Sorry about disappearing after that last post. I want to wrap that episode up real quick, and then move on to talk about other stuffs.
I'm better. See, I was in Amarillo when that happened, which was very lucky for me, because I couldn't have dealt with that while being so far away. I continued to get in touch with people and find times for us to hang out, generally lunch or dinner. So, as most catch up conversations start, I was asked, "How are you?" many times.
"Great!" was my natural response, but I found myself pausing, and then continuing with, "Er... Good." or if I was especially bothered at the time it was, "Er... Alright."
Little thing, generally "Alright" entails that there's something bothering the person.
I absolutely couldn't tell people everything was fine when it honestly wasn't. Since that Friday though, I've been able to say "Great!" and mean it though.
Clint's family held the memorial service on that Friday, and I went to it. It was uplifting, and did a wonderful job of celebrating Clint's life. At the beginning, and at the end, I got the chance to talk with several people I either hadn't seen in several years, or a few months. One of those people was a guy from the class above me.
He stood out to me, and partially because I had started talking with him again over the Summer. I hadn't ever really wanted to get to know him, honestly. There was something about his character that just turned me away in high school. Granted, I reached out to him to congratulate him on his getting engaged. We did some catching up, and I realized that he wasn't the persona I thought he was. Funny how that happens.
Well, he did a wonderful job of responding to my last post, and saying exactly what I needed to hear to help me get through the week. He was at the service, and I greeted him afterward and got a hug from him. It was in that moment, that I felt myself get back to the point I was at. That hug was exactly what I needed to push me through, and I don't know how exactly I would have without it.
So I'm great now. For realsies! I miss Clint dearly, but I'm pursuing my life and experiencing everything I can with an open mind and heart!
After I left Amarillo, I went to Denton and spent 4 days (technically) with Chelsea, Tyler and Geoffrey. I was able to sit back and relax, play video games, eat, and just chill with them. It was absolutely amazing! The next 4 days (technically) I spent with Brian, Kelc, Chris, Brison, and a whole slew of other people. I got to be around for Brian filming his short film Hero. (Trailer here: http://vimeo.com/73278165) That was amazing, and I missed being around all that, and the hectic schedule was honestly quite fun.
Now, I'm on day 2 of school. Day 2 of senior year. Crazy! My year looks like it'll be busy, but soooooooo much fun! Like, I need a ton more o's on that so. XD
I gotta head off to get to swimming, so I'm about done.
Hope that everyone in school has a great time, and that everyone not in school just has a great time not being in school. XD
I'll be back before too long. (I have my laptop this time, and it isn't 9 hours away for 2 weeks. XD)
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Life and Loss
Loss.
One word.
That's kind of the beauty of words though, right? I mean, "loss" is just a three different letters, arranged into four spaces. I mean, you can throw three letters into four spots and get all sorts of things.
Like, imagine being around way back when, and these things we take for granted don't exist yet, and so you're in charge of deciding what sounds and what letters will create this word. By some act of God you decide on the letters l, o, and s.
Soll? Nah, doesn't quite work... Loos? Not quite what you want... Olso? You think that just sounds funny...
Loss.
Now you can tell the difference between a win and a... loss.
(Loss, doesn't feel like a word anymore... Whoa!)
What's really magical though, is that that one word is more than that. You see on paper it is one word.
Loss.
Four letters.
It's actually a really small word. You learn it really early in life. I mean, knowing that words like the ones in this article exist really make these four letters pale in comparison. http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Big_Words
If you read and understand that all perfectly, then you sir are a scholar. To be fair, I have no idea if it makes sense, so don't be like, "William that makes no sense. It's just a bunch of big words." I just saw the big words, and knew it would get the point across. XD
Does it really pale in comparison though?
All day I've been trying to respond to this word. See, on paper it's four letters. When spoken though... When your ears pick up on the pain the word carries... When your heart can't tell whether it's supposed to keep beating, or have its own moment of silence...
See, that's the power of a word. Granted, I know it's not the word. I know it's the context.
I am at a loss for where I placed my copy of Pokemon Blue. That doesn't cause you to break down.
I suffered a loss this morning, as I received the news that a really good friend of mine, Clint, from high school died in a car accident. That's powerful.
I woke up to my mom informing me of the accident, to which I spent the next 20 minutes or so scrolling through Facebook reading all the posts, and praying that it wasn't true. I found the article, and still continued to pray that it wasn't true. I curled up in my bed, and cried, still praying it wasn't true.
My heart didn't want to exist. I didn't want to get out of bed. I didn't want to text anyone. I didn't want to look at Facebook. I just wanted to stop existing, because that's what felt like the easiest route.
