You can’t truly live until you do something that could kill you.
I’ve been doing a lot of storm chasing recently and I really anthropomorphize storms. I was watching a storm with about 40 chasers a couple weeks back when I said, “She is really breathing heavy.” I listened to the thunder roll over the plains shortly after a bolt of lighting ignited the air.
The lady next to me smiled and asked why I thought this storm was a woman.
I laughed and said all storms are women.
She wanted an explanation, and I gave it.
Storms are beautiful. The curves they have are smooth and plentiful. They roll with the wind, and can bring life to a barren area.
They ride the wind, and carry with them a secret. A power. A power that if you underestimate you will feel her wrath. Do not disrespect mother nature, or the daughters that she births that dance along the horizon. For if you do, you will be another lost lover.
Storms are beauty and power rolled into one. And flirting with the wrong one, could bring your end.
Everyone within earshot smiled, and as we watched the tornado touch down I heard one of the guys behind me say, “Add photogenic to the list. Because she is smiling for the camera.”
To truly love something is to understand what it can do, and respect it. This works with storms and relationships.
You Are Here.
Look at you. Here you are. You marvelous, miraculous, and one in an infinite type of person.
You were birthed by the universe. Stars forged the elements that created you. They tossed, turned, strained, and died to create you. The atoms that your body owns, that you own, were forged in the heart of a dying star.
These atoms spread through the universe. Passing decades, centuries, millennia they swirled, coalesced, and came to become what you see now.
But that’s not the end of the story. You are the product of dozens of generations. Men and women coming together. Maybe just barely meeting each other. Passing the window of a bakery, or destined to come together. Your ancestors creating more life, and that life created more life.
And here you are. Reading this. As photons of light are emitted from the screen, interact with chemicals in your eyes, interpretted by your brain, and you are reading this.
You are the product of stars forging you. You are the offspring of galactic explosions, from happen chance of ancestral meetings, and luck.
You don’t believe your special? The universe has been working hard to bring just what makes you, you. These trillions of atoms bonding to make compounds, the compounds making the instructions, these instructions creating cells throughout your body, making organ systems, making you alive.
You are the offspring of the universal recipe. What you are, is raw power, love, luck, and life experiences that no one will EVER have but you.
So when you look in the mirror you have the cosmos and family looking at you. Wondering, do you know how special you are? Do you know what had to come together to give your heart the beat it has now?
You do now. So what will you do with this gift.
Go out and do something worthy of what you have been given.
What are you waiting for?
Do something, you glorious, beautiful, and powerful creature that you are.
Come on now.
You. Are. Here.
Einstein once said that if you tell a fish that his intelligence is based on the ability of it to climb a tree, the fish will forever believe itself stupid for its inability to do so. Of course I’m paraphrasing here but I’m far too lazy to look up the exact quote. Because, reasons…
But the reason I bring this up is today I had a wake up call. A long time coming wake up call. You see a lot of you know me, but very few actually KNOW me. I’ve been in rather a hard slump the last few months and today, well I bounced off the bottom.
But I bounced. I decided to sit down and write what I liked about myself. What I enjoy, what I can do, and forget all the negative bs that can cloud one’s judgment. I was told tonight as I and a few of my friends lay under the stars, their bodies covered in glow in the dark paintball paint so they almost seemed to be mimicking, reflecting the stars here on Earth, that they wished they were as smart as me.
This actually does not make me happy. I don’t enjoy being called intelligent. Because one of the pros of mine is seeing who an individual is. Seeing their strengths, their personality, their potential. And yet they compare themselves to me.
Very few people know how jealous I get when I talk to others. To see where their life is taking them, and being able to experience their unique characteristics. I mean if you know me, you realize my common sense is next to nil. My social abilities are lacking. So when I meet others who excel, I just have to be amazed by their charisma.
And this is where the fish comes in. I have been trying to bolster people for so long I had forgotten myself. I am starting, as of today, to change my life. To take what I have been so blessed with and run with it. I will sharpen my mind, my body, and my spirituality in the days to come. I will become a better me.
If you are still reading this, I issue a challenge. Today I want you to improve in each area as well. Maybe that’s to do ten push ups for physical. Maybe meditate or open your bible for spiritual. Crack the spine of a book and read to increase your knowledge. Do something to improve.
This is the first day of my new beginning. Is it yours?
Vlog… Asked to record a bit before I write. Here. We. Go.
The Grim Reaper.
(( Here’s a few pics from the shoot today. (Make up by me, first two photos courtesy of Auddieblonde. You can follow her on instagram, she’s an amazing artist/photographer.) :D This was way more fun then it should have been. XD
Here’s a bonus shot of the profile. ))
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Sometimes art isn’t born through paint, pencil, or clay. It’s through steel. Both require labor pains.