The Empire State: New York, New York

So,

Thanksgiving was a lot better this year. Definitely one of the best. Then again I've only had four... and the first two were disastrous. This NY trip definitely redeemed the first NY trip... I think company matters. Always. I mean... the first disastrous trip to NYC 2 years ago made me think NYC was just.. not so great. But now, I think I like New York more than Chicago. Something about the lights... they do inspire. They make you feel alive.

I had fun. I walked till my legs were sore. I think it was fitting with Thanksgiving overall; I was thankful this Thanksgiving for my legs. Just having limbs.. being able to travel... having the money to do so... it's really a blessing. So... here is my silent appreciation. No one will find it, but at least I know. I am terrible at expressing myself in front of people. It's just too vulnerable and cheesy, even.
I am thankful for good friends. I spent my break with people I can count on. It's a blessing. Truly.

Exhausted now, and looking forward to December.

Face forward, and chin up, I shall continue to surf on this giant wave called life. Will probably fall off my board once in a while like I have done so in the past, but hey, the ride on the big wave is worth the trouble right? At least that is the way it goes.

27 more days till I hit 21. I need to think of more dreams and aspirations.... 21 is big to me; it signifies the official start of aging. The realistic passage of time... and so before I hit that, I need to think of things and places and all my dreams and pursuits... all my goals. For me. For life. For people. And strive to achieve =)

What is life without aspiration?

To do list coming up...

I need to let the sour past go. All the worries and tires, let live, let go.

Anyhow. I just wanted to say, Happy Belated Thanksgiving. Look inside and you will find that in some way or another, you are blessed. Somehow.

<3

Beauty Be Damned

Leonid Meteor shower, 2am - 5am

I am excited, but I am anxious.
What do you do in the face of beauty?
I feel like it is hard to look at a fleeting moment's beauty.
I can't capture it.
I can't fully remember it.
Cameras don't do the beauty justice. At all.
What do you do in the face of remarkableness?
How can we capture it in a way which is worthy?
How can we do it justice?
How can we keep the moment so that its short moment was worth it?
How can we remember it?
I can't.
I don't.
Sometimes I rather not see it; it makes it that much easier to live with not having the trouble and stress of capturing and remembering the magnificence of it all.
Yet I can't live without the beauty.

Damned if you do, Damned if you don't.