My Worlds.

Reading really takes me to a whole different world. A utopia filled with adventures and tales of love so deep that the ocean is no comparison. That world much richer than anything that this life offers at this point in time. Lost in Daydreams that string the day along. My thirst is still not quenched. More stories of bravery, epic heros, and selfless chivalry are hungered. I want the words to pour and fountain at me just as the waters of Niagara Falls plummets down the cliff's edge. What is this use of the real world? Yet my daily life is filled with the visions of daydreams to color the tasteless life. The vibrant colors I like to dream turn my world into wonder and creation. I wish to share this light and perspective with others. Serious life... a very strong oxymoron. What is so serious when walking along the street, tripping on something, then looking back to see that there was nothing there. Or even saying something stupid and out of turn to a complete stranger, who gives a confused but uninterested look. People watching, simple entertainment that prays of the intriguing lives and behaviors of human interaction. I see with my eyes the powers of others, the power that lies within. The power to do good, with so many as a beacon to try and follow in their heroic path. My way, my way I wish to take to get to the greatness. My colors, my colors that I may paint this path with. My dream, my dream to build my vision of how I would help this world. Catch the dreams in your hand with your heart and share them with others. Share the good that we all have and are capable of. This world can be as breath taking as our dreams at night. Why wonder?

Wonderful Poem

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I really love this poem. I was suppose to be studying for finals and I came upon part of this poem. So I decided to look it up and read it. First I really love this poem because many times I just stand at the fork in the road. It is hard to take that first step, It's hard committing to what needs to happen eventually. It seems just easier to sit and wait. Yet, this is not life, waiting around. Life is going and doing. Life is seeing all the colors the night sky has to offer. Commit... a scary word that rarely is in my vocabulary. Also this poem takes the road less traveled. I want to be a pioneer in my day. I want to be different and take the overgrown road. It is exciting taking the hard road, it is filled with new adventures. I do not want to take the familiar road which many have gone on. My own life, my own way. Some advice that probably is not very good advice but... Do what you do and keep on keepin on. Style is an interesting word. It can be related to everything. Style of hair, style of play, style of work and Ect.. The list goes on so find your own style. Make the world more vibrant. Make the world a better place. It would be sad to not experience a very polychromatic life. Relating back to the poem. I think if I were at the fork in the road, I would start making my own path.

True Quiet

I woke up one Sunday morning at 7am in Rexburg. I walked out the door, and there I heard it, the peace of the morning touched Rexburg. Peaceful's definition is, free from disturbance and tranquil. As such, the peaceful is drowning out the morning with flow. The dew sprinkled the ground as the sun was freshly up. The cool cut of the air really brings you down to earth from one's cloudy dreams. Really the smell of the air is rare, that is more tasteful with the nonexistent noise. No spoiling from the resonance of cars, construction, mowers and even people. Just me and the morning sun keeping me company, even the birds seem quieter today. I feel as though they are taking a rest also, as they are nuzzled in their nests.
The deserted town never seemed so treasurous before. The little things carry me from day to day. Simple is best. Simple life, simple treasures and simple happiness. Money seems empty. Who ever heard of a simple lucrative life? Money is complicated, yet comfortable. How much is too much? Money seems like it's unneeded noise too. The problems it causes is because man is imperfect. Never enough of this noise, something is always needed. There's always that scarcity that keeps us from fulfilling every need. In the mind lies what we think we need. Food, Water, Education and most importantly Love. Love is hope sometimes it masks the noise of life. It even makes our vision clearer, our goals more attainable and our life more meaningful.
There are masters of this noise. They are the quiet examples that lead society unknowingly. The masters are those who live the truth, live the real life. Not this empty life that we can be consumed by.
Music on the other hand enhances the true quiet, done right that is. This world is filled with so many different perspectives. So many different arts that enrich the world. The music is there to listen, for us to be enriched. The earth sings just for us. The earth sings for peace, justice, democracy and the good in people. The earth smiles for you and me helping each other. She just wants a better life for everyone. She is in our energy, our sight, and our flavors. She even weeps with us in our times of distress. The wind blows for the purpose of man. The rain falls for us too, giving us life and others life around us.
The noise does not stop, yet we can impede the ability to hear the bustle. And we can escape to the song of the forest. The symphony can bring wonder to our ears. What is silence? Silence is neglecting the strong temptations one has for money, power, selfishness and violence. The true quiet is to live a life enriched with the music the earth gives, the music our Heavenly Father gives us. Even though this maybe as simple or as complex nothing is quite as succulent for our hearts.

Slooow down!

