Cassandra

Going back through these posts, through all the years, has taught more more about myself and the process of life than anything else. It’s also taught me quite a lot about the limitless potential we all have to do great things, and to persevere in the face of great odds, someoften considered hopeless causes. Thank you, Cass, for teaching me to hold on and never let go of those desperate hopes.

Safty Third

I just deleted 1,000 words that were aimed at you, but had nothing to do with anyone but myself. Seems like such a cheat. I’ll never forget that phone call the day you died. It was the most devastating event of my life. While it’s so far away, I think this is the first time that I’ve been mature enough to understand the true weight that I had to learn to carry the day you left.

From the day we met you carried me. I could never, alone, bear the weight of my own woes. I could never, alone, accept myself. I could never, alone, find a cause or purpose worth fighting for. I just wasn’t capable. Before I met you I had a one track mind and was on a one way track towards self-destruction and death. You have this amazing ability to bring the best out in people…

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Silence

It comes over you in a wave of utter panic. The insistent and unrelenting chaos of our daily lives--it bombards us with noise. So much noise that it makes the head ache and the heart race with an often onset of a sickening stomach. The feelings don't surface slowly, like bubbles, but rather thrash violently…

Four Star Syndrome

I left Mount Woodson feeling defeated. I knew I wasn't defeated, but instead that I was just burnt out. Too much ambition, too many goals, too many responsibilities, too many dreams; I was trying to accomplish them all at once. By the time I got to San Diego State I was feeling hopeless, like running…

Happy Saturday Folks

Recently, as in the past few weeks, I've had trouble posting because I've been so busy with work and school, but this week has been different. I have had plenty of time to write, and in some instances I have written, but the swells of life have drifted my way and I have allowed myself…