Health

Health. In high school we are required to take a class called Health (at least I hope you are because if I was, then you should all be required as well). In this class we learn things from our skeletal system to the damage alcohol does to our bodies to the ole "if you have sex, you will get pregnant and die." Perhaps it's not as severe as that. But we learn all of these things.

When we're little our parents teach us to brush our teeth so they'll clean and healthy. To drink our milk 'cause it builds strong bones. To eat our veggies so we can grow big and strong. Get at least 8 hours of sleep. To not spend so much time in front of the TV screen or else our eye sight will go to hell. And if you're Mexican you get things like don't go outside without a sweater because you'll catch a cold, don't eat watermelon after 7 pm and don't drink milk or eat anything with lactate in it after eating watermelon because you will get diarrhea. I know I know.

It's all these warnings that we grow up with in order to stay healthy. And if we listen to them we will never get sick. Now who's to say this actually works because let's be honest, we break all those rules.  So maybe if we followed them we'd have a healthy life?

I have lived a pretty healthy life I'm happy to say (knock on wood! I don't want to curse myself). I have only been in the hospital once as a patient. And it was terrible. I had "appendicitis," now I put quotation marks because later it turned out it wasn't my appendix but my colon. But I'll get to that in a little bit.

I remember that event very clearly, it was very near the end of my freshman year in high school and it started on a Saturday. We had gone over to my uncle's house in Fernley for a family party. And it was all fun and games and I was actually introduced to my future dog Nala at that party. It was a good day. And I remember that night on the drive back home my side was bothering me. I told my mom about it and she asked if I wanted medicine. I refused because up until then I had never actually had pain meds before. So I went to bed that night assuming it'd be over the next day.

Sunday came and it got worse so I took my first Tylenol. And it subsided for a few hours and I ate a little bit of breakfast although I wasn't feeling hungry. I went to bed feeling terrible and I tossed and turned all night barely sleeping because the pain was killing me. Monday I woke up and struggled to get up and I still planned to go to school. Once in the shower I kind of broke down and started crying from the pain. So after my shower my mom asked if I was ready to go to the hospital and I nodded.

I'm not going to lie, it was my first time with something this bad and this big. I was scared. So I was the kid in the waiting room of the ER sitting in between both his parents holding their hands. I had appendicitis. Or so they thought. So I stayed in the hospital for three days, lost some [noticeable] weight because they had been prepping me for a surgery that never happened. It was horrible, it was painful, it was sad. And after getting out I was wary for a few days afterwards.

The point being I think we all underestimate our health. We do things to our bodies that we don't even think twice about. We don't realize the impact that it has on us and will most likely have on our futures. When we think of happiness I'm sure being healthy does come across but only after a few other things like for example wealth.

But maybe health should be one of our bigger wishes. We can't be wealthy or happy if we're dead right?

Wealth

What is it about us that seeks wealth? We want to be financially stable right? The media and pop culture shows us how glamorous it can all be. We can have everything we could ever want. The latest trends and technologies are all expensive. And wealth can provide us with the newest Play Station, the best iPhone, the coolest computers, trendiest clothes and best cars. Who doesn't want this life?

There is a difference between being rich and being financially stable. The question would be what would we want to be? I'm not claiming to be perfect, and even I have to admit the idea of being wealthy sounds amazing. I would never have to worry about financial issues. It'd be amazing.

And if I was rich I know I would want to help others. I would buy my parents a house and make sure they'd never have to work again and I'd pay for my sister's schooling to make sure her butt has no excuses for not going to school. I'd help my grandparents, well my grandma. I would honestly give to charity. And if I was financially stable enough I'd love to adopt some kids. It'd be awesome.

I want to be a doctor, not for the money aspect of it, but for so much more. And hopefully I do become a doctor, and hopefully I am very stable in money to being a little wealthy, I'd do whatever I could to help.

What are dreams that you dream about if you had the money?