So Memorial Day weekend was the best. I had such a good time with Mara and Tanner's family. The home cooked meals were definitely my favorite part, it does not get much better than that. So then as we were going home, I found a small lake and stopped. The picture does not do it justice. The hills were covered with yellow flowers. It was just so gorgeous.
I need a job soo bad. I get so lazy sometimes. But that is done and over with and tomorrow I'm going to look for a job.
Also it has been raining here everyday for the past 3 weeks. I love the rain and all but I am just ready for Sunshine. I am turning soooo white. But like i said the rain is so good. Idaho is gorgeous with rain. It's just when it stops raining it gets pretty brown.
So this semester is going by so fast. I'm going to looks for internships starting tomorrow too. Sometimes life goes too fast.

Hawaii

My dad works for Monsanto in St. Louis and he has a lot of contacts especially in Monsanto. Basically there are sites for breeding corn and soybean in Hawaii. My dad hooked me up with the site manager and I applied to be a Field Technician (Field worker, manual labor) and they hired me. Also I got my friend Auboraubs to come out with me, which I'm so glad she did. I would have been kind of lonely. Anyway so I work as an unofficial intern at this site in Kunia, HI. I work with mostly Filipinos and Micronesians. Except for the managers, Aubrey and I are the ONLY white girls. It is an exhilerating experience to be the minority. I don't mind so much but it feels like I get discriminated against. I don't really know what to think. They always say " oh you alright? go take water break." "don't work too hard". It's weird.
Hawaii is so different. It's really it's own country almost. The culture is soo completely different from what I'm use to. I'm on Oahu and it just seems like a ton of different cultures are put together on one small island. And they are all sooo different. I've eaten some Filipino food. I can't really decide what to think. You can tell they live off the land in their cooking. The meat is the worst cuts, the vegetables are so foreign and they eat a ton of rice with everything. I guess everyone here eats rice with everything. Apparently Filipinos like to cook with cockroaches and they make it with vegetables a lot of the time. So I've tried a lot of their food and it just disgusts me that I have probably eaten a cockroach. I asked my friend Marilyne, who is Filipino where she gets the cockroaches and she jut gets them from her house. EEWWW! And the Micronesians aren't much better. I'm just use to totally different food. They always offer me food but when I offer them my food they never take it.
Also my Micronesian friend Poll gave Aubrey and I a ride home. He had a wild boar in the back of his car. A willld BOAR! It was a baby but still. I was freakin out. He told me not too close because the pig will bite me ear off. I thought that was the most bizarre thing I would encounter but last night hit the top.
I met this guy on the bust last week and I saw him again while riding the bus back to the house I'm renting a room from. We didn't know it was him at first because he was dressed in girl clothes. He had a freakin bra on. He's such a sweet kid but it seems like he was a wannabe transvestite. The freaky thing was he was sooo pretty. He had amazing bone structure and his guys are gorgeous. He was a pretty girl than I am. It was so confusing. Actually I'm not confused at all, he just seemed a little confused.
Anyway Hawaii has gorgeous landscape even though I'm not use to the people I am surrounded by. I love surfing. I really need to go a lot before I leave, it's so much fun. I love the ocean. Some days working when it's really hot, the ocean just teases you. While the ocean is in the distance it looks so nice to jump in. It's just cruel how blue it is.

Journey

I absolutely love my life right now. I'm so blessed with family and friends that love me. Life seems to be going by too fast. People always come and go. Which ones are the ones that stay? Which ones will be important in a few years? I guess you can make someone a big part of your life but it's hard to keep it going sometimes. And I always wonder when or if someone will come back into my life. The real question is why hasn't there been someone that's really important me yet, excluding my family and life long friends. And the one person that I really wanted to care for did not have reciprocal feelings.
"Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have."“it is by loving and not by being loved that one can come nearest to the soul of another.” I don't know who said this but i really love this. And I whole heartily believe in this. The pain seems like its always there but knowing that there's a certain path for everyone really helps me to understand. I'm really kind of excited for what time will bring, or who it will bring.
I recently just watched Vicky Crisitna Barcelona. I really like it, even though it was chaotic and crazy. It has amazing Spanish guitar that is gorgeous, it give the movie a sensual tone. It has so many good ideas, I think Woody Allen did a great job. It gives me a whole different perspective in how to live. These characters all had rich lives that they enjoyed to the fullest. Their way of life was simple yet full of adventure. It really opened my eyes to how I want to be. Simply happy with the small things that keep me going. It just seems like everyone around me is so materialistic. I'm so tired of it all. I just want to do what I do.
K so I lost. I don't understand. They do not seem as amazing as he led them to be. Agh I'm frustrated. I guess 2 years is a long time but so many things can change.