12/17/2010

Be a squirrel




I sat in my classroom, and as i looked out the window...i saw a black ordinary squirrel on a baren tree. Something so ordinary, yet something to think about. I sat there and wondered what the significance of this squirrel's life was. What was it's point in life? why scavenge, and collect fo the winter? why eat the dry dead leaves off that tree? Why exist? What is so special about that squirrel's life that it deserves to live it? I dont know about religion, or spirituality, but i dont agree with pesimists that life isnt worth living. I dnt know if we have a point for living, but we're here, now, and into the future, and every second we stay on the planet is for some reason, i haven't the slightest idea why, but if we're here, we might as well make use of our time. Do something! Be someone! Live and Love this god forsaken life!
Just...go...
Be a squirrel.
 
xo, stefanie

12/16/2010

Worn




Sometimes you wake up and everything in the world seems so wonderful, you have so much excitement for the day and NOTHING can ruin it. Then you wake up the next day and you feel well.....not awful or horrible, just...indifferent and uncertain. What once was something so simply amazing can turn into something you have no idea what to feel about. I hate that feeling, you just want to get back, be happy and blissful. I especially hate what this does to the people around the situation. Whether they think its hormones, unhappiness, a mental imbalance, whatever, its not, its just... well i think its just too much of a good thing can wear you out, and then you dont have enough for the next day. Thats my theory. And sure!, you can have happy blissful excitement for days, months, years!, however long, and then you come to an end, not a depression, maybe a form of depression, just...worn.

xo, stefanie

12/09/2010

Hmm...


Hmm...
Peace and quiet can be all that someone needs.

xo, stefanie

12/06/2010

Love Man


As you can probably tell, I was on the bus when I secretly took this photo. I feel in love with this man. Not in the sense that I wanted to jump him or marry him! But in the sense that he had a kind heart. Flowers, orange 80s sunglasses, the newspaper, and socks and sandals. I like to think that he was bringing those flowers to a loved one, just for the hell of it, not because of an occasion, just because he loved that person so much that he didn't need a reason to bring that person flowers. I want a man like that, I want to grow old with someone like that, I want to be loved like that, and in return, love like that. But I'm still young, and I know people think that people as young as me don"t know anything about love. But that's not true, we know of love, we know about it, around it, and thru it, what we might not know, is how it feels.

xo, stefanie

12/01/2010

Moments and Things...








Things I love that I experienced:

 
- Mack (my cat)
- Crowded buses
- A piece of scrambled eggs that looked like africa
- Bear (the dog in the Distillery District)
- Embroidered pillowcase by my grandmother
- Embroidered picture
- Old ladies with walkers and tiny dogs


Sometimes these things make your day :)
xo, stefanie
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