All Aboard, Now Leaving Seattle, Next Stop.....

Pure goodness! 

Do I love Seattle, YES, why? Just look at me! How could I not?

There are few times in life that we're able to stop in the moment and say, "this is exactly where I want to be."  

Seattle was that moment for me. It was a touch of wild, (leave collage in the middle of the semester) a pinch of maturity (flying across the country for a girl). And finally a lot of satisfied goodness. (love in visual format, see also picture). 

As a college student I feel I'm obligated to learn. So, I asked myself coming home, what did I learn? I learned that grades can drop a complete letter grade in less than a week. I learned that life is meant to be lived, not to be simply planned and waited for. I learned that good parents are understanding and help in times of need, and support us when we're making big decisions.

Tomorrow my arch rival :), girlfriend, secret keeper, financial advisor, coach, running partner, phycologist, work associate, task master, and best friend leaves on a mission. She's headed to Brazil; all I can say is watch out world, here comes Chanel.  

So, most of you might be asking, why aren't you marrying her if you feel this way about her? Here is my public answer. (in short)

We step into the darkness not because we enjoy being there, but  sometimes something tells us, or better said we feel, that's what we need to do. Often times we step with the hope that the light will follow. Sometimes the light doesn't follow, rather in the darkness we see a light far in the distance. 

Once we see both lights we have two options, retreat or press forward. 

We're both headed for a light at the end of a long dark tunnel. We hope to see each other when we get there. But if not we've enjoyed our time, our ride, and our love. It was worth every penny. 

- Jake Dean Steel (A stranger to loneliness) 

Immune to Rain

We mask our faces trying to hide our emotions, why don’t we mast our hearts?

The heart can’t lie; it’s not a filter, rather a distributer. The heart takes what it’s given, uses what it needs then gives to everything around it.

The heart speaks through two-way communication. If the heart is being deprived it becomes evident through the windows of your soul.

Why do men’s hearts fail them?

A failure to distribute creates a failure to receive. A failure to receive creates a cardiac arrest.

What next for the heart that fails?

Out with the old in with the new, out with the old end with the new. Time after time, the heart needs to be manually pumped by skilled hands that are persistently delivering a new life support. The hands masterfully helping the heart distribute until one day the heart needs no support.

Eventually the heart gains rhythm and beats independently.