People i love

Its really hard, Like really really hard for me to explain how i feel about the people i love in the current moment of my life. Because i just have a plethora of emotions for these people. I think about them in all the situations they are in and i empathize with them, not to feel sorry for them but because i want to be there with them there. I love doing things like this, but as of recent something called life has come in the way. I've been forced to focus on other aspects of my life other than people. But the people that are still in my life and that i love are still super important to me. Through this "transition" phase as i like to call it, i've learned the people that are going to be with me forever and that's my family, my parents and my sister. So i've made sure i give them extra attention over the last couple of months. I love making friends and i love all my friends that i've had over the past couple of years, but if i'm being realistic then it's pretty obvious that i'll move on/not talk to most of them on a consistent basis if they don't live in the same city as me. So as this "transition phase" continues and i try to adapt to it, i'll keep you updated too. 

Experiences

It is Feb.6.2013 and i really want to start blogging again. I meant to say *start blogging, i don't really think one post counts. I have grown so much as a person since my last post, i have had so many more experiences in life that i can look back and see as important. Experiences, it's a very abstract yet very much tangible term. Abstract in the way that it's all but a memory nothing that you can touch. But tangible in that experiences can be felt and are very much real. Experiences are what make a personality and a human grow. I went to Cherry Laurel a old age community the other day to volunteer, and the old man there told me as i was leaving "make sure you experience as much as you can". He told me as though he felt as though there was something that he felt like he did not experience. I'm sure this is a common feeling at the end of a life time to think about all the things you "didn't " do instead of all the things you "did". Well let me just come out and say this, every single person on this planet has different experiences and different ways of interpreting them(except maybe conjoined twins?(naahhh!!)). You think about the things you lost out on but it's hard to think about the things you gained at the same time, experiences which many people at the end of their lives wish they had. I for one love the fact that i get to spend so much time with my family, something a lot of people at the end of their lives wish they had done. There are other people traveling the world right now at my age and i know that's not an experience i am having, but i am content with where i am, and feel as though i have done nothing i will look back and regret upon. In the next post i will talk about how experiences are made and what really makes them special. I have recently been caught up in thinking about how important moments are, single moments of life which we need to appreciate more.

First Post!

This is my first post on the blog, i just have a lot on my mind tonight so i decided to let it all go with blogging. First of all i have finals on, all of which i have to ace. On top of that something really weird happened tonight. When i was driving home at around 9:40 i saw a kid walking on the street by himself with a bag pack on. And my instincts immediately said help the kid. So i took a u turn went and picked the kid up. He was very quiet and reserved and did not really say much unless asked. He had told me he was coming back from day care. I kept asking him questions so as to not make him feel awkward in the car. And once he directed me to his house which was further than i had thought when i picked him up i saw a cop's car waiting there. I assumed there was some trouble in the house. Right when i got there the cop started to shout at the kid as it was his second time running away from home apparently. I then overheard the cop say that he was a foster kid. Now i understood the quietness and the reserved nature. Then the cop came out and took my name, address and some more information. He had started out by saying that i should have called the cops first before, just in case the kid says i did something. It then struck me how blind i was to the repercussions that could be caused by that and my heart started to beat a little faster. And as the cop let me go and i was driving home, the feeling of doing something right was over taken by a sense of fear. I told both my father and sister exactly what had happened. Me and my sister discussed how it was ridiculous that i had to feel bad for helping somebody out. My instincts at the time of helping the kid was literally caveman style "Stranded Kid", "Help needed" and i did it. This will definitely teach me to be more careful next time i do something like this, call the cops and be safe. Hope the kid is ok, hope his parents are ok and hope everything turns out ok.