God Opposes the Proud

Midnight rush, with a pen in my hand
Dinkin Lincoln, sand-script with a fan
Remembering me, before it began
Sometimes I felt so Def in the Jam

Every now and then the alluring scent of your memory will resurface to the present. Reminding me of a time when perfection was definitive and moments were everlasting. But it can’t be soon forgotten that nothing can truly stay the same. If that were possible, then time would be irrelevant. In order for there to be a past there must also be a future. So although our present did not exceed into the future, it will always remain in our past. The beauty being that it may always re-emerge; reminiscing experiences that only we share, rekindling the sweetness that will remain solely ours. So with the sadness of knowing that these memories are incapable of occurring again, I take with me the indulgence that they existed at one time and for one moment, time stood still…MY DAIRY.

Ever since I could remember. I love to document my life. I remember being 10 and keeping a real diary that my cousin had sent me. I only write in it every-now-and then when I see it on my bookshelf. Documenting my life is something that matters to me. It’s really interesting going back to the paper diary and seeing the progression of growing up. It’s really interesting GOING back to my online journal and re-reading what has happened. The people that come in and out. The experiences with these people. It’s so intriguing. I’ve always kept an online diary. There has been many different sites that I used to keep a diary: deadjournal – livejournal – diaryx – blogger – wordpress and- so many other mediums. However I always find myself going back to LiveJournal. The earliest record that I’ve kept is from 1995 it was a paper/picture diary. I still have it. Anyways I write in my livejournal everyday. I enjoy it because it is a place where I can write about my feelings. Feelings I know I don’t want to share with anyone. Things that happened throughout the day. The people that I encountered and the actions and reactions amongst these people. So far I’ve kept soulistic.livejournal.com for about 5 years (2005-present). I don’t think I’ll ever stop writing in a journal. I remember this one occasion when I was at a party. I saw this girl that had a livejournal and I mentioned that I see her comment on another friends journal. It was really to make conversation. I dont’ normally talk about journaling to strangers. She was busying doing what she was doing and commented by saying -… I don’t use it or keep one. It’s all very highschool to me. I thought to myself. Really is this what people think. But, then I realized no. It was her personality – and that’s fine. I know I’m totally awesome and so are the billions of people who do blog/journal. It’s a form for one to project what they are thinking – feeling. To put it simple its a way of expressing one’s self. The comment of saying its all very highschool – seems very insecure and offensive. Not just to me – but I think to all individuals who write. Write for the sake of explanation and adventure. I still write in my LiveJournal (like I said everyday [posts that are private/public]) and I don’t care if it’s not “cool”. I’ve never been one to follow fashion. And I’m not going to start now at the age of 25.  Sometimes I think about that girl who said that to me. I think about how sad it must be to be so confined… I know it’s terrible to judge and I’m doing the same thing she did – but really thats how I feel.

So to all the bloggers – journalers out there. I say do what you’re doing because I’m sure it makes you happy.

I never kept a diary, but I wrote detailed notes of my travels.
David Rockefeller

These are the times
When we live inside our minds
With our hands in the air
There’s voices everywhere

In the slipstream,
It’s like a daydream
These are the days when we’re dancing through the haze