Powerless Inspiration

             This is a note composed on paper instead of on my laptop.  Yesterday was January 1, 2012. Warm. Sunny. Windy. Green Grass.  I started off the New Year with a bike ride.  Right now. Dark. Snowy.  No power.  I don't know what time it is since my phone died.

            I'm playing my guitar, and I'm wearing my favorite winter hat.  I'm drinking lemonade. 

            I drove home in he snow covered roads after a laughter filled night with friends.  I wore my favorite pair of baggy grey jeans that I've had since 11th grade.  I feel most comfortable on baggy jeans.  I can sleep in anything, but I often prefer jeans.  Jeans make me me.

      I just finished my lemonade can.  I drank it fast.  I'm always thirsty.  For liquids and competition.  I like winning.  I don't cry if I don't win though.  I just like to put my heart into things.

        There's no point in doing something you aren't passionate about.  If you have a good idea, write it down.  Draw pictures.  Add words.  Make it all connect.  Only you can decide what is your best work.  Believe you can do anything.  Carry through on what you believe.  Write down your goals, and decide what goals if achieved will make you happiest.

      As I sit here on my couch writing this, I am content.  Content holding my flashlight as my other hand sprays the words across this page.

       I was able to drive home safely tonight.  Flares and police cars blocked the road that I travel upon daily.  The streets I passed seemed foreign because there were no streetlights to guide me home.

        I came inside to a warm fire.  My mother was on the couch.  My sister questioned me about the roads.  My dad started playing the tambourine.

       I think I've finally begun to realize that life is more than just a board game, a cereal, or just a period of time that we are alive.

       Life has many different definitions.  But what's most important to me is that your life should be yours.  You deserve to be happy.