Changes and New Journey

Hey reader(s),

For the longest time I wanted to be a teacher, I remember specifically when I was 8 playing school. God placed children on my heart. I know that somewhere in my life there needs to be children. I always equated that with being a teacher. So starting in elementary school I researched what you had to do and what path I had to follow and I started down it. By grade 9 I had universities picked out, I had folders on each one, details about the towns they were in, scholarships I could apply for. I was a little OCD with the planning. I got into a school that was at the top of my list and while I was here I began planning for when I was done. It wasn’t until my status in my program was in jeopardy that I really stopped in my tracks to look at where I was going. I planned so long ago what my path was going to be, when I finally stopped I figured out that I’ve just been following arrows/steps. I really sat and thought about it and I have finally figured out that...this...this career and this path is not who I am .



Once I knew that, I starting thinking...‘Kelsey, what is something you can truly see yourself doing?’ And its funny because now that I think about it, its been in the back of my mind for such a long time. My grandmother was one and my mother was one. A secretary, or as they call them now Office Administrators. I’ve always loved organization and working with computers. I love a job where I have tasks to complete. Its something I thrive at. Some people I’ve told have just given me this look that just oozes disappointment a disbelief. But this is something I truly think I could love.

Telling my parents was the hardest part. They were struck. For my entire life I’ve told them I wanted to be a teacher and they were so happy about it. Then I tell them that I can’t do it and I don’t want to do it. The best thing was that I have never been more happy to be their daughter. We talked for a long time (me crying for most of it because I thought I was going to disappoint them). My father is one amazing man. He was so supportive of me and said that I could do whatever I wanted to do, he just wanted me to be happy. Now I know that can be cheesy, but when I heard that I have never felt more close to him. I just love how much my parents love me.

I can’t believe that it all happened a month and a few weeks ago. In such a short time I have completely reworked where my life is headed. I dropped out of university and applied to a local college back home - which I got into. I found someone to take my room and I move out on Tuesday.



So now here I am, another night that sleep escapes me. I’m packing up my life here in the town I’ve called home for 2 years. My clothes and books are in boxes, my walls are bare, and my heart is sad. I can truly say this is home. I have two places that make my heart relax and feel at ease, I have two homes. I’ve built a life here and it feels so unreal to be leaving it. I’ve made so many friends here and I have roommates that I love dearly. A home church that has helped me grow so much. A strong and supportive youth group that truly helped me start my journey with God. A young man who I can talk to for hours on end for the first time in my life. The acquaintances that I’ve met and slowly begun to know their names, I’ve never known more bus drivers in my life! Places in town where I could find the best chocolate shakes in the world, a library that frustrated me because of their crazy organization skills, and the randomness of this town - I mean who really sees a marching band led by a bear in town or an elephant wandering around on a football field. This is somewhere where I’ve learned so much and laughed so much. I’ve grown here. I may not have accomplished what I had set out to do but I feel like this was a place that I had to come to. God sent me here for a reason. This place has changed me. And I can truly say that I will miss it.



So now I finish my packing, say my goodbyes and head off to the next chapter of my life. I feel like I’m bursting with excitement, I feel like the world has opened up and I have so many possibilities! There is a line from a song I love listening to lately and I will leave this as my last words...right now I feel -

♪ Free as a spirit on a journey of hope ♪

Moving In/Marriage in Today's Society

Hey reader(s),

I haven't posted a blog in a bit because I haven't really had something I wanted to write about. But the last couple of days I've seen a lot of articles in magazines/newspapers about relationships. Most focusing on moving in together/marriage. I understand that everyone is different and thus all relationships are different. But I have a hard time comprehending them. I'm a traditional person, if you hadn't guessed already. I personally believe in slow and steady, going out, no moving in together/no sex until marriage.



Moving in together without a solid commitment seems dangerous - if you break up (and especially when its a messy break-up) how do you decide who leaves/who gets what.

Sex before marriage, obviously you could get pregnant, I really don't like it when people say they just want to be good for when they do get married. If both parties waited until marriage then it shouldn't matter - neither of you knows what to expect and you can grow together, plus there is still a lot of stuff you haven't done - meaning you won't get bored (or at least as quickly).

