The Greatest Commandment

Writing this one in the car. Sitting in my seat watching lightning run throughout the clouds and little raindrops fall onto the windshield. Lifehouse playing on the radio. Song says "I'll do whatever it takes, to turn this around." 

I wonder how much I would do for someone or for something.  How far would I go in order to get someone I want. Follow them to the end of the earth? Call just to hear their voice? Talk to them and always say the ultimate Tom Cruise line,"You complete me." 

Someone that is my other half. Holding on to the other half of my heart waiting for that other piece to complete the puzzle. Like the Kanye song, maybe we're all heartless. A solo is inspiring but a duet brings hope and change. 

Strong and compassionate are words that seem totally different but after some time seem like a perfect match.  I would like to be strong and compassionate.

Strength helps with confidence in my opinion. Something that makes you a little bolder in things you do. It makes you surprise yourself at times. I imagine strength as standing up for what is right, being a leader, a follower, and lifting heavy things over your head and then chest bumping your bro while screaming deeply.

Compassion is something that I feel shows justice, love, and sincerity.  It's loving your neighbor as yourself, the greatest commandment, in action. Compassion, to me, is hugging someone that feels down, helping someone stuck on the side of the road, and crying while watching Marley and Me.

The greatest commandment includes a combination of compassion and strength, I think would be buying food for the homeless, talking with the socially outcast, and maybe crying after you chest bump your buddy.

Delayed

I have not written in awhile. Which kind of saddens me. And while this post/note/blog thing might be short it is a start. It's not that I haven't stopped writing or anything I just have never completed a blog yet. I have many drafts lined up just waiting to be finished. It's almost midnight and I thought throughout my day something that would be worthy to blog about.

I was talking to a friend and we came to the conclusion about lucky we are. It reminded me of the play Suessical my high school did awhile back. During one of the songs the line, "Tell yourself, how lucky you are," struck me. It's very hard to stay positive when you're down in the dumps. When something goes all wrong.

In the end, don't forget to remember how lucky you are.

Defining Moments

My friend and I went to a park tonight that overlooked St. Paul. Sitting under a tree on a bench seeing the city was spectacular on this clear night. In the distance we could see a long line of clouds with lightning going off every few seconds. Words cannot describe the beauty and magnitude of what I was seeing with my eyes. Time stood still and we watched all the lightning clouds pass by while pointing out a face we saw in the clouds and talking about taking risks, dancing, and how lucky we are. All I could do was stare at these clouds thinking about everything I've done so far in life and how the future can be whatever I make it.

It's a shame I didn't have my camera...

I realized that there are defining moments in my life; most of which I write about in these blogs. It's moments like watching lightning clouds that inspire and influence me. They define or separate themselves from the normal circle of life. No longer is it wake up, go to work, workout, eat, sleep, and repeat but it is something totally different. This defining moments that puts a pause button on life and lets you breathe different air, smell different smells, and bask in the glory of something new and holy. It is almost like getting high on life, but without the drugs. It is moments like tonight's that define who I become later, moments that you can't forget, moments that take your breath away.

I told my friend that sitting there on the bench was probably one of my top ten moments. I realized then and there how lucky I am. Somehow, someway I ended up sitting on a hard bench at a park I have never been to watching one of the greatest sights I couldn't possibly imagine. Thoughts poured into my head about how I would define this moment, and how I would write about what changed in me. I don't think words can describe what happened, it was an experience.

I imagine it as one of those moments that painters paint, that musicians write songs about, that authors write books about, that leaders draw inspiration from, and that people just watch and not say a word so as not to interrupt the beauty.

"Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away" -Will Smith in Hitch

Yes, I quoted something from the movie Hitch and I feel pretty weird about it...