These are good days,

but remember do keep one hand playing in the dirt.

Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.


"I tell you everything that is really nothing, and nothing of what is everything, do not be fooled by what I am saying. Please listen carefully and try to hear what I am not saying."

You have to keep it simple.

Happiness fools you into thinking it hides in fancy gifts and extravagant actions. But being happy is as simple as the sky, a new pair of sunglasses, a good book, or any reason to smile. It's everywhere you go, and all you have to do is choose to embrace it in everything you do.

Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. There are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing.

"Learn four new things everyday.
Something about yourself.
Something about the people you love.
Something about the world.
And something about a stranger."

Everyone has a belly button.

People judge based on silly things. What shoes someone wears, or who someone decides to talk to on their way to the bathroom, or even what someone orders for lunch. How about where a person comes from.. whether it be from the "ghetto" or the suburbs. We constantly want to know more but pick really trivial ways to do it. When did it become so weird to just ask someone something? Are we so consumed about what opinions will be formed about us if we do that?

I say, let people have their opinions. Even if you don't agree with them you know that without them you wouldn't be anybody. Just another pair of shoes and another pair of eyes at best. Just another body walking down the hall. People will see you and define you however they choose to. And in the end, you might find that the person you are doesn't match your reflection. But to someone else, it might just be perfect.

“ An understanding is perhaps better than an alliance, which may stereotype arrangements which cannot be regarded as permanent in view of the changing circumstances from day to day. "

My pondering for the day?

Listen and learn, or just enjoy my rant.

I think that one of the hardest lessons to learn, is that people will leave. Someone once told me people are in your life for, "a reason, a season, or a lifetime." And as much as it sucks, it's life, and all we can do is accept it. Acceptance is so hard at times. My best friend still isn't really talking to me. When I think about it, it hurts a lot. I start to dwell on it and feel awful. But I am starting to try and look at things in a bigger picture. I am okay, and if people are walking out on me why do I need them anyways? Why am I so desperately holding on to people who only cared enough to just let go.

If you look at the people who have actually stuck around, I am even more grateful for them then ever. I really truly love my God, Family, and my Friends.


I am the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. And sure it gets burned a lot, but I'm okay with that. If you're my friend, I love you so VERY much, and I just want to make you happy. I personally think that is a good quality, even if it hurts having it.

Change is never easy. You fight to hold on. You fight to let go.

I am holding on, it's what I do.

Life is beautiful, I just need to see it more often, you might need to see it too.

Despite the bad..

Today was really good. :]

Jesus is really good.

Family is really good.

I'm trying to be really good.


There’s always going to be bad stuff out there. But here’s the amazing thing - light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can’t stick the dark into the light.

Seriously,

people need to stop acting like babies. You can't change the past. Grow up.




The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise.

On nights like this one,

where everything in my life faces me and try's to compose itself in a beautiful way, a way that won't make me look at myself and feel let down; I lift up dusted curtains that I don't like lifting very often and try to make sense of everything that ever hid under my smiles. Knowing that there was some kind of pain I went through before reaching the point where I had enough power to feel joy again. It's when days like today happen that I take a good look at myself and wonder why it is that I forget so easily how privileged I've been all along, all the beautiful structures and faces I lay eyes on a daily basis.

What if I wouldnt've made it? Why didn't I ask for your name and how you were, even though it was on the tip of my tongue? And you, aged and beautiful woman, why didn't I tell you that you look as amazing as you did in your prime, that the wisdom you wear in your tender walk and calm style is one deserving of admiration? How about you, a strong man looking as though you are about to shatter from stress, how come I didn't lend you a smile or a kind 'hello'?

I beg life to bare with me, to please hold on to me, because there's so much I have taken advantage of, there is so much I want to tell the people that always get lost in the crowd. There's so many more times I want to hug my mother, so many days I want to spend with the ones I hold close to my heart.

There's so much love I want to give to you, so much of myself I want to show to you, so much happiness I want to wrap you with.

Tonight...tomorrow...and for many many days to come; music will have never sounded better, my mom will have never looked this beautiful, the sun rise will have never been so kind, the sunset so loving.

And you....I'll have never loved you as much as I do tomorrow...and the day after...and the day after...

until forever gets so tired of me it becomes my own.

Where I can find beauty even in the moments I feel broken and alone.

I am alive. I am blessed. I am Loved. always.

The truth about love...

It lasts.


Thus, Kester Garcia will forever and always love Lisa Guerra.

I'm always an after thought.

Even with the bugs, life is beautiful.

Today I will be happy.
God told me to be.<3
Got a problem?

Just a thought.

There is really nothing you must be,
and there is nothing you must do.


There is nothing you must have,
and there is nothing you must become.


However it helps to understand that fire burns,
and when it rains, the earth gets wet.


I will sleep now, and wake tomorrow.

To the third day of the week.

Today was conflicting, in a way. I felt motivated and lazy, happy and pessimistic, looking forward to my bed, and yet not looking forward to the night at all. I wanted to do so much and yet felt so incapable. I don't know if you've ever had day's like this, where emotions can be so overwhelming they drown you mentally. They require so much thought your mind just can't process it all. Where briefly you see everything as it should, and you want to make the rest of the world see it like this too. To be able to grant people the peace the old couple sharing their small pecan square and coffee, to the rest of the world. For every heart to feel the acceptance that woman felt when her husband gently caressed her face and kissed her forehead. For every body to feel the warmth and safety that a mothers embrace brings. It's hard not to see a world painted gray and to lose the bright colors of all things good. But that is the most powerful feeling out of all of them, the one that makes me keep on seeing the good, the one that makes me have faith in humanity, if even only a small portion. The one that tells me, I just can't give up.

On the battlefield of ideas, winning requires moving toward the sound of the guns.

Happy Birthday, Mama!<3

I fear being a mother, because I mean....who doesn't fear failing at having a humans natural instinct? I think to myself 'will I be the weird one that doesn't know how to treat their children

and totally miss out on 'motherly' instincts'.

I have this huge headache I should really be in bed right now..
I couldn't help but write this though.

Yesterday a series of events happened that really made me contemplate us women, and

I guess the sheer admiration I hold.

Mothers give so much of themselves up for their children.

Honestly...GRASP the idea of the way your mother held you inside of herself for 9 months.

That in itself completely awe's me...the intimacy of you growing inside of another human being, and that we are all just a result of each other, this long chain of intimate moments with that one person we would look at and call 'mom'. But then there's the whole part of birthing you, and your mom and you working together to give you that first breath of life. The way you depended on her to give you nutrition, and how she willingly let you feed off her bosom.

Your bones, your strength, your health...you have to be happy you are here for those very first months...very first years your mother devoted to keeping you alive.

To a mother being in pain, and thinking about what she will feed you tomorrow instead of fending for herself isn't a sacrifice, it runs in her blood, you run in her blood. I think if I had to pin point which demonstration of love really changes me, it would have to be the way a mother loves her child.

There really is nothing greater.

Sigh.

Just.. go give your mom the biggest hug and kiss.

She's the best.


I can't wait for my day.