Inspired- to be... aroused, animated, or imbued with the spirit to do something, by or as if by supernatural or divine influence. I am inspired everyday. I would like to think that all the small things in life that "inspire" me; my personality, style, thoughts, self-expression, what makes me tick... all wrapped up and tied with a bow is "my bright light" and just what I need to make things happen.
Looking back on this past year I am amazed at the obstacles, both good and bad, I have endured and overcome. When things seemed insanely ironic and just "not fair" it was inevitably time to make things happen. Time to turn a dream into a reality and a passion into a lifestyle. It was time to find the strength to move forward and not look back, not even for a moment, because the moment you look back is when you take the chance on missing what is ahead. For me, my passion was my light and although not too far off it has been a journey to truly see the "brighter" side of things. As I embark on my next adventure, I will continue to embrace and believe, allowing an open path for inspiration to follow.
Euphoria. Infatuation. An obsession. Psychological dependence. Recurring compulsion to engage in something to maintain individual health, lifestyle or a certain mental state. Constant feelings of withdrawal. Whether you're racing to the nearest Starbucks for that daily caffeine fix, popping pills to take off the edge, ease your mood, stifle hunger or throwing back a cocktail or two after a long day, everyday- we all have our thing(s). It is amazing to think about all the things in life that we have the tendency to abuse without consciously abusing them. What starts as a small obsession, turns into a lifestyle and ultimately becomes an addiction.Questionable, although interesting, how one becomes so infatuated with one thing while another would barely blink twice at the thought. Is it the mass marketing of a simple logo, take Starbucks
for example, that has some how managed to become an international must have? Or the plethora ofskinny-ass models who dominate the runway, magazine covers and the media? How about the easy access to prescription drugs that become next to impossible to live without after what was suppose to "A" prescription. Then of course there is society's love for alcohol, which is merely an innate desire to experience an altered state of mind. Exploring this concept deeper brings up a simplistic idea: people love euphoria. A part of our human culture, it is purely human nature. The idea of a euphoric way of life and the yearning to fill a personal void that is believed to result in perfection, but, really, can be a continuous cycle turning into an unsatisfied way of life.
I know there are things in my world that seem simultaneously attainable yet realistically unattainable. We live to achieve a certain image whether it be physical or emotional and is unsettling to think about how obsessed we can get with the little things or the big. A want becomes a need which becomes a must have and so on and so forth.
Take a moment and think about all the things in life that you could not be without and then slap on all things you desire about your physical state and way of life, finally close your eyes and define your own euphoric state of being...Is it attainable? Is it you?
Maybe we take our own individuality for granted and therefore can ultimately not appreciate the amazing-ness that each has to offer. That life has evolved into an obsession-filled, money making, perfection seeking, addiction crazed, living for the good, the bad and unnecessary that we've let simplicity fade away. We have let our culture, as a whole, turn into an individual journey of make believe. It is those nights alone [at home] that a glimpse of simplicity is brought back, a sort of sneak peak, until the first glass of wine is poured. Not to be confused with the natural, healthy desire for personal euphoria but the blurry vision that has become of natural human entities.
The simple life, although also not entirely attainable, should not be overlooked. We all have purpose and desires, passions and fears, reasons for the way we live and regrets for what may have been. Life
should be embraced and allow oneself to be conscious of all the little things (and big) that have made us who we are. There is nothing wrong with the desire for a euphoric state, an altered state of mind, that daily caffeine fix, or whatever your thing(s) may be. Lets just not forget that there is value in pure individuality and at the end of the day embrace it and make sure to embrace YOU....... and every once in awhile without that glass of wine.
(500) Days of _________.
Love, more and more, is mistakenly, yet unintentionally confused with lust and by the end of the day, week, month, year these two words have been intertwined so tight that makes it almost impossible to undo. Life is by no means a fairytale and although waking up to your prince charming lingering over you with his sparkling blue eyes, luscious lips, perfect smile is a nice thought it can be almost destructive to reality.Incredibly fun, lacking those cliches and stereotypes, a glimpse of real life, emotion and why love doesn't always have to last...
(500) Days of Summer is just that. Sometimes what we think is love is purely lust and hell, what is wrong with that? A story of boy meets girl. Boy finds the one, while girl clearly did not. This movie was all too perfect, jumping back and forth in time, by day 67 , they've become an item when "poof" sex aside they should be just friends.
Young adults, with two entirely different outlooks on love, lust and all things related the chemistry between these two is classic. A perfect depiction of two people who have a connection. A liking for one another that cannot be ignored but then again does not necessarily mean love is in the air only to lead to an intense and complicated dilemma of what's next? The best relationships can stem from that unique connection, a bond between two people that forms from pure fun, common ground, laughing and just living life with the amazing company of the other. Screaming penis in the park, louder and louder, trying to out-due the other without a care of whom may hear or might be around. An intriguing take on falling in "love" right from the beginning, when things are quirky, frivolous and all things new to that gut in the stomach that equates to unexpected heartbreak.
