Life

Life is not just a right.... for most people it's a privilege. If you think of all of the people that unwillingly lose their lives to car accidents, cancer, plane crashes, etc., it's really upsetting that while they had their lives taken away from them forcefully... many of us are throwing ours away. Not all of us will become presidents or professional athletes... I know that, but what I also know is that we can become something.
Sure, it may sound extremely hard... But living your life isn't always one big thing. It is all the little things that make it good. Like that time when you tried something, positive that you would end up hating it... only to find that it was the most delicious thing in the world. Maybe that's why one of the biggest things you see out there is the saying, "Live Laugh Love". The first one needs the other two to survive as well as many more aspects. However, each of these necessities is quenched in a different way. As Carl Jung said, "The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases." Find your way to live with no regrets, and you will truly have life.
~ Cio for now

Becca

War. Is It Worth The Same as Freedom?

This last week, we all remembered the day that many brave Americans lost their lives. We acknowledged the loss of the country... but every passing September, we are reminded again of the tolls of war. Better yet, we are reminded the reason for why we fight. War is a troublesom thing; I will be the first to admit that. Remarkably though, fighting for our safty and freedom is one of the only things we have left to hold onto. Day by day, even more troops are shipped out to Iraq and Afganistan. More troops that have family and friends. More troops that are putting themselves on the line to keep our country safe. Heros.
What do you remember? Do you remember the day American cheered out in triumph at the death of Osama Bin Ladon? Do you remember hearing about the brave passengers who gave their lives to protect the pentagon? How about this; do you remember that moment every July when we fly our flags and light up the world with fireworks. That very moment when we march and sing as our forefathers did years ago?
This is what we live for.. this... is America,

Origanality: Is it a Sin?

I suppose that in this day and age, following trends are akin to survival as nucular weapons are akin to winning the Iraqi war. Social teardown can arrupt from even the smallest let down in the world of fashion and behavior. As everybody who follows up on my blog knows, I can not even fathom the idea that whether or not you got your jeans from a designer store could mean so much. Beliefs and behavior seem to run the same way. The rule of most schools is that if you want to be cool, shut your brain and follow along with the latest gossip. Of course, shutting your mout might be just as popular a slogan. If your thoughts are origonal and full of soul, you might as well give up all hope of fitting in, right?

Frankly, whoever believes that might as well condem themselves to a depressing life full of unjust actions and ceaseless heartache. People were born with the power of speech for a reason, and that power should be used to its greatest advantage. Do not be afraid. I have to say that the saying, " I may not agree with what you say, but I'll fight to the death for your right to say it," holds more truth than any school fable about trends and beliefs.


Bye for now,

~ Becca

Taking One Person's Life Away, and Yet Starting a Whole New Chapter in Another's

Death.
How often do we honestly consider what that word can mean?
Normally, pain, sorrow, depression, and emptyness.. are the result of having a loved one taken away from you... but in that same line of emotions, determination, pride, and longing for redemption can find a way to blossum.

Today, I met a person who seemed to be feeling just that. His name was Ryan, and he was so self possesed by the thought of redemption, that he has decided to put himself on the line to honor his deceased father. Let me tell you the story that he told me:


Mr. Davis was always in the light of the family as far as war stories go. Never was one of his tales ignored niether were they taken lightly. They could not be. Each one provided the deep sorrow of losing a friend as well as the brutality that leaves war veterans shaking their heads in utter pain. He was a ranger, serving in the army for well over ten years. Although Ryan was only a little tyke at the time, he still recalls the aura of facination and fear that each story left behind.........

... When Ryan was only nine years old, he and his family waited merrily at home for Mr. Davis's most recent return from duty. Days went by, and as the family sat looking out the window, expecting him to walk up the steps any second, the phone rang... Ryan still remembers as his mother picked up the phone and heard Mr. Davis's brother and corperal Timothy on the phone. " I could hear him crying on the other side of the phone; the suspense was so thick," recalls Ryan. Timothy choked on his own words as he explained to Ryan's mother the RPG that blew Mr. Davis's life away...

Four years later, Ryan has taken it upon himself to head into the army and obtain redemption for his father. From the one hour that I spent talking with him, I've been able to come to the conclusion that this is his lifetime goal: Going after the terrorists that killed his father.

I've never seen somebody so determend to pay retribution to the murderers that stole his father, his hero. And I will never forget Ryan Davis.

Shroud of a Storm

I guess life is like the night-time sky... You never know what it will throw at you. As I sit here and look up, I see the flickering form of a storm sliding away. Lightning thrashes the clouds and thunder anounces the battle taking place up in the sky. As each flash of lightning leaps across the sky, I can not help but to think that they bear the likeness of truths. Each one showing its self to breifly that if you blink, you could miss it.

The thunder takes a whole different point, angry rummbles seem to boom out, "Listen to me, I am important!" As the thunder compliments lightning, rumer compliments truth. They all throw themselves out there, each claiming to be the best, while truth peeks through the backround, displaying a beauty yet to be matched by juicy gossip or boisterous noises.

It is easy to say which sounds brighter and which sounds more crude, but for the people who are blind to the truth, gossip rings like thunder.

Life is a Highway

No one ever said that the road to success was easy.... no one also said it was short. It's the same way on the road to happiness. For every pain there is a gain; even though we may not see it.Im not yet sure where my road is leading, but that's beauty of it. If I knew everything that was about to happen, there would be nothing left to live for.

The looks that shape the world

In my day and age, most of the population is focussed on looking appealing to everyone but themselves. They are chameleons; uncertain creatures that base their clothes and hair on what society wants. Lets face it. no matter how many fashion magazines you own, or how many holister logos you brand yourself with, you can never truley be able to render yourself "chic" without also plastering the lable, "sheep", to your forehead.
My sugestion to avoiding flock of followers? Set your own trends! It's not that hard. Im not saying that you have to do anything drastic, but I am saying that every trend has to start somewhere... why not you?
This doesnt just go for clothing and hair. Just two months ago, I was having a conversation with an aquaintance, and the topic was whether or not we were going to do track. When I said no, she replied with the question, " Why not? Everybody else is doing it. That's why I'm doing it." As far as I know, It isn't a very wise thing to do something if your only doing it becuase others are doing it too, rather than doing it due to your own personal preferences. Sometimes I wonder if anything nowdays is done because we truely want to do it. Just remember this: No one should have their own joys taken away just because the world is hungry for more sheep to add to its many flocks.


Thats all I have for now. Keep comming back to see more from the veiw of an observer of the world!

~ Becca