I feel that in todays society with people doing so many things outside of marriage they have left nothing to make marriage special. Before marriage meant you combined your lives, you moved in together, you were able to get to a new level of intimacy. Now everything that was meant for marriage is attainable, I wonder why people get married at all.

Oh and the marriages that do happen, especially the ones we see on tv are just crazy. I feel like marriage has lost its entire meaning. People getting married get so wrapped up in the planning and the appearance of it. And the women seem to think its their day. Shouldn't the actual day be about the BOTH of you joining your lives?

I don't understand the relationships that are so typical in our society today. I just know I'm going to stick to my traditional values. I want my relationship to build slowly, the waiting for the next steps is exciting - I have an entire lifetime, why should I rush some of the best parts.

Why?

Why do people focus so much on money?

They pursue money, they aim for jobs that get them the most amount of money.

What happened to passion for your work?

What happened to enjoying your life?

I wish people would focus more on the life they've been given then collecting more dollar bills.

Stressing Just a Little

Hey reader(s),

You have just caught me on a semi-weak day where I almost feel like crying but I'm not. I'm doing one of those sit in one spot, breath slowly, rub the bridge of my nose and thinking about everything thats going on at the moment. If you could see my brain, you would see it making a list:

- Need to find a job
- Low on money
- Homework (summer course), need to finish that
- Might get kicked out of my program, waiting to hear back from the academic petition council (I was 1% below the average I needed to continue, 1%!)
- Parents are pressuring me (like always) to do better than my brother and to succeed in university, I get anything below a 70% and they freak out ("That's not you Kelsey")

Today is one of those days I just feel like running. Do you ever have those days where you just feel like escaping it all just for a bit? I do, but then I have to remember that God is there. Once I remember that I start to calm down a little. I give it up all to God and say "Do with it what you will, I trust you."

♪ Grant me serenity to accept things
The things I cannot change
Grant me the courage, Lord to change what I can
Wisdom to know the difference
In my weakness You can shine
In Your strength I can fly ♪

Different Kinds of People

Hey reader(s),

Yesterday my brother and I went downtown to work on some homework, on the train ride home the train had stopped. There was an announcement that there was a "trespasser on the tracks". When I heard that I instantly just thought that someone was walking around when they shouldn't be. About 10 minutes later they had another announcement the train had been "involved in a pedestrian accident" and we were not moving the train until police arrived.

We ended up spending 3 hours on the train, not moving. My brother and I were in the last train compartment/cart/whatever you call it. And that was where the police/paramedics/detectives/firefighters/eventually the coroner went to (the back of the train). We were not really told much but it would seem that the man went under the train, once the paramedics went away we all sort of knew that he was dead. Anyways while all this is happening everyone in the train was pacing, cursing, calling people and complaining about how much of an inconvenience this was. People were going to be late for things because (and yes I actually heard someone say this) "some stupid guy committed suicide".

Okay I can agree that it sucks to be stuck on a train but I mean I didn't hear one person say anything about the guy, not even my brother. I had the hardest time believing that he was of the same mentality as the other passengers. Someone had just died. Someone was no longer walking around living life. Someone felt like they couldn't live here any longer. How can they not sympathize with him for being in such a difficult place that he felt that suicide was the answer? How can they not sympathize with his family and friends? They just lost him.


Sometimes I have a hard time understanding people today. I know that there are many kinds of people in this world but I thought we basically all had the same type of hearts. It was a sad day yesterday for many reasons. A man lost his life and a whole bunch of people ignored their hearts.

Four Loves in My Life

Hey reader(s),

So I have decided to share four loves in my life. My four cats (that are at my parents home). As a child I learned that I was allergic to animals but as I grew older I finally was able to handle them. So when I was in grade 7 my parents let me have two. I still remember walking into the pet shelter and looking through all the cages. And thats when I saw her, my beautiful little kitten. She had this cute little pink nose with white ontop of it. She was adorable and sweet. She came right up to the cage and adored being pet. So I knew she was coming home with me. My brother was allowed to pick the other one. He picked a kitten from the same litter, he chose a girl who was also adorable and very mild-mannered. She was a darker cat with a brown nose. I was actually give veto power as to what they were going to be called, I ended up compiling a list of 75 girl names and narrowed it down from there until I settled on two, these two names were a little bit on the musical side. So here they are...





