In the words of Michael Franti...

"The more I see, the less I know."

Yep. That's about right. In the past I've started many a blog. It's true; I admit it. I was (and apparently still am) one of those individuals that pours out his or her inner thoughts, emotions, and musings to the internet.

In all likelihood, this will not be read. My primary intent is just to write; I find that the more I do, the better I seem to become. I enjoy it, really.

That being said, I will probably not write with regularity. I have found, through living, mostly, that you cannot really take life too seriously. Life will be how it's supposed to be.

On to some actual ... thoughts, ideas, what-have-you, instead of this fluff-garbage I seem to be so apt at spewing out unceremonially and without ceasing:

1. i enjoy breaking conventions, sometimes. when done purposefully, it, in my opinion, can be construed as artsy and meaningful. when done out of mere ignorance/ laziness, however, it irks me up the wrong tree.

2. i love rain. i very, very much love rain. today i walked under canopies of green, grinning as hard as my face muscles possibly could. i ran barefoot in lake-sized puddles. i met a worm.

most importantly, i suppose, i felt alive.

3. i believe it is vital for a person to feel alive, as much as possible. in a novel i'm reading entitled, "Kitchen Table Wisdom," by Rachel Naomi Remen, she at one point puts it simply: "What we do to survive is often different from what we may need to do in order to live."

4. i love fellow human beings very deeply, as we all do. a man who was wise for his years, my 9th grade english teacher, once told me that you take a tiny piece of every person you meet, and in turn you give a tiny piece of yourself to that person. these people may be vital to one's life, such as your mother or your best friend. or, they could also simply be those people we pass every day on the street, shuffling mindlessly past on our mindless paths to nowhere. we are all more alike than we think.

i recommend the song "Braided Hair," by 1 Giant Leap.

5. i rarely stop, once i start prattling on like some pretentious prick, some elitist snob of a sweater-wearing, blue-eyed idealist 20 year old young woman. i think i'm wise, because i have been through a lot [whatever that means...]. and, you know, in some ways i am.

i have much to learn. a wise man (without whom i would literally not be sitting here typing this today, the 22nd of September, 2010) who i once hated and now respect once told me that if you are still alive, you still have lessons to learn. i believe that vehemently.

6. appreciating all of the beautiful intricacies of life is of supreme importance to me. God has blessed me greatly, in more ways than i can even fathom or type here on this already too-long blog post. that is why i am most frustrated and even quite annoyed at useless pessimism and complaining.

life is beautiful; it is not always beautiful in the conventional sense of the word, but how it all fits together? that can certainly only be described as eerily beautiful, unfathomably so.

7. i love showering. like i said earlier in this long post, taking life too seriously can really only lead to trouble. it's good to theorize, philosophize, and get very bogged down with life and what everything means.

on the flip side, you've got to come up for air.

I tire of using unconventional spelling. Gah. My goodness. It's certainly time to get naked and start the revolution. And by revolution I mean shower.