Wednesday, July 23, 2014

100 Words: Poetry on Buses



There's a bottle of booze in every hand and a youth that speaks to Death Cab for Cutie or the Clash. The mountains speak to you like a wall instead of an adventure to be had. You've seen those clouds for too long, and you're desperate for some light.

Seattle is a city and home is a state of mind you've never found. With the grit of a harbored juvenile you hold the sharpie as tightly as you remember holding your mother's hand and write out a crude sign on the side of the road that reads, "Take me anywhere."

***This is not a reflection of me at all, it's fiction. Just thought I would point out I still love it here just as much as I did when I visited last December.***

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Monday, July 14, 2014

Pride

"Pride makes us artificial and humility makes us real." - Thomas Merton

I have strong opinions and a strong voice when I need it, but I hate to impose myself. I am constantly my biggest critic, and I am always trying to keep myself in line with a more humble path. However critical we are of ourselves, though, we all have pride in something. What's worse about my pride is it's unpredictable and rocky. I don't always know when I will be shaken.

What I'm learning is how to cope--how to be better and understand that criticism helps you grow. (And how not to embarrass so easily.) I've always known life is a learning experience, but admitting you're wrong isn't easy no matter how many years you've had to do it. Some of us never learn how.