8 Candles for 8 Hopes and Dreams
1st Candle - raising my children to be courageous and strong, but are not embarrassed to sing a heartfelt song.
2nd Candle - a warm bed for all on these cold winter nights. No fear of Overdosing or Frost Bite.
3rd Candle - For the courage to tell my loved ones how much they mean to me. Without them, I could not be all that I can be.
4th Candle - To know which road of the many roads that I should take. And not be afraid of making a mistake.
5th Candle - To never feel the sting of regret. I know that I can never pay off that debt.
6th Candle - To speak words of life and healing. Not letting my heart become unfeeling.
7th Candle - To fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. Instead of looking around and waiting for someone else.
8th Candle - To love my wife as fiercely as the day I met her. Boredom threatens all relationships, but my feelings for her still stir.
My Bizarrely Random Day
Waking up from my drunken stupor to being hit over the head by 2 still very drunk girls. I run the gauntlet of crazy girls and passed-out bodies out the door.
With my head still pounding I walk 12 blocks to get to work. When I encounter a sketchy-looking dude. Trying to sell, what I thought was weed, out of his backpack. I said, "No thanks. I don't smoke." He said, "Not weed bro. Meat. Like T-bone steaks." I was pretty hungry after a long night. So I said, "Sure. Let's have a look." Sure enough. The man had no less than 20 T-bone Steaks in his backpack.
The only reason I didn't end up walking away with a lump of meat is because that guy thought he was being a real entrepreneur. He thought that each steak was worth $40. So I say that there's no one on God's green earth who would buy that for that much and walk away.
Finally, I make it to work. Today I'm paired up with a guy I'll call Winston. Winston was an older man. Way too old to be working on a Construction site. But for some reason, the boss kept him around.
Another thing to mention about Winston is that he talks like Dr. Seuss writes. Everything he said not only rhymed but had rhythm as well. Which would normally entertain me all day, but I was incredibly hungover, hungry, and dehydrated. And trying to accomplish even the simplest forms of communication with Winston. Took the mental fortitude of a Psychology Professor.
After a long 8 hour day of rhythm and rhyming. The day was finally over. It was getting late when I got to my parents' home. "How was your day," said my Mom. I said, "Not too bad."
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This is My Final Farewell
A stunning redhead,
Beautiful as can be.
A smile as bright as the sun,
A heart as deep as the sea.
Long ago, I said goodbye,
For the very last time.
When we were young and naive,
Both of us in our prime.
Though life drifts forward
Leaving all behind.
Your Laugh, your Fragrance, your Touch,
Are still trapt in my mind.
So I must say farewell to you once again,
Though it may break my heart.
Every moment with you has been a gift,
A wonderful work of art.
Ranked in no particular order
Metallica - Black Album: Wherever I may roam
Rage Against the Machine - Evil Empire: Bulls on Parade
Pink Floyd - Darkside of the Moon: Comfortably Numb
Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory: In the End
Linkin Park - Meteora: Lying from You
Bob Marley - Mixed: Three little Birds
Tupac - Greatest Hits: Dear Momma
TFK - War of Change: War of Change
Green day - American Idiot: Holiday
Crimson King - Epitaph: Epitaph
Unknown as an Alien
An unknown colour appears. Bright and in-your-face like the sun. Then just as suddenly disappearing. Never to be seen again.
As if an alien from deep space casually showing up at a local park. Talking in a way that isn't even remotely familiar or barely audible. Moving in a way that doesn't make sense, but somehow works. Producing an odour that is pleasant, yet overwhelming.
How much would that transform your way of thinking? How could you go back to looking at a Rainbow? You would forever be gazing at the world's finest works of art. Only to feel empty. Knowing that something is missing.
The Older I Get
The older I get, the more time seems to disappear into years. When I talk with a friend and it feels like I just talked to them. I stop and think. Realizing that it's been 2 months.
Working at a job for 5 years doesn't seem that long. Until I remember that Highschool was only 4 years. And every day felt like an eternity. Realizing how much happened during that period in my life.
The older I get, the less each year matters. Or at the very least. Each year becomes less memorable.