Moment Undefined.

Everyone searches for that feeling. That one moment that you wish could last forever, or at least longer than it actually does. Regardless of bad or good, a man’s life comes down to a few significant moments that determine purpose and direction. These moments are something people chase after. Some, unaware of what they are actually chasing after, search willingly for that one moment of absolution, that elusive split second of clarity, where for once, nothing else seems to matter, except enjoying it while it lasts. Whether its that one phone call, that one kiss, that one near death experience, that one moment where you lost yourself, everyone searches for it; because in the end, it’s not even about the event that took place, but about the moment your eyes were opened, that one moment when you realized shit just would never be the same again.

I guess the search continues;

and as soon as I come back everyone’s my best friend again..

I often wonder what happened to the people that used to be a bigger part of my life. I feel like so many people just disappeared over time. Those who used to call everyday or send me the odd message here and there now no longer do either. It’s my fault too for not keeping in touch and I guess moving to London didnt help but, those who used to care, seem like they don’t. I’m not really asking much, if anything I just miss hearing about their lives; all the crazy adventures and things they face everyday. I miss the stories, I miss helping, I miss them. Where did all you crazy kids run off to? Text me sometime? :)

peace.

bowls.

..even did some reading and somewhat caught up…kinda.

i’m proud.

there are all kinds of family. we’re often told that family comes first. our brothers, our sisters, mothers and fathers; these are the people that have watched us grow. these are the people that raised us to be who we are. but what about the others? what about our friends? what about the people that we see day after day? when i moved to school i was afraid. i was afraid that i didnt have my family anymore. i was afraid that i didnt have people who would look out for me or tell me that everything would be okay, or people who would come to me for help. i’ve been here for almost three weeks now, and in these three weeks all i’ve done is made my family bigger. im grateful for the people around me, the people that listen to my ramblings, the people that care. so many people strive to find a family their whole lives, and many never even succeed. i however, can say that in the past 19 and a half years of my life, i have been surrounded by nothing but family, and i just want all those people to know that i’ll never forget them. it’s not abut how often you talk or send a text, it’s about looking at yourself at the end of the day, and realizing that there are too many people to list that support you, that have your back, that push you through your hard times, and guide you the whole way.

peace.