Some days, I grow more hopeful with our world. The recent national sensation surrounding a certain homeless man definitely made for some of those days. It’s a heartwarming tale, and I’ve been rooting for this guy and his family (especially the one he had to leave behind).
Ted Williams on Wikipedia
CBS’s wrapup of the story
But on still other days, I’m reminded that our world still has a ways to go. Like today.
Prayers are with the victims’ families.
I see a lot of people start blogs. I also see those blogs more or less abandoned within a few posts. (I can only guess–maybe it’s just a long hiatus.) And I don’t blame any of them, really. I think keeping one of these updated is pretty challenging. You’d think that things that happen in everyday life serve as good posting topics, if nothing else, but I’m finding that things become part of a routine faster than you can type sketch them in words.
Which still doesn’t really excuse a two-posts-a-month schedule when the author is pretending to keep a semblance of a living blog. All of my writing time’s been going into essays and that little project I mentioned a while back, but I miss writing doodly posts like the ones I had over summer. If you want it badly enough, you’ll get it. Or so they say. Or maybe I have the quote wrong. But my point is that I’m really wanting to write normal posts, so I’ll be somehow creating time to do that in the coming days.
If you’re curious about my exciting college life, it’s been a less-than-stellar week for me: filled with ugly weather, a brutal midterm, a ticket for a red light that I’m pretty positive that I didn’t run two weeks ago, and a 41-0 blowout on the football game against Stanford. I live pretty positively, but I can’t defend this week from its failure to be awesome. I don’t mind too much, though, because cool things do happen during bad weeks. Which is why I got to meet some of my favorite people in the world yesterday, and this dropped today, among other things.
I promise the next post will be more substantial than this. I do believe that I’ve run the course of how long I can take this one without rambling more. On Halloween night, for goodness’ sake.
They say people write poetry
To evoke meaning expressively
But you and I know that often,
It’s just BS put more elaborately
So I deny myself when I
Take these verses and design,
For someone more than worthy,
A set of rhymes in lines
For someone that I once compared to Anastasia
And with certain ties to Southeast Asia
Someone I appreciate even more when I
Remember how special they are, break out of my amnesia
You developed such a taste in culture and art
You care for the world with a generous heart
You never neglect on improving yourself
Where it counts you have tact, poise, the smarts
This all describes that someone, yes, you
So why am I writing stuff that you already knew?
Because I think that you sometimes forget
Just how amazing you are, through and through
You, I can’t even describe in diction
And this is fact not fiction
Not quite for the first time in years,
But it’s still a true depiction
I know you won’t let life tell you otherwise
Make you feel inadequate with lies
But in case it ever does,
Well, life’s in for a surprise
So clearly I had a lucky break
Friendships, circumstance does not make
The most reassuring things to have in life:
An extraordinary friend to count on,
And a bakery with the essence of soul.