My Year 21

In twenty-one more years, I am certain that I will look at this year in awe.

I will laugh at the confusion.

Embrace the misunderstood.

See why it is perfect for me.

I choose to go be blindsided to the questions I don't understand, in order to follow the answers I know are right.

But for now... I continue to be content with my choice to jump.

With urgency I keep on creating my wings.

I have the right answers without knowing the question. All from a jump.

FAVORITES FRIDAY {week one}

My all time favorite music video to a killer song!
The Shins-Simple Song

F R I E N D S

Sometimes all you need are really good friend to help you know you are right where you need to be.

L I F E versus L I V I N G

The endless cycle of idea and action, Endless invention, endless experiment, Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. All our knowledge brings us nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to God. Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? The cycles of heaven in twenty centuries Brings us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.    The lot of man is ceaseless labor, Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder, Or irregular labour, which is not pleasant. I have trodden the winepress alone, and I know That it is hard to be really useful, resigning The things that men count for happiness, seeking The good deeds that lead to obscurity, accepting With equal face those that bring ignominy, The applause of all or the love of none. All men are ready to invest their money But most expect dividends. I say to you: Make perfect your will. I say: take no thought of the harvest, But only of proper sowing.     The world turns and the world changes, But one thing does not change. In all of my years, one thing does not change, However you disguise it, this thing does not change: The perpetual struggle of Good and Evil. T.S. Eliot

Missing the mission

Yesterday, so many little memories of my mission flooded in my mind. Oh boy, I sure do love that experience. I was talking about it and longing for it and my friend turned to me and said, "Emma Rose, I think this means you really need a boyfriend." Hahahahaha. Ha. Okay, maybe I need to calm down my mission missing blues.