As much as I would love to have money, I also acknowledge just how terrible it's become. And maybe it's not even the money's fault. It's people that ruin it, like with religion, the way people act for money. What people do for money, it's crazy and scary. When they say money buys happiness, I'm a true believer that that is a lie. Sure it can soften hardships, but can we ever really be truly happy with money?

I don't think so. Money isn't something that should create our ultimate happiness for ourselves. When did we lose the touch in finding happiness in the simple things, when did we cross the line into owning the latest gadgets and clothes and thus being happy. That is not how we should be.

I think we need to appreciate wealth, and the wealthy should do more with their money other than ensuring they stay wealthy. But I also think we shouldn't let it control us.

Listen[er,ing,ed]

How many of you have that one friend you always go to if you ever just want to talk and have someone listen? Someone who listens intently and will give you the best advice they can give.

Yeah? I love those people.

And I'd honestly like to think that I'm one of those people. I try to be the best friend I can be. I really do. Sometimes I'm sure I fail at it, and I make mistakes or I may say things that turn out to be offensive, or I start to sound like a dad or something.

You know the friend that says "no don't go out tonight, stay in, don't do drugs, stay in school, I'll help you with homework as long as it's not math or science," yeah I'm that guy. I don't do it to nag, I do it because I genuinely care, if I didn't offer someone advice on doing the right thing it'd be because I don't care enough. But when I do it's really because I care. 

I want to be the type of friend that anyone can come to and they'll have an ear willing to listen, and a shoulder to lean on. In the past I've had people insinuate that they think I'll judge because I don't do anything that would be frankly make my life interesting :p I'm a pretty boring person, sort of nerdy and always trying to stay out of trouble.

But I swear I don't judge people, I will listen and provide the best advice I can. I wouldn't judge because frankly I'm not perfect and I'm no one, I'd have no right in judging.

I love listening to people, because it makes me feel like I can help them even if it's a little bit, I make their day a tiny bit better and I love feeling like I was good for something.

I feel accomplished when I'm able to help and be a good friend. At least I hope I'm a good friend and a great listener.

I also appreciate the people who do listen to me. They have no idea how much it means to me. I love them.

I used to be more open, but through the years I don't open up as much, so the people I do go to I hope they feel special because they are.

Reaching Out Online

Today I think I made a huge [small] step. No it has nothing to do with school, or anything too life changing.

Now I have friends and I know people that use the internet as a means of getting to know others. Dating sites and such. I've never done any of that because it has never caught my attention. And I don't think I'll do it any time soon. I mean I don't even add people on Facebook that I don't know. I'm like the son that would make Little Red Riding Hood's mom feel proud. No strangers for me.

So on the site that I have been posting my story, One For All on, I've been trying to get random people to read it, I want people to read my story. So I'll comment on theirs, or ask them to check out my story and whatnot.

I look for random people that I feel would reply or would take the time of day to read my story.

And one of those people replied to me...

And we started talking...

Like legit conversations.

Now I'm not saying we're bffs or we're soulmates. None of that.

But it was really cool for me to reach out of my comfort zone and do something unexpected.

And I realized one of the big reasons why I don't search for random people online is because I don't trust people. I'm always going to be conflicted whether the person is real or not, who they are, where they live, how can I truly be honest of what they tell me, etc. It's something that would always be in the back of my head.

I barely even trust people I do know. I only really truly trust a handful of people.

But I made a friend today. And it was pretty awesome, and if she is being honest (and maybe it's me being naive or my romanticized view on life) but if its true then she's from Scotland. And I don't know about you but that's fricken insane and awesome.

How wonderful that the internet gives us the power to make friends from literally across the world.

So maybe people should focus on the good things that the internet can bring to our lives. It's not all bad.

Poetry

So this post was for yesterday!

Poetry.

I love poetry. It's something magical and powerful. It's like another language. I wish I was better at writing it then I am. But I try. I enjoy reading more though. There is something about it all that intrigues me. It's a very honest form of stating things. There are no pretenses, there are no lies. You simply just say what you want to say. The trick and crux of it is that you say it in a different way. You don't make it easy for the reader, you say what you want without just saying it. It's complex.

