me?" After all, though we're all in this together, but what we're facing just isn't the same.