I slowly pulled myself out of bed, and curled up next to my mom, and just laid there. She didn't say much, she just held me. After a few more moments, I was able to take a bath, and get ready for the day. My grandma showed up, and we went to lunch.
And I couldn't stop feeling like I was betraying Clint. Like I shouldn't be out in public, having a normal family moment, when a friend wasn't on this planet any longer. I smiled, and partook in the conversation but there was this weight in my heart.
I told my friend that I felt wrong, but part of me felt like Clint wouldn't want life to stop. He was so full of life, and I can't imagine that he would want anything but those he knew to live.
I've been on a high all Summer just about. Finding every last beautiful thing about life to enjoy. I get home, and am every bit ready to continue experiencing every wonderful thing I can.
Here I am, barreling through this rough time. I don't want to lose this view on life. I've been so happy recently, and I've been missing that in recent years. I'm struggling to find that point at the moment
I think, I might have, but I'm not entirely sure, and honestly still need time to process everything that happened.
I try not to take life for granted. I know how easily it is lost. And to be honest, I find that really beautiful.
I'm trying to be careful here, because I don't want the loss of life to be something that doesn't weigh heavily on my heart. I think, though, that by understanding just how easily life can be lost it makes the life we have that much more magical. There are billions of things that could happen, and a huge percent of those things result in death.
That sounds really dark, but it's kind of true. With that in mind, it makes the fact that I'm here that much more of a gift, and as such I don't want anyone I come into contact with to feel like I'm taking their life for granted.
I don't feel like Clint took life for granted, and I know he made sure to let everyone know just how important they were when he saw them.
To sign off I want to say thanks to Clint. You've touched so many people's lives, and you were a huge role model. I pray that your legacy lives on. I wish I had stayed in touch better. I love you man.
One word.
That's kind of the beauty of words though, right? I mean, "loss" is just a three different letters, arranged into four spaces. I mean, you can throw three letters into four spots and get all sorts of things.
Like, imagine being around way back when, and these things we take for granted don't exist yet, and so you're in charge of deciding what sounds and what letters will create this word. By some act of God you decide on the letters l, o, and s.
Soll? Nah, doesn't quite work... Loos? Not quite what you want... Olso? You think that just sounds funny...
Loss.
Now you can tell the difference between a win and a... loss.
(Loss, doesn't feel like a word anymore... Whoa!)
What's really magical though, is that that one word is more than that. You see on paper it is one word.
Loss.
Four letters.
It's actually a really small word. You learn it really early in life. I mean, knowing that words like the ones in this article exist really make these four letters pale in comparison. http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Big_Words
If you read and understand that all perfectly, then you sir are a scholar. To be fair, I have no idea if it makes sense, so don't be like, "William that makes no sense. It's just a bunch of big words." I just saw the big words, and knew it would get the point across. XD
Does it really pale in comparison though?
All day I've been trying to respond to this word. See, on paper it's four letters. When spoken though... When your ears pick up on the pain the word carries... When your heart can't tell whether it's supposed to keep beating, or have its own moment of silence...
See, that's the power of a word. Granted, I know it's not the word. I know it's the context.
I am at a loss for where I placed my copy of Pokemon Blue. That doesn't cause you to break down.
I suffered a loss this morning, as I received the news that a really good friend of mine, Clint, from high school died in a car accident. That's powerful.
I woke up to my mom informing me of the accident, to which I spent the next 20 minutes or so scrolling through Facebook reading all the posts, and praying that it wasn't true. I found the article, and still continued to pray that it wasn't true. I curled up in my bed, and cried, still praying it wasn't true.
My heart didn't want to exist. I didn't want to get out of bed. I didn't want to text anyone. I didn't want to look at Facebook. I just wanted to stop existing, because that's what felt like the easiest route.
I slowly pulled myself out of bed, and curled up next to my mom, and just laid there. She didn't say much, she just held me. After a few more moments, I was able to take a bath, and get ready for the day. My grandma showed up, and we went to lunch.
And I couldn't stop feeling like I was betraying Clint. Like I shouldn't be out in public, having a normal family moment, when a friend wasn't on this planet any longer. I smiled, and partook in the conversation but there was this weight in my heart.
I told my friend that I felt wrong, but part of me felt like Clint wouldn't want life to stop. He was so full of life, and I can't imagine that he would want anything but those he knew to live.
I've been on a high all Summer just about. Finding every last beautiful thing about life to enjoy. I get home, and am every bit ready to continue experiencing every wonderful thing I can.