Youth is a gift that cannot be repeated and would be a shame if wasted on sadness and despair. More then I want the cliche I want to be silly, crazy, wild, able to run free with few limitations, leaving the practical for another time. It is when you meet someone to run wild with is when you have found your own cliche instead of the idea of finding that someone to stand still with.
All too often we look too hard for the stereotype thinking that is key to a self-fulfilling lifestyle of happiness and pleasure. In fact it is the exception that may bring true pleasure, a genuine connection with all inhibitions put to rest, that so-called front dissolves and allows for life to be
had. Nothing really changes except putting down a wall and allowing for what was lacking- a bond. A connection with someone that reminds you of a frighteningly similar version of thy self. And it all makes perfect sense, unless we love ourselves how can one possibly connect and love another? Because in end maybe love evolves from a connection so easy and effortless that the love just happened. It is the lust we need to enjoy, embrace and maybe lust is what we need in order to realize the one thing that may have been missing...that common thread to always fall back on; a joke, moment, smile, frown, each unique and each its own. It is when I can say I Love Me is when I am ready to say I Love You.
When all is said and done, looking back on things, this has been one hell of a year. I have sort of a love/hate relationship with 2009, a sense of sadness that it is over but then again I am ecstatic about it nearing end. The new year is always so fresh, a canvas that is completely blank, allowing one to do whatever they like to begin what may or may not be a masterpiece. With a million colors, styles, emotions, shapes and sizes to consider before making that first move in developing a glorified life-like "portrait".Transition has been key for me this year, engaging in life lessons daily and learning more about myself then ever before. Sometimes it is so easy to slack off, allow others to pick up after you and be the key motivation in your daily adventures. I on the other hand learned that I am in total control over my world and for the first time I am confidently in control. I will be the one to make things happen and it is not going to be anyone else that gets me where I yearn to be.
Passion for life experiences is what makes me tick. The constant curiosity about what may be around the corner or on the other side of the fence. Not to say it would be better or worse, but merely the curiosity that motivates my fascination for exploration. Looking back I have acknowledged some of my ultimate goals and passions in life. I have distinguished what I love and what I am really good at, as well as what I thought was of interest or what I, in all honesty, really suck at. This year was really all about self-exploration, concentrating more on my surroundings and ambitions then anything else. I gained a new kind of confidence that I think I was lacking in my college life to adult hood transition. It is so easy to stay stuck in a bubble, the bubble that seemed instantly pop the day I got my college degree. As if a diploma was a ticket to the real world and there was no time to get situated for this unknown, unfam
iliar ride ahead.Here's to 2010. Here's to a year of discoveries, adventure, lessons and love. Another year of true friendship, laughs and the occasional tear. ...and most important thank you 2009, which without would not give us the opportunity for something fresh and brand spanking new.
The heat turned up just enough, a window cracked the slightest bit, a blanket, glass of wine and a movie perfectly describes a priceless winter night. In efforts to stay warm, staying inside is really the only option here in Chicago. I found myself in a euphoric state, sipping my favorite Sauvignon Blanc while watching Sideways. A movie about two men who embark on a week long journey in California's beautiful wine country- In search of wine. In search of women. In search of themselves.Remarkable how a journey can help ignite the unexpected causing one to learn and embrace more then just their surroundings. This movie proved this all so well, depicting the lives of two middle aged men who realize they have little to show in their lives and ultimately find themselves in search of true identity.
Director Alexander Payne does not disappoint, creating characters you can't help but feel compassion for, mixing comedy with drama, love with lust and a plethora of wine. As if I was magically riding along side these two, sipping my own glass and learning more about myself then ever expected. A visual treat, Sideways takes a step back and to the left from most movies we see and acknowledges the brilliance of a fantastic viewing experience . Forcing its audience to hold up appreciation for good wine, company and adventure. As if we have gotten so caught up with special effects, sexy faces and trivial dialogue that we lose sight of a really good flick.
A simple plot, yet kept me intrigued, constantly fighting with my own emotions. Acquiring a love/hate relationship for the characters all due to their mixed up and mindless behaviors. In efforts to keep from spoiling the movie all together, I would just like to say this movie rocks. It takes you on a journey and uncovers the hidden desires of human nature, those that we hate to admit and camouflage so well. Sideways truly possesses a unique twist and originality much like a vintage red, while leaving a charming and unexpected after affect, just like a cheap, yet tasteful glass of white.
A million lil' thoughts paired w/ a million lil' pieces...
Something must be in the air that has made me think about the relationships in my life. Whether 
it be the bond I share with my friends, the memories I have with those I no longer see, the interaction with my family and the relationship I have with myself.
