So I gave up momentarily on my two-week Tumblr break, but I thought this was interesting…
LONDON—The ceremonial fight for the bride’s bouquet is a symbolic, entertaining, and occasionally violent staple of most weddings, but there won’t be a throng of eager young ladies queuing up to catch Kate Middleton’s lavish flower arrangement on April 29.
Friday is a big day! The royal nuptials are to begin 4 a.m. ET, and the space shuttle Endeavor will launch at 3:47 p.m. Mark Kelly, husband of Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, is to command the mission.
As these two holidays approach, I think the video I’m about to post couldn’t be any more appropriate. Several of my best friends do not believe in any god, and I can’t say that I do either, but at least I can say that I hopefully always will yearn for wondering.
Something interesting: Last week, someone I know told his work buddies he doesn’t believe in anything because he has no proof, and immediately two black women that work with him joined hands and started praying that he find the proof he is looking for.
I’m not too sure what I believe yet and I don’t know if I plan on ever being too sure. I do hope, however, that I always wonder.
What I also wonder is how anyone can look at this next video and not want to protect the Earth that we live on. Posting in 3… 2…
You know, it irks me to no end when people are afraid to walk around (downtown/VCU campus) Richmond because they think it’s dangerous. The only reason they feel so is because they are so naive as to what an urban setting is. It’s a CITY!
But, it is nice being back home because you can hear this ^ without the sound of cars and taxi-cabs.
(Severe thunderstorms and tornado warnings are currently ravaging the East Coast.)
(Since Earth Day is fast approaching.) It takes millions of gallons of water each day to wash towels that were only used once. (P.S. Prepare yourselves for a rapid growth in environmentally-friendly posts until April 22.)
The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I’m sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live in trapped loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a light variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through the day, tomorrow, our dreams will come back to us.
And no, I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: The solution doesn’t involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of some day easing my fit into a mold. It doesn’t involve tempering my life to better fit someone’s expectations. It doesn’t involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.