Lately I find myself only being able to express myself through music...
Lately I find myself only being able to express myself through music...
Its funny the way life works. When you least expect the most wonderful things in life that is when they happen. Every single aspect of your life may not be in place but at least for that moment you know that that is where you are suppose to be at that time.
I still have my doubts about Jimmy Fallon taking over late night television...But I will admit that his obscure comedic skits are gradually winning me over. Check it out.
I've been in an odd mood lately. Not necessarily bad and not necessarily good, kind of in a limbo state. In the midst of trying to figure out my future plans, I came upon this song on my itunes and sadly forgot how much I love it. The video is a bit lo-fi but you can't deny the music's eclectic touch. Def check out My Little Pony's "Think Too Much". Even the album title is fitting for my current state.
There's a lot to learn in life. It's amazing to think that every path we take is only the path to yet another and ultimately our paths never end but continue to grow. Tonight's passage is dedicated mostly to a good friend of mine who always, although sometimes a pain in the ass, puts my life into perspective. My tendency to over indulgence in my thoughts has partially consumed me, for various reasons, reasons I will one day most likely forget I even considered reasons.
One day we will forget the things that happened to us, we will forget the people who hurt us, eventually our lives will move on to better days. We forget to see the riches that stand before us. We forget to be happy that are minds function in ways other peoples minds cannot. We don't accept the beauty that we are born into: our bodies, our hearts our ability to love, see, hear, touch, smell, to daydream. We don't notice the amazing people that surround us; our family and friends that keep us alive and never lonely...
It isn't because I love Beyonce that I chose to post this video...well maybe it has little to do with it. Mainly it is because I love the passion in this song ...
i'm not religious but i do believe in the power of humility. For me its a good song, a bike ride, a hug, a book, a mixtape, blue skies or a few photos that help me realize the beauty behind what it is I have...what humbles you?
I was rummaging through my notebook in search for some travel information for my best friend Vanesa. While searching I found a passage I had written on a plane ride back to the states from Morocco. It's always nice to find something you forgot existed.
May 4, 2008
I meet a Mr. Ian Thompson on my flight from Bamako, Mali to Morocco. He lives in Windsor, he's a sculptor, spent two years working in Mali 10 years ago. He was on his way back to England after just spending three weeks in Mali with a friend. He looked about 35 years old, had blue eyes, a prominent nose, his lower lip came out a bit further than his upper lip when closed. He was slightly balding and had a few grey hairs on the sides of his head. He was lean and looked about six feet tall. He didn't like communal eating in Mali. While he worked there he probably cooked a total of “five times” and “always ate street food”. We exchanged our food on the plane after I was accidentally given the non-vegetarian meal. I gave him my chicken he gave me his fruit cup but only after saying “I can’t believe you are vegan, you look healthy.”
He told me that Jesus was probably a black man because Jesus loved Gospel. I then told him that all Brits are liars and he said "You're probably right, Tony Blair is the perfect role model in helping perpetuate that truth." I laughed.
I left Ian Thompson at Terminal 27 after a hour and a half plane ride to Morocco and a two hour conversation at the airport. I left abruptly as I ran to catch the shuttle bus for my journey back to the states. We said our goodbyes with a handshake a "thank you for helping me find my terminal" from me and a "thanks for the company" from him. I never looked back and I probably won't ever see Mr. Ian Thompson again but I hope he knows that for those 3 and a half hours he managed to change my life and restored my belief in the power of friendship between strangers.
Thanks Ian Thompson.
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