my thoughts on the morning of the first full day I was in India, reading this gives me the chills
The Power of Words
26 letters. It doesn’t sound like many, but mixed in different combinations, you can make TONS of words, but you already knew that… What you then do with these words can be very powerful. Take these words and combine them in different orders with different punctuation, and Bam! ..you have a document containing emotions or feelings or a memory. Put those words together well enough, and you can relive a moment of the past. Put them together really well, and you can let a stranger relive a moment of your past. - That is beautiful. Years and years can pass, but your words can be left behind. Words on that page could have been written by a scientist, or a traveler, or someones loved one leaving for war. They could be famous or they could be ordinary. The words they so strategically placed together, could have meaning to you. They could have been from the 1600s, and that person could have been feeling a way that you’re feeling right now. How could that be. Write about things, document it all - because one day you’ll forget how you felt about graduating college at 21 years old …and those could be some meaningful thoughts, even years down the road.
Word Count: 206
They say that something weird happens in your brain when you walk through a door way. Like you suddenly forget why you were headed into that room in the first place. I think something similar, but way more intense happens when you step on/ off a plane ride. By the time I returned in the United States, I had forgotten pieces of my life over here. I was nervous to get in the drivers seat .. partly because I wasn’t sure I would remember American driving very well, but mostly because I couldn’t recall how to get anywhere. I knew general directions and once on the way somewhere, I would be able to figure it out step by step… but when sitting stationary, I wouldn’t be able to recite the directions to any one specific destination. It was an odd feeling.
Before I left, one month sounded like a very long time, there it moved by fairly quickly, and by the time I got back here - it felt like I was gone for at least twice that amount of time.
That’s one of the great things about music. You can sing a song to 85,000 people and they’ll sing it back for 85,000 different reasons.
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I wore an ankle bracelet almost everyday. It jingled with each step I took. At first I wore it just because I liked the way it looked. It was made by a company that takes scraps of unused and cut up material and instead of throwing them away, they use them to make cute jewlery - "we believe in reducing waste using creativity". I liked that about it too.
But a few days went by, and I thought about it. I started to really like how I could hear each step I took. A step towards the door, a step back to my flat, a step towards someone who needed help. Because I heard a that little jingle, each step became sort of tangible. Each step I take matters and can effect the people around me - and that’s powerful. I have purpose. And I’m in control of the steps I do take, and also the ones that I don’t.
Christmas in India
just about every year I write about my thoughts on Christmas…
“It’s Christmas in India!
Yay no school!! We spent Christmas at the Taj Mahal!! Fuck Yeah 2013. Christmas is definitely recognized here, but not on over kill. I really like that about here. People weren’t running around stressed as ever getting gifts, etc. They just wanted to be home with their families. How rad. Who knew India would understand Christmas better than we (Americans) do.”