The Highway of Life.

I listen to the hum, the soft purr, of the engine. I listen to the stereo blare its sonic styling. The heater billows its kinetic comfort. I feel the power, the speed, underneath my palms. I feel serene as man and machine merge as one. Worry melts away. I reach the top of the bridge, and the view fills me with wonderment, ambition to become a part of the city’s living, breathing self.

I love driving. Alone. When I’m with others, I prefer to be the passenger. As a passenger I’m the DJ, the conversationalist. I like that. But when I’m alone with the road, I just love to drive. It’s a great time to listen to music, think, and reflect. I think about what I’m excited about, and pure excited energy compels me to put my foot to the pedal, pushing me towards my destination. I think about frustrations, and I personify the road as an adversary, I punish it with the wheels and steel of my vessel.

I feel life mirrors the highway sometimes. You have your companions, your fellow passengers, along with you on the ride at times. Other times you’re on a journey alone. Others zoom by; others trail as you leave them behind. There’s the courteous, the selfish, and those that are just so full of rage. Some easily let you into their lane; they understand we are all neighbors. Others selfishly hold a death grip upon their lane, they don’t understand how the Highway of Life has many exits, many destinations, and it isn’t a race, because there are speeders and there’s the leisurely, and they all eventually make it somewhere.

I feel sometimes like I’m speeding towards a destination, gunning it towards my destiny. Other times it feels like I hit every red light possible. Everything gets in the way. But it is important to not get too agitated, don’t be a victim of your own rage and impatience. Sometimes the ride is the best part of the whole journey.

So I cross this bridge once again, the good old Hoan Bridge. I ascend it at a racing pace, I feel the wind doing battle with vehicle, but my vehicle continues to hold its ground, prevail. I look out at the lake, and think how beautiful it really is, despite all the pollutants that lurk within.

I arrive at the top of the bridge, under those yellow arches, and see the lights of life that make the city, a beacon of beauty. I think about all the lives contained within it, how everyone is always headed towards something, and how I too want to be a part of that.

At this, my foot slams down.

Pedal to the Metal, Baby.

Progress on Autobiographical Comic

I started work on the autobiographical comic we have due on Monday. The part I found the hardest to get started was to pick a particular story from my life that would either: A) Be worth telling for 8 pages or B) Be possible to be shrunk down to 8 pages. So I have a few ideas that work, be each one either runs into one of these difficulties. I decided since I write better than I draw, I tend to write out what I want to say in the comic and use the images as a compliment to my writing. So I find mapping out 8 pages of panels in a "rough draft" and dividing my narrative between the panels is what works best for me, and will probably be how I tackle this particular assignment.

A Moment of Clarification.

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Most recently, it was the low hum of my car, the smell of freshly fallen rain and a certain song that took me on a trip to a time past...

A combination of senses created my visceral, out-of-body experience.

When I came back to, I saw how far I've come. How I grew. How things around had changed. I was proud, but at the same time, I began to long for a simpler time. For, at this moment, I felt a small hole in my heart. A void gone unfilled for what seemed to be from a different lifetime...

I go back to so many different times. Happy, sad, mad. I long, I smile, I laugh, I get mad, I get sad. I think about what I did right. What I wished I did. What I should have did.

But then I realize why I didn't. I'm not a perfect person, nor will I ever be. Yet, it all leads to being the best possible person I can be. I learn. Every experience is a brick that goes into the building of something great. Sometimes this thing is torn down, and I'm forced to build it back up. The best part is, I always start with more bricks than the last time. And I always have those I love to lend a hand, assist me as I assist them in the building of our lives. Sometimes you have more help, other times you have less. People come. People go. Sometimes, They Come Back.

A study discovered people can still read a passage if all the letters of a word, except the first and the last, were scrambled.

Why did I write the first passage as such?

So many times in life we don't know what's happening. We question why we do it at all. We begin to wonder if there's a point.

When you are in the midst of all of it, it can seem like chaos. Everything is scrambled, and you don't know what to make of it.

Then you finally begin to see the big picture, but only a part of it, because it is always growing. The questions from days past all lead to answers which formed the questions we have today. The unfinished projects. And the answers we find tomorrow for the questions we have now will only lead to more questions. All we have for support is each other.

So let the battle rage on. We all fight different battles, we all have an assortment of causes. We have allies and enemies for each of these. We fight using a multitude of different weaponry. When it comes down to it we are all searching for answers, the mortar to our brick. To build our little Slice of Paradise, our little Piece of Heaven. To create our Chronicle. Out of all, I find the greatest weapon, the greatest answer, to be...

Love.
Find what you love and do it always. Love those who mean something to you always. Do what you love, and do it honestly.

This is when things unscramble for me. I realize I must follow my heart, and I will find the answers.

Once Upon A Time...

...I had a blog. On Myspace. Yeah, I know. I enjoyed posting on my blog, and having my friends comment on its awesomeness. Then once upon a time, Myspace sucked. So I forgot about my blog. Well, I decided this would be a good time to start that hobby up again while I use this blog for my class, English 240 (Thanks Andy!). I'll most likely repost some of my old schtuff, in addition to adding new schtuff, just to show I'm not going to be lazy and just ride off my old workings. Cool? Cool. Hopefully my friends (*cough* hint *cough*) will find time to read this schtuff like they use to. If they want to stay my friends, at least.