Shake the Dust

This is for the soldiers fighting and dying...so that we can live.
This is for the grandparents who spoil us.
For the people who aren't yet old enough to understand, but feel they can conquer the world.

It's all for you.

This is for the breathers, those who not only breath in but breath out too.
This is for the living, those seizing the moment, every moment.
For the millions around the world making a difference.

This is for you.

This is for the music majors, who bring life through harmony.
This is for the poets, who explore deeper meaning.
For the writers, who write because they love it.

It's yours.

This is for the mothers, who love unfailingly and care deeply.
This is for the teachers, who help us mold our future.
For the friends who come and go, but nonetheless leave a mark.

This is for us.

Gandhi

I keep forgetting to open my eyes and really see.

I keep forgetting i'm going to be dead one day, so why not live in the moment?

I keep forgetting I don't always have to walk in a straight line.

But what I do keep remembering is to breath...deep...in and out, everyday.

I'm walking in zig zagged patterns and stumbling over my own feet.

It's like i'm free to do what I want, but I haven't decided what that free feeling feels like.

So I don't know if i'm really free.

People keep asking me when will we own ourselves completely?

I keep forgetting I haven't figured out what that truly means.

Owning our own selves, it's living.

It's dying.

Or living a legacy to tell.

It's wondering and knowing and exploring.

It's not knowing the answers to everything.

I've learned that I still have A LOT to learn.

It's lighting up the sky with paper lanterns.

It's making mistakes and learning from them.

It's making up stories because the truth isn't that exciting.

It's knowing that tonight is not the last time we'll see the light.