What the HECK is a Splayd???
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Come Thou No More For Ransom, They Shall Have None I Swear
The longer I live the shorter my life seems. Twenty one years is no longer the mountain it was from the eyes of a seven year old, and forty one will come soon enough. Time never stops. The older you get the faster it moves. And while life never stops moving, sometimes the days begin to drag and drag and drag on.
Whether it be constant headaches, pain pills, seizures, or anything else, sometimes I feel like I'm beginning to slip. I've come to a point in my life where I feel like I am out of control. If I'm perfectly honest, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that the Sean Garton I knew is becoming a ghost, transparent in a bold world. I'm beginning to no longer be able to remember the days of strength. I'm scared and sometimes I feel like I'm letting a lot of people down, including myself in the place that I'm headed. When you can't think, and you can speak, and you lose track of the things you used to define you... that's when you ask yourself if people will one day say to each other, "Whatever happened to that Sean Garton we knew?"
The thing is, this isn't about me. While we may all have days of strength, we certainly all have days where we are out of control, losing track of the core of who we are. But when a group of individuals comes together, when a group of people who have love written on their hearts come together, all of the colors collide. Weak or strong it doesn't matter, because we are the type of people who hold each other up. We are a group of people who when I look around, I see burning eyes, and igniting hearts.
I get scared and out of control. And sometimes I feel like I'm transparent in a bold world, falling away from who I used to be. But because of you all, I never have to do this by myself. And because of that I might get scared, but I will never run away from who I am. Because of that I might let people down, but I will never stop chasing after the hearts of the people I love. Because of that I will fight, fight, fight for the beautiful thing we have together and I will never forget to love, love.
We stick together; that is what makes us different. No matter how many days I feel like the walking dead, I never feel more alive than when I am reminded that never before and maybe never again will I know a love as special as when we stand together. So be bold, fight for people's hearts, never forget who you are, and may we always be the brilliant lightning in the dark night.
"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us." -William Shakespeare
Whether it be constant headaches, pain pills, seizures, or anything else, sometimes I feel like I'm beginning to slip. I've come to a point in my life where I feel like I am out of control. If I'm perfectly honest, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that the Sean Garton I knew is becoming a ghost, transparent in a bold world. I'm beginning to no longer be able to remember the days of strength. I'm scared and sometimes I feel like I'm letting a lot of people down, including myself in the place that I'm headed. When you can't think, and you can speak, and you lose track of the things you used to define you... that's when you ask yourself if people will one day say to each other, "Whatever happened to that Sean Garton we knew?"
The thing is, this isn't about me. While we may all have days of strength, we certainly all have days where we are out of control, losing track of the core of who we are. But when a group of individuals comes together, when a group of people who have love written on their hearts come together, all of the colors collide. Weak or strong it doesn't matter, because we are the type of people who hold each other up. We are a group of people who when I look around, I see burning eyes, and igniting hearts.
I get scared and out of control. And sometimes I feel like I'm transparent in a bold world, falling away from who I used to be. But because of you all, I never have to do this by myself. And because of that I might get scared, but I will never run away from who I am. Because of that I might let people down, but I will never stop chasing after the hearts of the people I love. Because of that I will fight, fight, fight for the beautiful thing we have together and I will never forget to love, love.
We stick together; that is what makes us different. No matter how many days I feel like the walking dead, I never feel more alive than when I am reminded that never before and maybe never again will I know a love as special as when we stand together. So be bold, fight for people's hearts, never forget who you are, and may we always be the brilliant lightning in the dark night.
"We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us." -William Shakespeare
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