Harmony (my cat, white/pink) - Cat on the left
She is probably one of the sweetest cats I know. She loves to be pet, is quiet by nature and if you let her she will lick your hand forever. She just has so much love. In the last few years though she has definitely declared me her favourite, I'm pretty much the only one she allows to pick her up.

Jazz (my brother's cat, brown) - Cat on the right
Harmony's sister but personalities are a little bit different. She is a little bit more reserved, my uncle referred to her as our little royalty. She is mild-mannered and sweet but a little bit more independent. She still loves to come up and hang out with the family, she loves to sit on the couch with us and be pet. She really loves hanging out with me or my mom.

A few years later my mom and I were going to Petsmart to pick up a few things and we walked by one of those windows that have all the cats. And then I saw them. These two adorable little furballs running around. My mom was really dead set against it but me being stubborn I persisted. We ended up getting two, the agreement though was that I had to buy them. So they really are my two cats. They are a little bit more boisterous than the other two cats. These two I didn't spend as much time naming them because I was pretty sure of what they reminded me of. Coincidently these two also have similar names to each other, their names are more colour names. So here they are.....



Copper (aka Mister)
He is our only boy. I called him copper because he has a rusty-ish colour to him (at least he did at the time). I have to say he is probably our most affection cat ever. He will sleep on you, he will follow you around, he will meow at you until you notice him. But he is also the mischievous little boy, I feel like he's one of those toddlers that have that little glint in their eyes. He's our little troublemaker. But we absolutely adore him. He is my mother's cat through and through. He worships her. She goes upstairs to watch her taped shows (usually Regis and Kelly), all she does is look at him and say "Regis" and he runs upstairs to sit on the bed with her.



Moka (the softest cat you will ever pet)
She is a sweetheart and our baby. She is also the subject of a song that we sing for her, think Santa Baby, just throw in Moka, Moka baby. I called her moka because she had a coffee colour to her (at the time) so I thought of Mocha and just decided to switch up the spelling a bit. She is docile and will lay in your arms if thats what you wish. She is mostly my dad's cat. She loves to just sit on him. But like her brother Copper (they are from the same litter) she is a little mischievous. You hear a noise somewhere and come running, her and her brother will be sitting there looking up all innocent eyed.

So you have now met my four loves. So here is what they look like today (more recent photos).

Harmony:

Jazz:

Copper:

Moka:

Do you have any pets?

Last Years Scare

I never really talked about this with anyone and I just wanted to tell the whole story somewhere. I spent a lot of time thinking about it by myself in my favourite place, the park with the swings. So last year I went for my yearly doctor check-up, I was heading off for university - so this would have been in August. Anyways, I’m not expecting her to really say anything beyond, hello, any questions, see you later. Instead she slows down where she’s testing, furrows her brow, looks at me and asks, “Kelsey do you feel that”. (She was doing a breast examination).

The minute she said that and got me to feel it myself, I just shut down. I just kept thinking.... “I have a lump in my breast....I have a lump in my breast”. I was not expecting to hear anything, especially not that. I just got told that I had a possibility of having breast cancer (at 19). I felt so bad for my doctor (who I’ve had since I was born so we’re on pretty friendly terms) because I just started balling on her. I could not stop crying, I’m pretty sure I was in shock. I ended up composing myself as best as I could so I could leave the doctor’s office without everyone staring at me like I’m insane. By the time I got to the car I had started crying again. I got in the car and cried the entire way home (freaking out my brother who - bless his soul - sang as silly as he could to make me stop crying), it takes about half an hour to an hour to get home. But I have to say, after that crying session I didn’t cry again.

I told my mother first, that summer we ended up working at the same place and I had to work the day I had my doctor’s appointment. I ended up walking past her and just quickly told her what happened. She took it a lot better than my dad. My dad freaked out a bit. And throughout the whole ordeal he asked lots of questions.

Now me, being the book reader I am, decided that if I was going to get breast cancer I was going to have to know what I was fighting against (figured I should be prepared for the worst). I researched everything I could. I knew about the possible other things the lump could be, I knew about the different types of tests I might have to endure, and I knew treatments for breast cancer. Like I said, after the first day of learning about the lump I stopped crying about it. I figured if I got cancer, God had a reason for it, there was something I was going to learn from this, so I accepted it. but after reading some of the treatments for breast cancer and their affects I got a little worried. Now, losing my hair is not the greatest thing in the world or being sick to my stomach often - I could handle that. But there are some treatments that put women in early menopause. One of the greatest gifts in life that I will ever receive will be my children. I know that adoption is always a possibility but I feel like losing the ability to birth my children would be hard for me to deal with.


