old ambitions, new limitations

there's a lot of things I could have named this post,
but I think that this one fits well.

I've been pretty busy lately,
and when I'm not, I've been hooked on Berserk the manga.

In the car I've been reading Thought Viruses,
finished today but only because I've been in the car so much.

I wish I had some real time.
So sorry, my fellow bloggers.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll come back to my senses and return to blogging,

THE RIGHT WAY

Some Life

From July 6th to July 10th I was at something my church calls Kids Kamp.

Last year I didn't know what to expect, but it was a great escape from a troubled mind.

This year though it was no escape, what it was, was a wonderful experience.

The picture above is simply a small sample of what really went on.

The week was very touching

I was a co-counselor.

Counselor Benji Pacheco:

My children were 3rd and 4th graders.

They were wonderful.

Really got me with all their innocence.

It was great keeping them alive.

I love that kind of responsibility.

Here they go:

And on top of having a great time with the kids,

and old love appeared, nearly unexpectantly.

That experience was both good and bad,

but in the end, things always work out.

So today I say "for the sake of the kids",

and "for the sake of my love and the love of others":

We can't give up.

Things can change.

People do grow up,

and others can.

Life is about the maintenance of life.

There's gotta be a balance.

And you gotta know what your doing.

Good luck, cause we all need some of it sometimes.

I wish I could say more, by I truly can't.

This experience, can it be put in words?

!!!

~{R}~

Smorgan

Once Upon A Time

I was a bad little boy...

Of course I look innocent...but that's what kept me alive, haha...

Anyways, this post was supposed to be about questions I asked my parents when I was younger, but I couldn't come up with any.


So Shardhana suggested that I simply write about a childhood memory.

That boy, with the short, straight hair, and the extra excess body fat is, sadly admitted, me, and he liked to play with fire.



Well, one day he was looking for things to burn, and knowing that plastic melted very nicely, he decided to light a bag of cans on fire hoping that whoever discovered it would simply find a neat pile of cans. As the story goes on, we find our boy going back into the house thinking he had just done something clever. Not too long after this his mother called him into her room. He sat at the foot of the bed as usual and took what his mom had for him. In this instance, it was an article of mail to be run across the street to the mail box. He left the front porch without fire on his mind but a big red fire truck was all he saw. Everything went casually until the truth was revealed later that evening; his family was in the living room and were talking about the event. Had they already known? To this day I still wonder, but in that living room, a willing confession was admitted.

Don't play with fire my friends,

The truth will set you free,
but what is freedom but another bondage?

but perhaps if you do play with fire...
Do so with the knowledge that it is contagious and the air we breath is flammable.

p.s. my hair curled as I got older...that's genetics for you
p.p.s my intellect also curled, you can thank humanity for that
p.p.p.s and oh yeah...next week I'm going to Kids Kamp to watch little kids be little kids
It's gonna be good.
p.p.p.p.s. when I thought of writing this post I think I had more envisioned...hopefully I didn't forget to much