To Whom It May Concern

We're all the same.

All having so much to say,

longing for someone to read our words

to find companionship there.

But no one comes to the table,

we're alone with our thoughts,

would it have been better that they were

still inside our heads?

He Maketh No Mistake

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I'll trust my Lord to lead
For He doth know the way. - Overton

A love letter to the world

"A morning person" is generally considered to be someone who naturally wakes up early - regardless of whether or not they actually enjoy it. I don't naturally wake up early, and if left to my own devices I wake up at the crack of noon and go to sleep at 2 am. I hate this. I love mornings.

There is something about being awake when it's quiet and the world is asleep. I suppose I'm attracted to the peace and solitude of the early morning hours. In fact, there is nothing more beautiful than to watch the sunrise: bits of sunshine bouncing off of the morning mist as it lazily stretches it's arms out. The earth comes alive, and I'm alive with it. We are alive together, living another day. Mornings are magical.

If I could get proposed to, I'd like to get proposed to in the morning, or perhaps late at night when the stars are at their peak in the sky. It's in these hours when I feel like the only soul alive. Though I can hear the steady underlying heartbeat of the world as we live and sleep together. It tickles my soul as I think that there may be someone out there, like myself, thinking the same thing.

So I am on a crusade, to change my sleeping patterns. I refuse to believe that sleeping all day and staying up all night is who I am. How could it be if I am so entranced by mornings? So good morning, I hope today finds you with many blessings and countless opportunities to pour out your beauty on the world as you are filled by the beauty that surrounds you.

some messed up ideology

I recently found that I assume that my friendships (or future friendships) are dependent on what I can offer people in return for the friendship. We learned a term about this in Sociology last semester, I believe it was called "Rational choice theory" where interacting individuals weigh the benefits and costs of interaction....

I'm worth only as much as I am able to offer the relationship...that's not right, is it?