Here I am, barreling through this rough time. I don't want to lose this view on life. I've been so happy recently, and I've been missing that in recent years. I'm struggling to find that point at the moment
I think, I might have, but I'm not entirely sure, and honestly still need time to process everything that happened.
I try not to take life for granted. I know how easily it is lost. And to be honest, I find that really beautiful.
I'm trying to be careful here, because I don't want the loss of life to be something that doesn't weigh heavily on my heart. I think, though, that by understanding just how easily life can be lost it makes the life we have that much more magical. There are billions of things that could happen, and a huge percent of those things result in death.
That sounds really dark, but it's kind of true. With that in mind, it makes the fact that I'm here that much more of a gift, and as such I don't want anyone I come into contact with to feel like I'm taking their life for granted.
I don't feel like Clint took life for granted, and I know he made sure to let everyone know just how important they were when he saw them.
To sign off I want to say thanks to Clint. You've touched so many people's lives, and you were a huge role model. I pray that your legacy lives on. I wish I had stayed in touch better. I love you man.
Friday, August 9, 2013
The Mediator
So, my apartment doesn't have internet at the moment, which means I'm almost on the move. Still in Houston for a bit, but basically already in Austin/Amarillo/Denton mentally. Trying to squeeze the last bit of awesome out of Houston before I leave though.
I made a post a few days ago about Adam, and spent a ton of time talking about him and how glad I am to have met him.
This blog will break away from highlighting how grateful I am to Adam, and go into how grateful I am to have met someone else. If you pay enough attention I'm quite positive you already know exactly who I'm talking about.
Brandon.
Cut to the title screen where it flashes "So I found "The Google"". (I'm really running with the idea that my blog works as a TV show format. Haha.)
So Brandon. He was very much the middle ground, and the stability I needed for everything to feel normal. Don't get me wrong, Adam and Brandon could very well have been brothers, and they definitely acted as though they were/are.
Adam, as much as I love him, was out there, and Brandon was always there with the mutual understanding that while we didn't understand him, we understood each other.
I don't know if I got any catch phrases from Brandon, but I do know that I got a Summers worth of laughter thanks to him. Here, I'll provide the background music, while I explain what Brandon means to me. =D
dun dun dun dun dun dun dun DUN DUN dun dun dun dun dun dun
So there's this guy named Brandon
dun dun dun DUN DUN dun dun dun
He is a lighthearted guy, and very loud.
dun da doo da dun da DUN DUN dun da doo da dun
He scared me at first due to his screaming at the Blackhawks games.
BAHHHHHH
But I overcame that image and found out he's one of the funniest guys to hang out with.
dun dun dun dun dun dun DUN DUN dun dun dun dun dun
Half the time Brandon and I hung out we were looking over at each other, mutually confused about what Adam was rambling on about.
dun dun dun wee do DUN DUN wee do dun dun dun
He is CCNA certified, which means he can do things!
BAHHHHHHHH
And on a more serious note, Brandon if you're reading this stop laughing. I know that's your favorite episode, but breath. XD
Brandon is a hard working guy. He spent so much time, outside of work, studying and preparing for his CCNA certification, which I sadly still do not fully comprehend. He is super outgoing, and always down to have a new experience. He's nice too, always able to get along with people, except maybe the person from my last post, but that's a rare case. Haha.
Thank you Brandon, for always being a fun guy to hang out with, and nothing like I imagined when we first talked on Facebook. You're definitely going places, and I hope that our paths cross again at some point. Even if it's when Adam recruits us for the adult themed water park, because you know what? The idea has actually grown on me, but don't tell Adam.
I made a post a few days ago about Adam, and spent a ton of time talking about him and how glad I am to have met him.
This blog will break away from highlighting how grateful I am to Adam, and go into how grateful I am to have met someone else. If you pay enough attention I'm quite positive you already know exactly who I'm talking about.
Brandon.
Cut to the title screen where it flashes "So I found "The Google"". (I'm really running with the idea that my blog works as a TV show format. Haha.)
So Brandon. He was very much the middle ground, and the stability I needed for everything to feel normal. Don't get me wrong, Adam and Brandon could very well have been brothers, and they definitely acted as though they were/are.
Adam, as much as I love him, was out there, and Brandon was always there with the mutual understanding that while we didn't understand him, we understood each other.
I don't know if I got any catch phrases from Brandon, but I do know that I got a Summers worth of laughter thanks to him. Here, I'll provide the background music, while I explain what Brandon means to me. =D
dun dun dun dun dun dun dun DUN DUN dun dun dun dun dun dun
So there's this guy named Brandon
dun dun dun DUN DUN dun dun dun
He is a lighthearted guy, and very loud.
dun da doo da dun da DUN DUN dun da doo da dun
He scared me at first due to his screaming at the Blackhawks games.
