Reflection

I am sitting here, listening to the drum of rain on the roof, candles lit, thinking about the things that inspire me. My friends are the light in my life....those that I care about give me a purpose that otherwise would be blurred and out of focus. The "love" I feel from those around me at work..it is beautiful and shallow, yet still makes me feel happy in that moment. But it is not enough...

I know that the grass is greener on the other side, but to those who envy the attention given to attractiveness...it is pleasant and makes you smile...but it doesn't give you purpose or vision, nor does it give you a sense of accomplishment. People tell me that they love me, that they think I am beautiful....and what did I do to accomplish this task? I was born. I do what I can....but underneath it all, I long for the satisfaction that comes with working hard for a cause that I believe in.
I am a cool person, and a good friend. I like a lot about myself...but many don't ever get to know, or understand this person.

Where others come in....I believe in people, not in everyone, or even in many...but those I care about I truly believe in and love.
I guess what It boils down to, is that creating a purpose within my art and my "family" of friends and others....this is what inspires passion...and sharing that with someone, or some others is where its at.

I am still figuring out who I am...

And nice....the power just went out...

Good song to reflect to... "For Me This is Heaven" -Jimmy Eat World