

since college is supposed to be the best four years of a persons life... i decided to make it five years.
For the first time in nearly five years I was able to share a story I've been telling for years with one of the people who experienced it with me.
today i choose to be the windshield.
not as good as one year ago, two years ago, or even three years ago, not a good sign.
walking, slower, and slower, and slower, but who thought in a million years this is how i would meet people from my hometown years down the road.
developed countries (20% of the population) use 90% of the world's resources.
america wastes 43% of its energy/resources.
400,000 babies born per day.
every second the worlds population grows by 3 people.
140,000 people die each day in the world.
30,000 of these are children dying by age 5.
15,000 people will die from cancer.
10,000 children will die from diarrhea.
10,000 people will die a violent death.
It took over 10,000 years for the world population to hit 1 billion in 1800, and in the last 200 years it has grown 5 billion.
my life is a series of acquaintances.
i want a long hug rather than a quick one. i want a long drawn out conversation rather than a quick one. i want long drawn out eye contact, not just a quick look. i want hands that stay on my for a full night, not just an hour. i don't want just a cup of coffee with a friend, i want a full day. i don't want these last days to just slip under the rug with all the requirements. emotion, hugs, tears, laughter, smiles, give it all to me. this is it right here, it's not how i pictured it ending, but i want to make it more than this, to take in the moment, sit back and take it all in, talk about the good, the bad, talk about the past and future, to sit back with someone, but not just anyone, and to say the last five years were the best five years of my life.
clocks tick faster than we can count. years go buy faster than we can see. looking around we don't feel the years whisping away. but they do right under our nose. there's dignity in time. things prevail. the lookback time of reminscing. looking over the belchony and dreaming before moving to another stage of life. the belchony of love and the heavens. there's a storm happening over there. it's full of your homes, where your pictures grow, and hearts strengthen. raining down is peace, little wet droplets, before they hit they spring into white doves. bring in the wind. bring in the clouds. bring in that rain. survive this storm. cut through the heat. you're in bliss walking to eternity. wet, cold, and shivering, nothing holds back this smile. bring on the storm.
the first three days of five years ago.
something i once knew years ago is new again.
a few years ago this summer...
years later and still counting newbies.
this is the last shindig, but maybe it's the culmination of these last five years.
one year later, ten years older.
If you asked me one, two, three, or four years ago I would have never guessed this is where I would be.
Ten years later, are we any less ethnocentric or possibly more?
every sunday for three years, this is the last, create a bang.
i go boom.
taking a second hour, or can i just have another five years.
putting the awe in awesome since twenty-three years.
i'm not talking about it today.
that day seems very distant now.
what has gone on in the last seven years.
the greatest night of my life in two years.