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As I look out of my window, one thought and one thought
alone breaks through my scattered thoughts. What do the trees think in their stony
silence? Are they consciously aware of their surroundings? Do the trees
understand the beauty around them? Do they recognize the simple yet powerful
flow of the streams passing by? Do they know the model they set for the
surrounding world encompassing their radiance? The pleasure of the wind blowing
through their leaves like the hair on my head. Their carelessness in a world built
on careful planning. Do they know my admiration and my will to be immersed in
their exquisiteness? My jealousy for their being knows no bounds as their
infinite knowledge of a heavenly world knows even less. The threat of a sudden
end does not shake them. They are as strong as the rocks lying at their feet. Yet
unlike the stone, the tree bends at the will of its environment. Strength and
flexibility incorporated into one. The lessons we can learn from you is
limitless. Quiet reflection, harmony, and passive resistance are only a few. I
want your strength and I will find your source. Should I wait in sovereign
reflection for the world yet to come? Can I, will I model myself after your
perfect representation? I have your strength deep within me waiting for the
moment where it will show itself. Your inter-connected with a harmonious world
is an illustration of how the world once was and hopefully will become. You
have been and will be my paradigm for decades to come. I just hope you know my
love for thee. And there they stand, looking upon me with eyes wide shut.
Thank you. Thank you for taking me to a place I need to be and will return to
often. I think I have found my source. And as I plunge back in to reality, I cannot help but cherish those few beautiful moments I spent with you.
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| It is funny how if you let life speed past you, you never get to enjoy it. It's the moments between the moments that are the most valuable. Those moments you pass over without thinking anything of it in your expediated daily life. No matter where you are, no matter when it is, the moments are always there. There is no difference between America and Europe when it comes to these experiences. Sitting inside a room staring at everything and nothing while a guitar is played softly in the background, barely audible over the sound of a howling wind outside the window. Music is no longer music, it is life. It is your soundtrack to life. It is exactly what it should be at the time it is. It doesn't matter what you are seeing, it matters that you are seeing. Conversation is not used as a time killer, there is no time. Life is exactly where it is and where it will be. Enjoying this moment of a moment is a paradise. It is an excursion away from the normal into the unique. And then it ends as it began and you re-enter those moments so familiar. But you have to return to these forgotten moments, because what is more pleasent then living?
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| My seminar group and I were laughing today about how people still take the Da Vinci Code as fact. Put is to effing rest. It is fiction. It just goes to show you how people will believe anything that strengthens their opinions or makes one think outside the box without doing in depth research into the counter-points of the arguement, in this case the book.
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| I think the french win for having the most beautiful women in the world, or at least those with the most beautiful voices...
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| Yesterday was the first time we actually started scaring some norwegians on a bus. It was a very loud, drunk, singing, yelling, burn this motha fucka down bus ride and we sectioned off a part of the bus and claimed it as the american sector. 1...2...3...HELLLLLLLL YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH. and such. Even some of the norwegians started singing and hinting us to follow along, but we didn't know a damn word of the song they were singing.
When I get drunk I start to get a southern twang. Don't ask me why, because last time I got drunk I started talking in dutch gibberish.
It's good to knock people out of their box every once in awhile =P. Life is to short to sit on a bus going to downtown on a party night and talk to yourself. That and the internationals got a kick out of seeing why american culture is so badass.
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