I Am The Only One Who Thinks I’m Going Crazy, and I Don’t Know What To Do…

Love is big. Love is small. Love is round, and around. Love is straight. Love is strong, weak, fragile, sturdy. Love is breakable. Love is unbreakable. Love is visible, Love is invisible. Love is open. Love is closed. Love is crazy. Love is normal. Love is nothing. Love is everything.

It’s hard to say those three words I and Love and You. (I really like the Avett Brothers, that’s why I said it that way). But in a sense it’s the simplest words of the English language to say. All one syllable, easy to read, and no matter what language it’s in, it still sounds beautiful…. or to me.

It’s who you say it to that makes the difference. It can either be really good or really bad. So people out there say be careful with words I love you, others say LOVE EVERYOOOOONEEE!! WEEEEEE! and you think they’re crazy. Okay so they don’t really say it like that, but there are people who just say love everyone. I don’t know who sang the song, but in A Night at the Roxbury, that song that plays while they shake their heads singing “What is love? Baby, don’t hurt me no more”. Ok well, I think they posed a question that no one can still answer.

I will not give you a definition.

I will not tell you what I think you should think.

This is me saying that love is dangerous, love should be given to everyone, which is why it is so amazing.

Sweet Disposition

I’m recently lost. I don’t really know what I’m doing with my life. I know I’m going to school for a degree and I’m in a band where things are beginning to take off. You could say to me, “You have it made, quit whining, and be happy.” And if you are going to say that, then, just stop reading here. I know it’s been a while but the whole reason I said I was doing this blog was to talk about my life and I wasn’t looking for opinions, ideas, or advice. I’m just writing.

Lost – 1. unable to find one’s way, 2. beyond recovery or redemption, fallen or destroyed.

So for this first definition, I thought to myself do I even know where I’m going? Because being “unable to find one’s way” one would have to know where that way is or what it is they want. I guess you could say I don’t know what I want. I don’t feel much of God these days. I want to know that feeling again, but it’s hard to get a feeling like that back. I don’t know where I’m going, so maybe that will lead to number two, the longer I stay here, I’ll become fallen or destroyed.