What's going on here?

What's going on here?
Well Amanda and Emily both have goals to write more. Amanda wants to write a poem and a half a day for the next year, while Emily wants to write for National Write a Novel Month (NaNoWriMo), which is usually in November, but she is going to do it from now until her mission on May 18th. Here is were you can follow us in our goals! Leave comments, encouragement, and what ever else you feel like.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

(2/2) Romantaclism

After accomplishing 99% of the coursework to receive a Bachelor of Science degree I would like to give you a little advice.

Trust the way you feel.

Trust the way your emotions run high and low like a river during summer.

Trust the way you want to follow them, but resist the urge because it’s just not normal.

Trust the way you swing from good to bad and back again within a conversation.

Trust that.

Because that’s how we know we’re alive.

That’s how we know we’re young.

That’s how we know we’ve got time to grow up because we act so impulsively.

Over the years we’ve heard the generations before us mourn for the way we lead our lives.

Why do you think that is?

It’s because we’re impulsive!

Because we jump in feet first with our SHOES ON!

It’s when you lose that

When you lose that sense of adventure,

When you lose the smell of wild mustangs on your breath,

When you lose putting off today what is due tomorrow

That you become middle aged, when you become adult.

Some may characterize being an adult as having bills to pay,

Or doing the things you don’t want to do just because you know you should

Or wearing a skirt most days,

But it’s not any of those things.

Being an “adult” is in losing your vigor for life.

In losing the ability to jump down the stairs one at a time because you’re superman.

In losing the imagination to see yourself as a wildly successful painter

In losing the will to draw on the walls every once in awhile.

We do not lose our youth by becoming a year older,

But rather becoming a tiny bit more realistic in our view points.

So come on,

Lets go stare at the trees and imagine what they’d say.

Lets go jump in puddles just to feel the spray.

Lets go steal cookies from the cookie jar

Lets go see what the world has to offer.

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