Vous etes mon coeur.

Simplistic words within our lives can have such a deeper meaning. Whether they become our philosophy or encouragement, the power of words can lead us through our darkest and greatest moments of life.

Vous etes mon coeur. From the tongue, the words are romantic and beautiful. Language may differentiate us, but the realization of their powerful impact on our fellow brothers and sisters ignites a desire in us to learn about other cultures and unravel words that are only an enigma to us. When we translate, our hearts suddenly realize that those words aren't as simplistic as we thought. Enigmatic they may be at first, but if we dig a little deeper, we will find the truest meaning of all.

You are my heart. Now translated, we realize there could be endless meanings. While language differentiates us, we can come to realization that we all share a common love. Our hearts, our love, our mission, our words create life. Are they simplistic? No. But what we do with them can turn something enigmatic into something beautiful.

Beautiful Dream.

As I approach my last few months of highschool, I reminisce on this past year and believe it to be only a beautiful dream. It seems surreal that the comfort of home will soon vanish as I will move away to an alienated place called college. When I try to envision myself graduating in less than 6 weeks, I can't because it seems as though time has beat me. With my two hazel eyes, I see time taunting me. I begin to reflect on my highschool life and begin to wish that I could stop the clock of life and live in a pure timeless month of accompishing everything I had envisioned for myself. However, this task is unrealistic.
With everything I have, I will make these last six weeks of highschool more than just a beautiful dream. The clock is ticking and the memories to come are endless.
While I am both frightened and excited for the future, I am reminding myself that this last month and a half is time that I will never be able to travel back to.
Here is to the laughter, tears, late night studying, and joy that will become all but a dream.

Window of Thought

There are days when I stare out the window and I am not aware of it.
Looking out into the busy street, the eyes do not see.
If someone I knew walked by and waved, I would not know.
The window serves as a home to thought. My mind wanders, my feet do not.
I am left here to ponder the days ahead of me.
The mundane earth seems detached from my fingertips.
As I gaze into nothingness, there is no stream of consciousness.
Instead, I seek the pureness of solitude and disconnection from the entire world.
My mind wanders, my feet do not.
The window I stare out separates me from a charismatic life.
Inside my window of thought, my mind is lost.
I want to be free but it is a fact that I am not.
Please, Father, come save me through this window of thought.

Silhouettes

Everything my two hazel eyes see, or rather do not see, is what the world would call a silhouette. Have you ever thought that everything is a matter of black and white to us. What is the story behind each and every individual that passes you by. Well, plainly those silhouettes passing us by are all beings that struggle with the wickidness of the world. We are all human beings walking on this beautiful and magnificent land as we fight for faith, strength and hope. We are all brothers and sisters of Jesus Christ, yet we are alienated to many that walk the same earth.We are silhouettes of the life we are living. However, if we, as followers of God, choose to dissipate the black and white of the world, we will find the color of the lives of those around. Our eyes will open up to the enigma around us as we will find how similar we all are. The black and white of the pain we endure will become accepted as we find that we are here for eachother. We are not just silhouettes casually lingering among this earth questioning the pain and battles that we are fighting. We simply are silhouettes in Jesus Christ, for he is the light that shines through our silhouette to dissipate all black and white, to make us we.

Stars

So I can never look at stars the same again. I went to this planetarium in San Francisco and we watched an imax video on Stars. The stars are billions of miles away and are just clusters of gas. I have always known this but have you ever really looked up into the night sky and just stare at all those twinkling stars? We are traveling so fast around the sun, its crazy. Our galaxy is so big and yet it is only one of millions of galaxies. The stars have always fascinated me but to know that some of them are bigger than the earth is crazy. They are those twinkling lights that were there when you wished upon a star. Those dancing stars helped you when you wanted that puppy for your birthday to the day you wished for a car to the days you asked for a child. Stars are our friends even if we dont realize it. Notice how they are always there twinkling upon all the troubled faces in the World, shining there hope onto every tear making it shine and give light into peoples lives. Stars that travel around the universe provide a sense of happiness. Just look at one twinkling in the night sky, trust me, you'll smile.

Run for a Cure

Running.
There are so many people out in the world that run. One may run to lose weight. Another runs to be with friends while some just do it for pure enjoyment. Yes, I may run for some of those reasons but there is one thing that keeps me going. One thing that males me want to get through tough courses and the pain when running up hills. Its hope. Its hope for a cure. Every day I run with one thing in the back of my mind- my dad. When I was 3 years old, my dad was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa and Macular Degeneration. Both are hereditary retinal eye diseases that have caused my dad to be legally blind. He immediately couldn't drive anymore and his life changed. My dad found hope in running too. He sat on the couch and became so inspired by the IronMan World Triathalon in Kona, Hawaii, that he started training for triathalons. The IronMan consists of a 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike followed by a 26.2 run. Is this completed over the course of a week? No. It is all in one day and there is time cutoffs for each leg of the race. 7 years later, he completed his dream, a dream that seemed impossible on October 15, 2004. He crossed the finish line throwing his right hand towards God, showing that through Him, anything is possible. My dad then went on to become the first legally blind athlete to complete 3 IronMan World Championships in 2008. My dad ran to give himself hope that he could get through anything. My reason why I am running is for many people out there who are struggling with retinal diseases like my dad. I run for Him, I run for God, and I run for all those people who are full of hope that one day there will be a cure in sight.