.:Life:.

Life is so fragile. 

This year has really made this statement true for me. 
Not through experience I've had personally, but through the trials my loved ones have gone through this year.
It started with the death of my Uncle, soon after that my Great Uncle scared us by having a stroke and being held at the hospital in critical condition. Days after he was committed, my Great Aunt was taken to the hospital... His wife, my Great Aunt (who they thought would live over him) died. Now just this morning my Grandma has fallen victim to stroke... 

Don't regret the life you live.
Life comes as quick as it goes...

.:Over a Mountain:.

It's great to escape, 

even for just a week.

I really enjoy the solitude of Stevensville, Montana. 

It's a beautiful little place away from anything mainstream. 

I think everyone deserves the opportunity to escape from their life, every now and again. Sometimes to move forward, we have to first take a step out of our reality. 

Divided by a mountain, 5 1/2 hours away, is a place where I go nearly every other weekend, my 2nd home. 

.:Human:.

It is 11:32PM 

My thoughts have begun to open now that winter is finally passing. I always seem to somewhat shut down, during the coldest part of the year. But now, that I have begun to start thinking in depth again, I can't stop which makes it hard to focus. Something about the warm weather is inspiring. That's why I like fall the best, it has a nice balance about it. Anyway...

Tonight I've just taken some time to reflect the events of recent in my life:

-Life

-Death

-Success

-Failure

But it has helped me to realize that for everything bad, there is always something good. Sometimes I lose motivation, I give up, I get tired of trying... However, the thought that what seem's to be soo horrible never really stays for too long keeps me inspired to make the most out of life. 

I can't explain why things happen or even begin to understand the purpose of some events that have occurred in my life. Although I am sure of one thing and that is that there is reason behind everything. Nothing happens for the sake of just happening, and even though we may not realize it at the time, there is a bigger picture being painted. 

So as they say when the world give you lemons make lemonade, or perhaps you can make grape juice, apple juice even. What I'm trying to say is that despite the fact that things may happen around us that we are not fond of we have a choice to make what we want out of every situation we are put in. 

As you wake up each morning make a choice, the right choice, the choice to accept life, the choice to be happy, the choice to know that tomorrow is another day, and the choice of recognizing that we are all human.

.:3rd Hour:.

This trimester I do not have a 3rd hour. Therefore, I figure I may as well make myself useful and write while I have the time. 

Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that a closed mind is a closed heart. An odd notion maybe, but quite true. I've realized that of all the people I've met, it has been the ones who were accepting and open minded that were the happiest and the kindest of the souls. Therefore it has come to be that I will strive to live with an open mind (I do believe I have done a pretty good job so far). 

Free Mind = Open Heart

And with that I am off. Off to discover more things, places, and people. 

.:Wisdom Teeth:.

Yesterday. 

5:00PM.

I entered the Dentist's office. 

There I sat with a numb mouth.

I heard horrible noises, and I felt a terrible pinching in my two bottom Wisdom Teeth. The numbing substance made me shake, and I became very cold. As I lay there in anticipation of when the horror would be over, there were several times where I was inclined to reach up and grab the dental assistance arm (the inclination to do this was due to the spiking pain I felt at random in my bottom teeth). 

6:00PM.

My mom walked in, and without even the knowledge that my top two Wisdom Teeth had been removed, I was done. Before leaving the Dentist's office they informed me that they had nicked a bone on the lower right hand side of my jaw and that the swelling on that side would be quite greater than the other side. As I returned upon my home, I began to cry from the frustrations of a swollen mouth. However, I was comforted when I slipped into a warm bath and remembered that this pain wouldn't last forever. 

Later that Night.

As my mom gave me my pain pills and retired to bed, I began to watch "Breakfast at Tiffany's". Just when I was somewhat comfortable and I thought the horror was over, I began to feel uneasy and nauseated. I tried to sip water and I had some yogurt, but despite my efforts, the nausea only began to increase. I spent all of last night and early this morning in and out of consciousness and attempting to puke in hopes that I would be relieved of this poisonous feeling. 

As of now...

I am in severe pain, for I am scared to take my pain meds. For every time I seem to try and attempt to take pain pills of any sort I become quite ill. And the sickness that I am tainted with after taking the pill(s) is much worse than just pushing through the soreness of my swollen jaw. I lay here in my bed, quite puffed up and pale, in hopes that full recovery is not to long away. 

In the sense of recovery:

"There's no elevator, you have to take the steps."

.:Kombucha Juice:.

Last Night.

I went to the store and bought some Kombucha Juice. 

This Morning.

I drank some Kombucha Juice.

2 Minutes Later.

I decided Kombucha Juice, despite its health benefits, is quite fowl tasting.

Sorry blog, and sorry to myself, and sorry to anyone who enjoys reading my blog. I haven't posted recently. But don't worry I plan on writing a lengthy piece tonight when I return from school and other mandatory activities. 

.:Seasons:.

As I woke up this morning I looked outside only to see the snow was gone... This year of seasons have been weird. Anyway while thinking of the seasons I stumbled upon one of my old poems:


Seasons
Slowly summer is in transition, but spring still lingers, hanging like evil men in dead air. Looking for a place to start its' infection of color; while we wait in pale grey and cold winter rains.


Feeling no warmth from a sun that still slumbers in his plush comforter of clouds. Meanwhile we wait in our chambers filled with artificial light. Dozing off to better places, yet too eager to stay long in a dream...


And it reminded me, as the seasons change with waves of unknown weather, we change in motions only know to ourselves as well.