Pretty, Playful, Provoked

Tuesday, June 7, 2011


"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. 
We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.
 And the human race is filled with passion. 
And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits 
and necessary to sustain life. 
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. 
That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful 
play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
 That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
 What will your verse be?"

"Enjoy the little things in life."

Friday, May 13, 2011

"Be kind. Don't judge. Everyone is here for a reason."


Although the color associated with a blog usually is never discussed, I thought it would be a good idea to share my reasoning. The color purple somewhat brings together my ultimate goal for the "Be Life" concept. I want to be able to give back in a way that will better the lives of everyone around me with simple words and celebrate the differences that make this world so unique.


In light of last year's events and the "It gets better" campaign, I chose the color purple to represent the fight against cyber-bullying. Since the beginning, I have stuck by this because I feel that it is a problem that will only get worse if we just sit around and don't take action.


One phrase can affect someone in more ways than you think. Your one action can change it all. Just let that resonate.


BP

"Be the one that he will never forget and always wants. It's his loss."

"Look closely, listen to details, & learn your strengths."

Sunday, April 17, 2011

The Graduate Moment

There is it again, that feeling of angst that you just can't shake off. It just creeps right back into my mind without any warning. It's a rush of fear, anxiety, liberation, loneliness, imprisonment, nausea, and glee all bunch into one. The days are getting shorter and the one month mark has hit. Sometimes I feel like I have it all figured out, but then I realize- I don't. 

Fear of not going in the right direction.
Anxiety that fills my chest. 
Liberation of being free from school.
Loneliness within my own thoughts of where to go.
Imprisonment of my own judgement. 
Nausea created by walking across a stage.
Glee stemming from this accomplishment.