I Am Jumbled

At this moment now, I am tired and jumbled up in my head. There are so many things that I have bouncing around in my head that not a single one can actually be concentrated on. Even writing this post is taking all of my concentration not to go off on some side track of meaningless babble that has no relevance to anything in particular. Its like an extreme case of ADD and im too tired to figure out what im thinking about and yet im not yet tired enough to fall asleep. So here I am, killing time and trying to tire myself out by putting my thoughts into writing. Its a soothing thing to write for me. To put into a formal medium that which I have inside myself. In my head it just bounces around and takes no coherent shape but here...here it can become so much more. It becomes a flowing idea. Like an ocean of thoughts that is narrowed out and becomes a river, forging a path all its own. So many times when I start a blog about a certain idea it goes in many directions that I never initially meant for it to go. Like a river finding the path of least resistance. One second I could be talking about how superpowers could have levels or variances on them and the next is a list of reasons that superpowers would never work. Had I continued it may have gone in a completely different direction that would have left me wondering how I got there from such a basic starting point. But then again, dont all great ideas start like that. Tonight being a grand example. In the 5 minutes that i've been writing this blog I went from having a mind filled with twenty different ideas and trains of thought to about 5. With any luck, if I continue to write I will narrow that number to the minimal amount of ideas ever present in my head, that number being 3. The 5 ideas are as follows. 1. why did work last so long 2. i wonder how my best friends night was 3. i wonder how that party was 4. what do i want to spend the money i made tonight on 5. work tomorrow is going to come too early and 6 (being one that just came to mind) my financial aid refund comes next week hoorayy. I guess you could say its the rather severe case of ADHD I have that my mind goes in so many directions at one time and some may wonder if such a thing causes problems for me....yes sometimes it does. Sometimes I love it though because I never get bored just thinking about stuff. Each of those things takes its own direction in my mind and I end up thinking about a lot of stuff. I think thinking is good. It cant be bad. Where would the world be without thought, and trains of thought for that matter. What if Einstein had simply stopped at E=. Where would we be. Thought is good and by ipso-facto blogging is good, because blogs are the thoughts of people. My brain is quiet now so I think ill go to sleep now. Goodnight world. Until you stir me from slumber with another exciting day of thinking.

That Which Inspires

I was walking home tonight from work when I looked up in the sky and noticed

that the night sky looked absolutely breathtaking.

Not your every day oh look pretty stars but for some reason the way

the clouds were moving on the breeze and the moon was

casting shadows just struck me in a special way.

I was inspired.

Inspiration doesn't strike often for me. Its a rare and often

completely random occurrence that hits me when I least expect it.

Tonight it was the crisp, starry sky. I was reminded how small

we all are and how we often get to thinking that we are somehow

important in some way. Not to say that we aren't important in our own

ways and we dont often impact the world around us in ways

we seldom comprehend, but when it really comes down to it

we are like grains of sand in a snow globe that happens

to be in the itty bitty house inside another snow globe.

The Universe is so epically vast and extreme in its grander that even

the most brilliant minds in our world have yet to unlock

a fraction of its secrets. To make the point, think about this.

The light we see as stars has been traveling for longer than our planet

has existed. Literally. Given that our planet (scientifically speaking of course)

has been around for 4.6 billion years, there are stars thats

light has been reaching us before the first living cell existed on Earth.

How insignificant yet totally astounding does that make us as humans?

When at first we saw them merely as lights in the sky and coming to

understanding there distance and finding other solar systems like ours.

Its inspiring.

Humans are beautiful. The night sky is beautiful.

And as someone who is inspired by those little balls of fire millions

of miles away, I can only hope that someday, my great grandchildren will look up

see the sky and be able to go exploring the vast beautiful openess of space that

I can only look and be in awe of.

What inspires you?

This one goes out to the people that matter.

Sometimes I wonder why I write this blog. Stuff like people reading it or not doesn't really bother me all that much but the question still comes to mind from time to time. What measure of satisfaction am I getting from writing this blog. If I were the only one to ever set eyes on it would that bother me? Answer I'd like to give: It wouldn't bother me at all. Truthful answer: Yeah I wouldn't mind having a few followers. That brings me to the topic of this blog. My best friends. I have some of the best best friends in the entire world. Yes I used two best's but thats because there are best friends and then there are "best" friends. You know the kind that are always there for you, the kind who put up with all your bullshit, and your stupidity, and your bad decisions, and your tagging along all the time. And they never, not once, made make you feel like a dick for it(even though they have the right to). Wes and Taylor, you guys are amazing. A guy couldn't ask for better friends. Id write this in a letter so only your eyes would see it but lets be honest, you guys and cameron are the only people who have read this blog. And I would shout this in Samford Mall any day of the week so I couldn't care less who reads it. Taylor you mentioned earlier this evening that I hadn't written in a while. A statement true because I had gotten to that point where you wonder, is it even worth writing. Your asking that question made my night. I know most of what I write on here isn't of much value to anyone besides myself and maybe a few nerds out there but the fact that you were kind enough to mention it really made it worth it to me. And Wes, damn man, I could write a novel for all the ways you are an awesome friend. You have my back no matter the situation, your patience with me is astounding even to me and you know me so well you can read my mind, and DO on multiple occasions. For instance, we were playing Halo Reach Around and it was swat and a guy just literally disappeared. In my head I was thinking "where the hell did that guy go?" In perfect time, as if I had audibly said it aloud, you said "i couldn't tell you man." Its moments like these that literally happen day to day that just go to show how thoroughly well you know me. You know my secrets and I trust you with them and with my life. You're my best friend and my brother in every way but blood and I love you man. I love you guys and wanted to write this one for you guys. Thanks for being the best friends a guy could ask for.