Next step for me was getting an ultrasound. Because I’m a young adult, I was told that, my breasts are very dense so a mammogram would not show the lump as well as an ultrasound. One good thing about getting the ultrasound, the gel stuff is no longer scary cold. Weird thing about ultrasounds (when done on your breast), you are naked, waist up in front of someone you don’t know. I’m a little conservative, I think I’d prefer to know the person before I whip off my clothes. But obviously I’m aware that this is for my own good and I just have to suck it up. Point for the hospital though for letting it be a girl. Got the test results back a few weeks later and it “appeared” to be benign. But just because it “appears” benign doesn’t always mean it is. The picture given is an example of what it sort of looked like. So I got an appointment with a general surgeon and we set a surgery date to remove the lump. Oh, when I got the test results I also got the dimensions of the lump, 3 cm x 3cm x 2.7cm. Pretty decent size. Its smaller than a ping pong ball (a ping pong ball is approximately 4 cm). Anyways its big enough that I could feel it in my breast.

I think the hardest part for me during this was telling people. I mean how do you tell people that you might possibly have cancer. During the first part when I didn’t know what it really was I didn’t tell people because it would just freak people out and make them worry. I didn’t want them to worry if it was nothing. When I went for tests I waited to tell people until I knew more. After the test results I just didn’t know how to tell them so I left it for a while. Finally in December, a few weeks before my surgery I finally told some of my friends. I basically did the “blurt it out as fast as you can and act normal”. I had a normal conversation with them then threw it at them...not the best way to deal with it. Some friends I even just told over msn or text. And the only reason I told them was because I would be late coming back to school (surgery/recovery time). To be honest I don't know what sort of reaction I wanted from them, basically all of them just said "i'm sorry" and "keep me updated".

So I waited until my surgery date and went in. I wasn't really scared for the surgery itself but I was a little worried about the after part (the recovery). I wasn't quite sure what to expect, I mean they were taking a lump out and I wasn't sure how that would affect how it would look (would I have a dent in my breast?), and I wasn't sure how it would affect the insides (would I be able to breast feed when I have children?). The doctors answered my questions, for the most part they said everything would be normal. So I got put into a gown, got an IV put in me and my anesthesiologist (a guy) came to talk to me about what would be happening. He made me a little nervous because I really didn't want some guy seeing my breasts.

I got led to the surgery room, it was actually pretty creepy. It was a huge room with a surgery bed thing in the middle with a whole bunch of equipment around it and there were like 4 people in there (sort of like the picture). But I really have to give them credit, they made me feel at ease. They joked with me and let me keep my clothes on! They put me underneath a blanket that was nice and warm and started the knock out process. They didn't touch me until I was out, which made me feel so much better.

I woke up in a recovery room with tons of other people and I got a popsicle! Which I thought was hilarious, popsicles and surgery. When I woke up out of it I was pretty much awake awake and I was ready to go home. My breast felt weird but overall good. I spent a few days in bed, my parents wouldn't let me get out. It hurt a bit and there was a bit of bruising. I know have a funky scar. I would hear in the next few weeks (after the lump had been tested) that the lump was a benign fibroadenoma which is very common in women under 30. Best news of my life :D

So there is the whole story, for those who actually read the whole thing, I'm impressed. I know I wrote quite a bit and even if no one reads this I finally talked about it. It was a new experience for me and something that will let me relate to other women who are going through testing. I may not have had cancer but I had the scare of it, I know the fears, I know the thoughts that come up from it, I know the tests, etc. But now that I've had this lump, my doctor will be checking more regularly as it is said that people with benign fibroadenoma have a higher chance of getting breast cancer, my family also has a history of breast cancer. All I know is that if this is what God has planned for me then I will embrace the whole experience and put my faith in him.

Music That I'm Loving

Hey reader(s),

Just so you know I am always up for music suggestions, the only thing I'm not a huge fan of is rap/heavy metal, other than that anything is game.

