Tuesday, May 25, 2010

An Eternity Better Than This World


Banksy Balloon Girl

Today I was reminded how short life really is. Some people are born, and aren't even given the chance of one day...

Whatever you're going through, realize that somewhere, some place, someone is going through something much more terrible than you are. Life is too short to spend wasted on silly little things. Everything matters. And no matter what happens, everything is happening for a reason, as impossible as it may seem.

Live your life, because some people don't even get to live theirs. Life is too precious to ever be wasted.

RIP little baby. Your eternity will be spent in a place much better than this world.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Maybe


Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than the 
stories and people we're quoting. 



Sunday, May 16, 2010

One Wild & Precious Life


Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean -
the one who had flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down - 
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know exactly how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down on the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life.

- Mary Oliver









The Original


To be nobody but yourself in a world that's doing it's best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. 

Never stop fighting. 

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Kick Start Kid




I imagined what life would be like if I had conformed ... Suddenly I had felt an overwhelming sense of uncertainty and detachment from myself. 


It was then that I had realized how alive I was. 


It was then that I had realized that I am who I am.


I am. I am. I am.


- Thoughts, inspired by Sylvia Plath. 

Monday, May 10, 2010

Today Is All You Have


Street Art by Banksy


Today is all you have.

It's taken me a few days to write this all down, mainly for the fact that it's kind of a lot to swallow. The moment after I got news of what happened, my mood had slumped, I got into my car, and I went for a ride.  The friday night hat turned slightly depressing, yet taught me a shocking, unpredicted lesson I would have never learned otherwise.

I came home from work Friday afternoon, utterly exhausted, as I haven't been sleeping for weeks. (My average nights sleep was one to three hours, and on a good night, four hours. My body and mind were a wreck, and I felt it. I just chose to ignore it. As per usual.) I fell asleep mid sentence while talking to one of my friends on my laptop.  The day before, I fell asleep, mid sentence, in a room full of executives at work. I woke up as my mother was walking in the door. Dying of thirst, I made my way down the stairs as she was walking towards the steps. My mother is not the emotional type. In fact, she can brush off any given situation. A tragic occurrence is taken at the same speed as driving past possum roadkill on I-195. She looked up at me walking down the stairs. I saw the look her face and was instantly, without even thinking, taken back and worried, never a feeling I got around my mother.

"You'll never guess what happened." If I spoke out loud of the things that rushed through my brain, I would sound like a lunatic, but with valid reason. "My friend Theresa, I was sitting with her yesterday at the restaurant, she was totally fine...", my mother had a way of trailing off with her sentences. She can speak one full sentence, but you'll get three different stories from it, all in one shot, something I learned to master understanding since childhood.

"...she was found stabbed to death in her bed this morning. Her ten year old daughter found her. Nobody knows who did it or why, they think it was her son who's a junior in high school. But she's dead. I was just sitting with her yesterday."

I usually laugh to myself when I consciously listen to my mother speak. It's like a game, you kind of have to keep up with what she's saying. But for the first time, she was worried, scared, confused and filled with emotion. This was something I wasn't used to. This was the first time I hadn't inwardly laughed at our conversation.

I asked a few questions, and then suddenly got the urge to be alone. I grabbed my car keys and did so. Never in my life have I turned off my music while I was driving, and I hadn't even realized that I had, until I found myself two towns over, not even knowing what my destination was, driving in complete silence. I could have sworn I had a destination.

A rush of thoughts entered my mind, as if I were an award winning poet with all the most novel things to say, just not out loud, or on paper. I realized suddenly that today is all I had. I may be perfectly healthy today, enjoying my life and everything in it, looking forward to what was to happen tomorrow night, but I might never make it there. I realized that it doesn't really matter your situation. God has a plan for you and that's that. Fight it all you want, but a bigger, better being is out there, with your life in a book of people maps, and you can't do a thing about it. Your life is mapped out. You're just along for the ride. I  just so happen to make lots of fun pit stops along the way of my mapped out life.

As scary as it is to think that tomorrow morning, you can wake up and be nonexistent, it's a little bit motivating. I think the greatest thing you can do in life, is to live it. If I go one single day without doing something I love, something that makes me who I am, I fall into a slump. Instantly. Whether it's paint a single painting, or a dozen, reflect on what color I feel like for the day, write in my creative journal, think up a new idea, spend time with the people that inspire me most, read my favorite book of the moment, find my new favorite Salvation Army find for $2. I've learned to live simply, and coming from a town where BMW's, Louis Vuitton's, $300 jeans and frequent visits to the Chanel boutique on the weekends with your besties was the norm, I've surely been humbled. It's pretty amazing to look at what mattered most then, as opposed to what matters most now. They say who you are at twenty five is who you are, solid. I hope I'm this way for forever. Because I've never, ever been happier, more content, than I am right now.

Remember the moments where you think to yourself, "This is what it is to be happy". Humble yourself and realize the things that matter in your life, even if it takes a little reevaluation, because in the state our world is in, we all need it. Find a little piece of happiness in something other than something you can purchase at a store, like a little time spent with the person that means the most to you. There's so much to life, if we just stop following everyone else's tail. You're the only person that's ever going to walk this earth. There will never be another Ali Pinho, so I want to make a name that stands for what it is. You will never be repeated. You can never be remade, no matter how advanced science gets. Do what makes you who you are. Be who you are, today. Because you will never get today back, and tomorrow is never guaranteed. And I think from Theresa's story, we should all take that into account and realize how important it is to live. Every. Single. Day.

Just live. Because today is all you have.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Writable Life


Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. 

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Slick And Pretty Things




I hate slick and pretty things.
I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I like things like cuts and bruises - they're like little flowers. I've always said that if you have a name for something, like "cut" or "bruise", people will automatically be disturbed by it. But when you see the same thing in nature, and you don't know what it is, it can be very beautiful.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Happy Imperfections



Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.

Inside Out


Be who you are, from the inside out. 
Show the world
what 
you're
made of ...

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Cloud Hopping ...



Went from grey cloud, skipped cloud nine, and went straight to cloud nine billion.

 Funny how things work.

Believe Everything




"What should I believe?" thought Shadow, and the voice came back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: Believe everything.




"The ones that bring negativity into any given situation, only have so much negativity built up on themselves, and can only knock themselves down so many times, that they can no longer take it out on themselves, giving themselves the illusion  that they are building their own self up. But still, at the end of it all, they are the ones who fall. Not you."  True that.