BAHHHHHH
But I overcame that image and found out he's one of the funniest guys to hang out with.
dun dun dun dun dun dun DUN DUN dun dun dun dun dun
Half the time Brandon and I hung out we were looking over at each other, mutually confused about what Adam was rambling on about.
dun dun dun wee do DUN DUN wee do dun dun dun
He is CCNA certified, which means he can do things!
BAHHHHHHHH
And on a more serious note, Brandon if you're reading this stop laughing. I know that's your favorite episode, but breath. XD
Brandon is a hard working guy. He spent so much time, outside of work, studying and preparing for his CCNA certification, which I sadly still do not fully comprehend. He is super outgoing, and always down to have a new experience. He's nice too, always able to get along with people, except maybe the person from my last post, but that's a rare case. Haha.
Thank you Brandon, for always being a fun guy to hang out with, and nothing like I imagined when we first talked on Facebook. You're definitely going places, and I hope that our paths cross again at some point. Even if it's when Adam recruits us for the adult themed water park, because you know what? The idea has actually grown on me, but don't tell Adam.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
A Very William Night
I was talking with someone the other day, and they're the type of person that it's kind of assumed you don't like. They're cool with it, and I think for the most part they thrive on making you not like them.
Weird.
The weirder thing, is that I don't see it. I've only talked to him a few times, and never really gotten a chance to hang out with him, but I don't dislike him. I find him genuinely fun to be around. People find it quite easily to comment on his less than likable personality and are very disbelieving of my inability to find him unlikable.
Well, we were talking about this. We discussed his understanding of how people viewed him, as well as his ensuring people viewed him that way.
During our conversation it came up that I was too nice and, in a way, naive to see him as a unlikable person. He wasn't telling me it was a bad thing, but was instead telling me that it was due to the fact that I hadn't been truly let down yet.
I thought about it, and I haven't been devastatingly let down yet. Sure, I've been let down by people I trust, but I still, generally, manage to focus on the good in people.
Look, I'm the guy who picks fights with people who are openly bashing people they've never met over terribly outdated stereotypes. I shouldn't, but I dislike when people are being close minded and shutting out an entire population based on very wrong and close minded ideas.
So, it's quite possible that one day, my very trusting nature will be destroyed. I'm not going to deny the very real possibility of the World laughing in my face as I sit there broken and defeated.
The thing though, is that I don't think I'll stay there. If anything, the World will never be able to destroy my faith in God. I will always have that to carry me through rough times, and pick me up when I'm down.
Another thing though, and the part of this that deals with the title. Haha.
I feel like my blogs always have a opening, the title screen, and then go into the story. In fact, they do. My blog is TV show format. Haha.
So, Wednesday night. I went to the Jonas Brothers concert in Houston yesterday. I had planned to go with a friend, but plans fell through and I ended up going by myself.
I had initially planned to take a billion pictures, and videos and spam my Facebook and Twitter and Instagram with them. I didn't, however, because about two songs in I decided I wanted to just live this moment. I shut my phone off, and put it in my pocket, choosing to experience the concert for everything it was.
Now, I don't fit the Jonas Brothers demographic. First, I'm male. Second, I'm Hispanic. Third, I'm 21. Not necessarily in that order, and not saying Hispanics don't like Jonas Brothers, it just isn't the stereotypical demographic. While I was sitting there, I realized that I wasn't wanting to jump around and scream, or what not, but was just happy being there and experiencing it.
I've listened to them for quite a long time, and it was a wonderful experience being able to hear them singing the songs in person. It was one of those things where I never really envisioned myself being able to experience that.
To tie it all together, I realized that I won't ever become a more cynical person. The fact that I was able to listen to The Jonas Brothers sing a few songs, and not scream and shout or jump around but instead just bask in their music and feel refreshed, reinforced my belief that I'll be able to power through things. That I won't stay down, but will always find some aspect of life to find beautiful.
I'm glad I got to go to their concert, and will treasure that experience for a long time. So, shout out to the Jonas Brothers for producing music that inexplicably makes me happy.
Oh, and just for fun, here.
That song is super stuck in my head. Haha. Oh, and then listen to this one:
That's a good one too! =D
Next post should be another person specific post. Prize for whoever guesses it. =D
Weird.
The weirder thing, is that I don't see it. I've only talked to him a few times, and never really gotten a chance to hang out with him, but I don't dislike him. I find him genuinely fun to be around. People find it quite easily to comment on his less than likable personality and are very disbelieving of my inability to find him unlikable.
