Dreaming

Why do we dream so much? Of things we can't have, of things we wish we could do but are too scared to do.  Reality so often doesn't fit what I want...it's why I dream.  I lay on the floor and let the music just float through my ears...and then it hits; it's that rush I get when a note strikes a chord.  In this moment my world spins, my head escapes reality and I float into a world of imagination and thrill.  It's a powerful thing really...dreaming...it gives us the ability to escape from the reality that stares of down.  It allows us to hope for what might happen.  When is it taken to far?  When can these two worlds collide...I find them to collide in the small miracles that happen all around us.  Miracles of love, of nature, of life.  Movies are all about dreaming; they all ping our inner hopes from within.  Those perfect stories that connect with our hearts, and then we all dream that they'll happen in our own lives.  Everyone wants it...that perfect story in our lives...where all the pieces fall into place.  I think these stories are possible...the only thing standing in the way is that we don't have to courage to say what's truly on our hearts.  Fear is standing in the way between dreams becoming reality.  So I continue to dream about what I could do or say.  I'll listen to all those songs that inspire me...yet never act on the inspiration. 

In church today we were asked to go back and review the last decade.  What's happend; how's it changed me?  I think my next few posts will be my review of the last decade.  Maybe a rather lengthy introduction to myself.  It feels like just a few years ago and i had started high school...now i'm close to graduating from college.  Some of the most defining moments of my life have been in the last ten years...i guess it does equal half my life! 

(listening to: "Streetlights" Making April - "I Could Say" Lily Allen - "I See You"  Mika)

My First Blog

It's Christmas Day. A birthday party. I'm in the middle of a snow storm and it makes me realize why I love the midwest. A cold day spent in a warm house gives a sense of warmth to the core. Weather like this makes me want to write.

I recently heard a message on angels. I find myself daydreaming now about what's going on that I can't see. What sounds can't I hear? Is the world filled with the music of the earth? A tiger's roar can be heard by other tiger's up to five miles away. Maybe the rush of leaves on a fall day has its own sound I can't hear. The reality of what I call life is so small. The way I see the world is so shallow compared to what is really happening. This seems to be my pursuit of late: to find out what's really going on in this crazy world. So if this were my introduction to myself I would say I am a searcher. I am looking for purpose and meaning in the little things. When I see a mountain range I don't want to see just the mountain: I want to see the secrets left behind by the creator of those mountains. The way the range cuts the sky; the way the clouds part the points. There's so many secrets to discover. So many things to see. Its why I want to live my life with my Eyes Wide Open

(written to Hallucinations by Angels & Airwaves) download it free here