As people come and go in life, I cannot help but wonder why some stay and others drift away. Some drifting slowly, almost going un-noticed and others practically disappearing instantly, like some kind of real-life magic trick with no specific formula to bring them back. As if there is some cosmic correlation between the people and faces seen daily and a reason as to why we have to miss others so much. Based on the path I have chosen in my life, I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to meet so many unique and amazing people. Those, who without, I would not be me, without those conversations had, experiences undergone, adventures to be taken.
We tend to forget how influential those around us really are. The strangers we pass by, thinking nothing of it or the casual conversations had during a daily coffee run. Just based on a certain route consistently taken and that impromptu detour that unexpectedly brought you face to face with something or someone fabulous. There is an irony here, ironic how life is full of goodbyes, and yet full of hello's at the very same time. Like the two parallel one another for infinity and it is the way things go not even an on-going cycle but instead a game of catch, eye for an eye, a loss for a gain. Occasionally I feel sad, sad that I do not see you everyday, and at one point you were there every day of my life. Such faces and personalities, so magnificent, I could not imagine a world without.
I have always made it a priority to maintain relationships, staying in touch and not losing sight of
what was once quite significant. Not realizing how influential something was until it is no longer around. Or how you could have gone so long without having that charisma and essence channeling a certain lifestyle in your world. This time of year, specifically, is about seeing old friends and foes, family gatherings, laughter, reminiscing about what once was and resolutions to be carried with us in the year to come. For me, I want to concentrate on all the positive influences I have in my world and not forget the people who are nearly a plane ride away.
It is easy to be hard on oneself; whether a job is at stake or just not fulfilling, a relationship hanging by a thread or merely a bad hair day that can only be fixed with a good night sleep. But with a slight pause you can turn it all around. Nothing is perfect, unlike a puzzle where every piece is meant to fit precisely, instead life is that puzzle with two missing pieces or for some half the box, but that is what makes us unique and lovable. It is why people cherish one another for the differences we share and the magical qualities that prevail. This season, ignore whats missing and concentrate on what is here or there. On who is in your world and what special phone call or plane ride can bring something back. We will never have all the pieces to life, all at the same time, because then things would be perfect and perfect is not to be defined by one person, lifestyle, job, love or lust. Define your own perfect even if it is a puzzle with a million little pieces paired with a million little thoughts... all of which may never unite yet equally essential.
it be the bond I share with my friends, the memories I have with those I no longer see, the interaction with my family and the relationship I have with myself.As people come and go in life, I cannot help but wonder why some stay and others drift away. Some drifting slowly, almost going un-noticed and others practically disappearing instantly, like some kind of real-life magic trick with no specific formula to bring them back. As if there is some cosmic correlation between the people and faces seen daily and a reason as to why we have to miss others so much. Based on the path I have chosen in my life, I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to meet so many unique and amazing people. Those, who without, I would not be me, without those conversations had, experiences undergone, adventures to be taken.
We tend to forget how influential those around us really are. The strangers we pass by, thinking nothing of it or the casual conversations had during a daily coffee run. Just based on a certain route consistently taken and that impromptu detour that unexpectedly brought you face to face with something or someone fabulous. There is an irony here, ironic how life is full of goodbyes, and yet full of hello's at the very same time. Like the two parallel one another for infinity and it is the way things go not even an on-going cycle but instead a game of catch, eye for an eye, a loss for a gain. Occasionally I feel sad, sad that I do not see you everyday, and at one point you were there every day of my life. Such faces and personalities, so magnificent, I could not imagine a world without.
I have always made it a priority to maintain relationships, staying in touch and not losing sight of
what was once quite significant. Not realizing how influential something was until it is no longer around. Or how you could have gone so long without having that charisma and essence channeling a certain lifestyle in your world. This time of year, specifically, is about seeing old friends and foes, family gatherings, laughter, reminiscing about what once was and resolutions to be carried with us in the year to come. For me, I want to concentrate on all the positive influences I have in my world and not forget the people who are nearly a plane ride away.It is easy to be hard on oneself; whether a job is at stake or just not fulfilling, a relationship hanging by a thread or merely a bad hair day that can only be fixed with a good night sleep. But with a slight pause you can turn it all around. Nothing is perfect, unlike a puzzle where every piece is meant to fit precisely, instead life is that puzzle with two missing pieces or for some half the box, but that is what makes us unique and lovable. It is why people cherish one another for the differences we share and the magical qualities that prevail. This season, ignore whats missing and concentrate on what is here or there. On who is in your world and what special phone call or plane ride can bring something back. We will never have all the pieces to life, all at the same time, because then things would be perfect and perfect is not to be defined by one person, lifestyle, job, love or lust. Define your own perfect even if it is a puzzle with a million little pieces paired with a million little thoughts... all of which may never unite yet equally essential.
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