the silent world

Some people are blessed with artistic talents, unfortunately, I am not one of them. I'm unable to express myself the same way an artist could create a world with paints; I am merely a writer. I am a spider, spinning a web of meaning with words and images pulled from my soul. I display my beautiful and fragile work to the world, hoping to lure my readers, to catch them in my web of words and change their lives.

Tonight, I have a lesson I wish to share: expect nothing, and appreciate everything.

I've been reflecting on the last few years of my life throughout the night. I just read through a dozen blogs that I wrote around high school graduation time. Not even two years ago, but the difference in who I am versus who I was is indescribable. My language was young, and ideas of adult life were so elementary. The people close to me at that period of time are now nothing more than shadows in my heart. I wish I would have cherished those times before it was too late. It's important to understand that friends come and go, but you should hold onto a precious few. The older you get, the more you need people who knew you when you were young.

I wouldn't have made it very far if I had no one to rely on throughout the last few years of my life. Sometimes the smallest gesture would make the biggest difference in my day. I hope my friends and family know that I genuinly appreciate all they've done for me.