Celebrity Life
’tis the season, a tragic love story
It’s here. That cold that licks your bones and laughs as the deep chill spreads like liquid nitrogen through your veins. The warm glow from the holidays disappears like a candle being snuffed out, leaving nothing but darkness in its wake. And, though the earth’s orbit tells us daylight has just begun to extend itself once again – Us creatures of the sun know now begins the longest days of the year. The frost has burned itself onto every surface, and the living seek refuge underground where a hint of earth’s warm heart can still be felt. And now, there’s no escape. We are trapped here, with borders closed and restrictions barring us from warmer refuge. Where will we run to now? Home. They say home is where the heart is, but mine longs for rays of sun penetrating my icy cold flesh with heat rays of welcome embrace. I long for the sea and the sounds of birds and dancing trees. The elements are unchanged. The air is still here, but the warm breeze …
perspective of reality, emotions and fantasy | what is real life a day in our dreams
I believe that who we are exists somewhere between reality, emotions and fantasy. There are times our emotions tell us things our mind simply cannot. Who we love. How much pain we can bare. What makes us happy. Fantasy is the next level, and perhaps the most raw essence of self. It tells us who to trust. It gives us that gut feeling that we can neither create or ignore. It is a realm where our creativity and imagination are truly limitless, without the restraints of physics or science. People often dismiss the part of themselves driven by fantasy. But why? Why turn away from the only part of yourself in which you have complete control and direction. The place you can be anything you choose. They say it’s not real. It’s just a dream. But aren’t dreams what drive people to accomplish incredible things? Hasn’t every visionary and leader of every generation first started with nothing more than a dream. Believing only in reality is a trap. You’ll never grow past the things you …
seasons of the setting sun
How did we get here. We stood there in the breeze. That moment was right. Even if the road leading there wasn’t perfect. Even if tomorrow was not going to be ok. We stared into the distance. The silent mountains bathed in the clearest of spring lakes. The setting sun slowly painted and re-painted the horizon. Hues changed from the vivid lakes and trees of the day. Sunset transformed the earth to gold. Dusk settled in smokey pinks and blues. It was like watching the earth become reborn overnight. Everything old melted with the sun, only to be brought back to life more beautiful each time. Life has seasons. Some colorful and exciting. Some are crisp and clear, letting you see for miles. Some seasons are hazy and dark. Sometimes it feels like the sun may never rise again. Yet, that beautiful circle of light rises each day. Every day we are reminded we have something to be grateful for. Everyday is reborn, with a chance to start everything new. We often can’t see …
leave a legacy of love, that’s all you need to know
In a herd of a thoughtless, self-absorbed generation, it’s easy to get lost. It’s easy to be distracted, to forget about others in our quest for happiness and self fulfillment. We seek happiness. We chase our dreams. We desire to leave a legacy. What is success without someone to share it with? What is happiness when no one else is smiling. What is a legacy with no one who will care enough to remember you? We live in an era of darkness, where visions are clouded. We fight, strive and seek for ourselves. We forget about the people around us. We forget that they too are chasing their own dreams and fighting for their own lives. People all around us suffer with emotional damage, baggage and hopelessness. Our mental health is slowly slipping. Not for just those who suffer with severe anxiety or depression – but for everyone. Gasping for air so deeply they can’t imagine sharing their breath with another. Yet, maybe that’s the very thing that keeps us above water. People are made …
Help From An Army Officer, Part Three
(Continuing from Part Two.) After a dull few days, there is a buzz in town. A large Army Conference is coming up and everything is being repainted and repaired. A…
Help From An Army Officer, Part Three
(Continuing from Part Two.) After a dull few days, there is a buzz in town. A large Army Conference is coming up and everything is being repainted and repaired. A…
Help From An Army Officer, Part Three
(Continuing from Part Two.) After a dull few days, there is a buzz in town. A large Army Conference is coming up and everything is being repainted and repaired. A…
Help From An Army Officer, Part Three
(Continuing from Part Two.) After a dull few days, there is a buzz in town. A large Army Conference is coming up and everything is being repainted and repaired. A…
Help From An Army Officer, Part Two
(Continuing from Part One.) My father is a retired Army Officer. We are staying in rooms provided by the Army. The restaurant is where we go for our meals. Walking…
Help From An Army Officer, Part One
Sitting at one of the innermost, corner-most tables of the restaurant, I stare at the view. Fog climbing up from the valley. The Pine trees are dense with white. The…
Help From An Army Officer, Part One
Sitting at one of the innermost, corner-most tables of the restaurant, I stare at the view. Fog climbing up from the valley. The Pine trees are dense with white. The…
Help From An Army Officer, Part One
Sitting at one of the innermost, corner-most tables of the restaurant, I stare at the view. Fog climbing up from the valley. The Pine trees are dense with white. The…