So recently I have been repeating these songs over and over again.

Keep it Together by The CO and Tyler Ward

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhHPiAPakYw&feature=related

Definitely worth checking out, I love listening to this song, especially when I'm in a low spot and I need something to keep me going.





Tokyo (Vampires and Wolves) by The Wombats

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRhUIJextp8

Catchy, good outside walking music/cleaning music






Sweet Pea by Amos Lee

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YRIgvtQYEmA

Can always put a smile on my face and its really chill.











In My Veins by Andrew Belle

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymJvCqECR44

Mellow, sweet and sad. Love it.







The Way She Feels by Between the Trees

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGPhNeKtrqw

Interesting song, sad, but its just sung beautifully











7x70 by Chris August

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5-Q1zAhqpA

Good topic, great voice :D







This by Darius Rucker

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjKFb-4t_vg

Wonderful song, upbeat and happy












So Cold I Could See My Breath by Emery

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyP_myiI294

Love singing along to this one with my roommate!











Skeleton Boy by Friendly Fires

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJwCH-nWomQ

A band out of Britain that my dad and I love :D











The Moment I Said It by Imogen Heap

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uaato6qwzvc

Its relaxing












Your Man by Josh Turner

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmMWtUv3_OY

Oh boy his deep voice! Love it!












The Motions by Matthew West

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUg9qE_KjLg

Love.




I love tons of songs but these ones lately have been on replay! So if you guys have any suggestions feel free to comment! I'd love to hear who you guys love to listen to!

Lark Rise to Candleford

Hey reader(s),

First off I'm gonna just say this...this show may not be your cup of tea. But for me, this is an amazing cup of tea! I love this show with a passion. If you didn't catch the name from the title of this post, it is called - Lark Rise to Candleford.

This series is set at the end of the 19th century in a small hamlet called Lark Rise and the neighbouring (wealthy) town called Candleford. The show is shown (mainly) through the eyes of a teenage girl, Laura Timmins. Laura Timmins leaves her home of Lark Rise to work at her cousin’s (Dorcas Lane) post office in Candleford. The two towns and the characters within them begin to interact with each other.

The best part of this show is the relationships. Some people I’ve shown this to find it slow, and I have to agree sometimes, there isn’t a lot happening action-wise. But there is always something going on within the relationships. We see the daily lives of farm workers, craftsmen, gentry, store owners, and town folk. We see loving families, budding relationships, boisterous communities, and the helpfulness of a neighbour.

There are four seasons in total, it is now complete so you wouldn’t have to worry about waiting for the next episode, and it is all available on youtube. So if you are into period dramas with remarkable characters - check it out.

What shows are you into?

Ireland Daydreams

Hey reader(s),

So today I was just lounging around (I got off university a bit ago so I'm just enjoying the relaxing time before I head back up for summer courses). I decided to watch some tv and came across Leap Year. It was the only last half hour but still, I remembered liking the ending so I watched it. For those who have not watched it and plan to you may wish to stop reading. And for those of you who don't care, here's the summary:

Anna Brady from Boston is a planner that stages apartments for Realtors. Anna has been dating cardiologist, Jeremy, for four years and they are buying a high standard apartment in Davenport together. Anna expects Jeremy to propose to her on a dinner date but he gives her a gift instead, after which he travels to Dublin for a congress. Anna decides to meet him in Dublin on the February 29th and propose to him in accordance with an old Irish folklore tradition from the Fifth Century of leap-year proposals by women. However, her airplane is forced to land in Wales due to bad weather and she is not able to find a connection since the Dublin airport is closed. She decides to travel on a supply vessel but is forced to disembark in Dingle due to a storm. Anna walks to the only restaurant and inn and hires the unfriendly owner Declan to drive her to Dublin. Declan agrees to drive her as he needs the money to pay of his debts but their journey is fraught with many incidents.

So here I am watching this movie and I can't help but notice the beautiful landscape, the laid-back attitude, and the kindness of a neighbour. I am always searching for a place the will make my heart smile like the people from this movie did. A town that is truly a supportive and loving community. Also small with a few quirks. So far I have not found that. I grew up in this small town for 19 years. It was amazing to grow up in (as an elementary school student) but as the years went on, it started growing rapidly with buildings that we did not really need and people that we could not properly accomodate. I feel so closed in here. I miss the open feel this town had. Then I moved to an even bigger town for university, while I do like it there it is not somewhere I could live forever. I dream about the day I can settle in to a place and say, "this is home, I could live here forever".

