Friday, December 31, 2010

not the center of the universe

I found this website, that shows the relative size of everything in the universe. Earth being quite small in the grand scheme, not to mention the smallness of human life.

I am now thinking about how "me centric" I am. How, "OMG WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME< THIS IS SUCH A BIG DEAL" Coupled with the spacey music, I began to reorient my perspective on my position in this universe is small but on our immediate surroundings are effects are magnified. Understanding your relationship with things, make you get a sense of peace with who you are and where you are going. But, overall understanding that at the end of the day that you aren't the center the of this small stratosphere, and that when you mess up or succeed it only makes as much of a difference a you'd like it too. I think that is my biggest lesson from this year. Understanding that a lot of the things I worry about or inconsequential, and everything seems to have some strange cosmic natural order that I have to say, I am quite happy with.

Too a new year of life, love and happiness. Let living be your universe, and the rest just fall into place :)

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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

the last one...capturing the moment

The last two posts, including this one show images taken over a period of two days in Hamilton Ontario. Half of them in "Cootes Paradise" and half of them near or around Bayfront in Hamilton.

I hope you enjoy them :)

damn l' so fiiiiiiiiiine

winter you are soooooo beautiful

Friday, December 24, 2010

back packs

so what is it about seeing some intrepid traveler with a sac a dos, that makes another intrepid traveler with another sac a dos feel so connected to them?

i was wondering this as i spent nearly 20 minutes in the Union Station (Toronto). as i watched hundreds of people buzz by, getting off, just catching or missing trains, subways, buses or shuttles to better places (maybe not better...other?). everyone person i saw with a semi-utilitarian looking backpack I became instantly enthralled with their story. what country were they from? where were they going? who were they missing? could i really be that independent and freedom loving? (this question is connected to a personal sub-plot about my own journey that may or may not happen in the next four months...but i will explain that another time?)

regardless, i found i could easily identify with all those persons with the back packs that seemed twice the size of their upper bodies bursting with JUST enough things to travel with. well, maybe i didn't actually connect with them or talk to them but i certainly wanted to. is that enough? k, well it's all i can give ya.

my point is, i feel like we are all traveling rods of light just kind of missing things reflecting and all that jazz. but a few of us, take the serious pledge to live out of a backpack for a while for some strange reason. most of us, just have purses, laptop bags, wallets and regular school bags to brave surviving the day to day. it's hard to see sometimes, that the 'everyday' is an adventure, but think of it this way...wouldn't someone else think the fact that i spent 12 hours at school everyday kind of adventurous? EH ? nah...okay bad example.
but for reals, everyday is an adventure anything could change in the blink of an eye. regardless of if you've packed your bags for a week roaming Paris or a weekend at your very closest friends house (aka Nanta's crib) you never know what is going to happen. i should try waking up this way more often, appreciating what i know and hoping for what i don't rather than fearing it like i do .

i really don't think i am saying anything at all here, sorry. but maybe you learned something?

maybe next time i will get over my awe, and strike up a conversation. maybe...

Monday, December 20, 2010

four months left

man this is crazy

four months, and then im out of here. mcmaster goodbye, grand and pivotal adventures hello!
hopefully this means more education, but it could be a whole new everything. i guess i shouldn't expect that much.

change is difficult to deal with, especially when it seems to be the kind that just pulls you further and further back. however, i don't know if there is a forward and backward anymore. just different rooms in a one story house, and endless maze of dead ends that you have to decide on where to go. like in alice in wonderland, doors upon doors upon doors for her to choose and continue her "trip". the solution right now is not to do acid or anything, but just to go through these doors with the energy and zest that i have always used to describe myself.

it's scary as fuck though.

Thursday, December 9, 2010