Poetry is used to express oneself. You write a poem to a loved one telling them how much you love them. I used to write my mom poems for Mother's Day and her birthday. They'd consist of something like "roses are red, violets are blue and I love you."  And through the years they'd get more complex on how I appreciate everything she does for me and she's the best mom ever. Now I just write her letters. Just as deep, not quite so hard.

If I had a girlfriend I'd write her love poems every once in a while. But I don't. So whatever. Ladies it's your loss. :p

One thing though I hated analyzing poems in English because I'd always interpret it one way, and it'd turn out to be something completely different. But that's the life of any student right?

I love reading some of my friends'  poems. They write beautifully.

I love how there is a poem for just about anything. All we have to do is go out there and look for it. Or hey write it yourselves.

And April is the month of poetry, so maybe later on this month there will be some new poems. Keep an eye out yeah?

Times Flies Okay!?

Times flies. And anyone who argues with me gets a death glare from me. -__-

I swear didn't I just blog about starting spring semester a few weeks ago? And yes it was. But Jan-Feb-and March just seemed to mold together to one big, quick month. What happened?

Let's take a look back at everything that's happened.

Jan-

Started second semester.
Made zero new friends.
No girlfriend.
Grades are good.
Sister's birthday.

Feb-
14 Days of Love.
Started writing One For All.

March-
Spring Break!
Hung out with friends.
Watched movies.
Continued writing.
Grades are good.
Nothing else!

So nothing too huge has happened. Oh and Lent came and went. And it's Easter today.

Now I have to get my shit together and keep my grades up to prepare for Finals.

It's almost summer. Wow. I don't know about you people but sometimes I don't like just how fast everything happens. I like taking things nice and slow. Unless it's testing, that can speed like hell for all I care.

And I can't believe I forgot! But before summer, I do have something major coming up. My birthday :o

Whatever. Hahaha. Just kidding. I won't even be in school it'll already technically be summer. So I'm probably gonna curl up in some Hobbit hole.

It's crazy that I'm almost done with my Freshman year in college. A year ago I was stressing over the end of HS. And now that's all behind me. It makes me sad that things speed by. A few months turn into a year and then a few years. And suddenly life has changed, everything is different. I just hope it'll all be good different. I don't mind change, but I do miss the way things used to be. Oh well.

So I guess my final concluding thought would be to just enjoy what time we do have and make the best of it.

Classical

I love music. Of all kinds. Except rap and heavy metal. Leave me alone. But I gotta say the old soul in me is madly in love with classical music. One of the reasons why I wanted to play violin and stuck with it for years. I love classical music.

I love listening to the lyrics in songs, and especially feeling them when they relate. But classical music, it has no need for lyrics. No words are spoken and even though the words aren't spoken, words are heard. At least to me they are.

Classical music is wonderful, powerful and magical. I have no doubts about this. There's something about it that makes me grin like an idiot, or weep like an old sap. I love how it can make us feel strong emotions without needing the words there. Because we create the words, we morph the song into our own. Classical music becomes something personal to us all because it becomes our song. It becomes everyones' song.

The years may pass, trends may come and go, my likes and dislikes shift, but classical music is always there, it's always the same simply because it's always different. That's confusing I know, but hear me out. Because of the fact that it morphs into our songs it becomes what we may need, what we may want.

The music can bring joy and memories, or it can help ease the sorrow we feel inside. We can relate to it.

Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven is one of my favorites. It's dark and moody and full of sorrow, and hope, and it has at times in my life made me cry. But I love it all the same.

I love happy songs as well like Fur Elise, but if you know me, you know I dig the dark and depressing. Call me a masochist. But I do.

I'm currently listening to one, called Torment of the Soul by Larry Groupe. I suggest you Youtube this. I thank my friend for using it in one of her trailers she made because she introduced me to it. It's a dark and beautiful song. There are no words to describe how amazing it is.

Listen to it. Listen to classical music! I think people don't appreciate it as much as they should. But I'm content in knowing that I do appreciate it.