I Can't Help But Shake My Head

Hey Reader,

First off I should probably give you a little background info. I love reading. I mean LOVE reading. Pretty much anything. I grew up surrounded by books. My grade 2 teacher read us a book from the Narnia series and I was hooked for life. I remember staying up late underneath my covers with a flashlight just to finish a book. I grew up with my heart in a library. I even ended up working at my local library for four years. I reluctantly left (as I had to go to University). To me reading is... cathartic. I love it when I can read a book and be caught up in it. I love the look of books (especially those older style ones). I have this one poetry book from the 1860s and its my favourite. My wages from the library usually got poured into my books (and my university fund). And when I get older and have a home of my own, I truly wish to have a library in my home.

So now on to why I can't stop shaking my head. I was watching the news today and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Electronic book sales are rising, they sold more than hardcopies. I refuse to buy one. I love the feel of a book in my hands and getting excited to turn a page. I love placing a bookmark inside, showing my progress in a book. I love putting a post-it in my book to write something I thought about it or to mark a favourite part/passage. I love being able to see tear-marks from the last time I read it. I love being able to see my favourites just from the look of them (worn, smoothed edges).

I can understand that they may save paper, its more convenient to carry and such. But why does everything have to change? I will cry the day that I can no longer buy a book in its natural form. The day that the only way to buy a book is online is the day that I lost something special to me.

Home

Hey (to whoever is actually reading this),

Hope your day had a small joy in it. I have finally completed my second year at university! Only three more to go! While I'm happy about finishing school and about the summer adventures to come with my friends and with my faith - I'm getting baptized this summer!! In a lake! - I am really excited to be heading home for more than a weekend. I plan to stay in the town I stay in during University for the summer but for a few weeks I'm heading home to be with my family.

I just love the feeling of driving home, well...I'm not driving (the bus driver is) but basically the feeling is the same. I start to recognize points along the way, I count down the time on my phone, and I start to get fidgety. There is just some kind of comfort zone that once you pass you just sigh in relief and smile. I've only lived in two places my entire life (well the parts I remember). I lived in a small town in Ontario for 18 years until I moved to this bigger town that I'm in now - sorry about not just saying which town it is, I just feel like 1) not really important and 2) there are creepy people on the internet so its better to leave out specific locations.

I always miss home. There are the people I've known forever, the places I have memories in, the places I know I can go just to think, and a family that will let me hug them for no reason at all. I'm so looking forward to letting my home welcome me back.

Remember Forever

Hey everyone!!

Everyone's blog title has a story. Or at least some amount of effort to figure out a title that fits their life. For me, I came across "Remember Forever" in a magazine, I forget what it was advertising but I loved it so much that I cut it out. When I hear "Remember Forever" there are two things that come to mind.

The first is remembering life forever. Holding on to the memories/moments that I've had so far in life, forever. Til this point in my life, God has not sent any huge obstacles, this year I feel like I'm starting to get a few more. I'm struggling, and things around me are breaking down. But I take it as God showing me the things that are breaking/falling apart are not necessary for me to survive. I only need Him. I started my journey with God last year and it is through my friends and a supportive youth group that I came to realize how much I really needed Him in my life. And the memories I've made so far, good or bad, have shaped me and pushed me towards God. I know in the end that everything that happens in my life will be for the best.

The second is remembering "forever". Remembering the word and what it denotes. Remembering that we are living here. Forever could just be about living here on this earth or forever into our lives after our time here. But for me it reminds me that while I'm here I need to live it. I feel sometimes that I've lived life in stages. I was in elementary school and there we worked towards high school, in high school we prepared for university, and university we prepare for jobs. I've seen what my relatives are like in their jobs and they work for the necessities in life. Obviously thats important but I don't want to waste my life. There are so many things to see and do. There are so many things to experience. God put these experiences on earth and I want to treasure them. I want to live life, I don't want to just live to get by in life. I want to remember the joys in life, forever!

Thank you for reading my ramblings. I hope you smile today!