Don't wish it away.

We've all done it. Wishing the clock would move faster. Wishing class would end. Wishing the weekend would come. Wishing for whatever hardship or "boredom" the universe has set you with, to be over. But as you wish it away, you are wishing away experiences. You're ignoring the open doors, new people, hilarity, love, pain, adventure, that could just be a glance away. You are, simply, wishing away your life. As you sit there imagining different times, you are missing what is right in front of you. It is impossible to be juicing the moment for all that it is worth, if you are constantly looking forward to something that you believe will be more exciting. Even if you are certain that the moment you are in, is the most boring, dullest, painful and pointless, place to be; there is something that you can take out of it. You will only know what there is to learn if you take your head out of your supposed future and live life as it flies at you.

Seems as though my posts are themed. Well, what's on my mind seems to comes out through my fingers.

I like to write. And I know I don't do so enough. I figured make a blog! That's what all the cool kids are doing, right?

My summer vacation just started and as always the time in my day seems endlessly stretched out before me. I'm not saying that this is a bad thing, not at all. --Something you (who are you?) should know about me, is that I don't get bored. Not out of school anyway. I don't see how one could get bored. There are endless possibilties to entertain us! Pick up a book! A guitar! Open your mouth! Or you could continue to sit at your computer and read random bloggers. Hopefully I'm not boring you? Parent-like-rant over now.

As I was saying, although now there are an increased amount of hours in the day to just hang out, with myself, I feel like time is slipping away from me. It slips through my fingers as I try to make it stay with me. I usually am the one rushing forward to 'the next thing' and time is trying to keep up with me. But now I'm seeing that there is less and less point in trying to beat all else to 'the next thing'. Can't we all just stay here? Relax with our thoughts? Oh, wait. It's idle thoughts that everyone runs from. The artists are the only people brave enough to wallow in what they allow there their minds to create. And again, artists are the most haunted brand of people.

So that got progressively darker as I kept writing. But I'll leave with that. It's time to function with the rest of the world and not stare at my computer screen. And eat food. I forgot a couple meals today...