Well, we were talking about this. We discussed his understanding of how people viewed him, as well as his ensuring people viewed him that way.
During our conversation it came up that I was too nice and, in a way, naive to see him as a unlikable person. He wasn't telling me it was a bad thing, but was instead telling me that it was due to the fact that I hadn't been truly let down yet.
I thought about it, and I haven't been devastatingly let down yet. Sure, I've been let down by people I trust, but I still, generally, manage to focus on the good in people.
Look, I'm the guy who picks fights with people who are openly bashing people they've never met over terribly outdated stereotypes. I shouldn't, but I dislike when people are being close minded and shutting out an entire population based on very wrong and close minded ideas.
So, it's quite possible that one day, my very trusting nature will be destroyed. I'm not going to deny the very real possibility of the World laughing in my face as I sit there broken and defeated.
The thing though, is that I don't think I'll stay there. If anything, the World will never be able to destroy my faith in God. I will always have that to carry me through rough times, and pick me up when I'm down.
Another thing though, and the part of this that deals with the title. Haha.
I feel like my blogs always have a opening, the title screen, and then go into the story. In fact, they do. My blog is TV show format. Haha.
So, Wednesday night. I went to the Jonas Brothers concert in Houston yesterday. I had planned to go with a friend, but plans fell through and I ended up going by myself.
I had initially planned to take a billion pictures, and videos and spam my Facebook and Twitter and Instagram with them. I didn't, however, because about two songs in I decided I wanted to just live this moment. I shut my phone off, and put it in my pocket, choosing to experience the concert for everything it was.
Now, I don't fit the Jonas Brothers demographic. First, I'm male. Second, I'm Hispanic. Third, I'm 21. Not necessarily in that order, and not saying Hispanics don't like Jonas Brothers, it just isn't the stereotypical demographic. While I was sitting there, I realized that I wasn't wanting to jump around and scream, or what not, but was just happy being there and experiencing it.
I've listened to them for quite a long time, and it was a wonderful experience being able to hear them singing the songs in person. It was one of those things where I never really envisioned myself being able to experience that.
To tie it all together, I realized that I won't ever become a more cynical person. The fact that I was able to listen to The Jonas Brothers sing a few songs, and not scream and shout or jump around but instead just bask in their music and feel refreshed, reinforced my belief that I'll be able to power through things. That I won't stay down, but will always find some aspect of life to find beautiful.
I'm glad I got to go to their concert, and will treasure that experience for a long time. So, shout out to the Jonas Brothers for producing music that inexplicably makes me happy.
Oh, and just for fun, here.
That song is super stuck in my head. Haha. Oh, and then listen to this one:
Next post should be another person specific post. Prize for whoever guesses it. =D
Monday, August 5, 2013
The Unexpected Incepted
If you were to go back in time and talk to me in High School, or even a year or so ago, and tell me that this Summer was going to happen the way it has I would have laughed at you. Not offensive laughed, but disbelief laughed.
I'm currently in the middle of writing two other posts, one which has been a work in progress for several weeks now, and one which I started about a week ago. The first one is more of a look at people I'm close to and how I "pray" for them. It'll make sense if I ever post it. XD
The second, and one which is more relevant to this post, is about my Summer. It's me attempting to document my Summer, primarily for my record purposes, and to pinpoint key things this Summer that have shaped me into the better person I am today.
I'm going to take a moment to go post within a post, so just bear with me.
BWOOOOMM!!
I spent my Summer living with two of the greatest people I've ever met, and two people which I would have never believed I'd ever live with. Adam and Brandon might as well be brothers with the way they interact with one another, and it really makes for awesome happenings.
BWOOOOMM!!
I was really worried about living with Adam and Brandon. We had a Facebook group chat going on, and in our conversation Adam asked if we drank. Brandon said yeah, and I responded no. This was the beginning of my worry about my roommates. They then asked if we went out every weekend, and they said yes. I'm pretty sure I stopped responding after that.
BWOOOOMM!!
I almost didn't accept Adam's offer to live with him and Brandon. I turned him down once, and even ignored Brandon's email altogether, but when he sent the second email something clicked in the back of my head. He piqued my interest, and I almost immediately told him I was in. It was a mixture of not wanting to live alone, and not wanting to drive an hour to and from work everyday.
So yeah, if you told me that someone like Adam would have such a huge impact on my life I would have thought you were crazy. Trying to think of how I can best explain it, I find myself speechless. The words in my mind run from my as I try to grasp them.
Here.
Sometimes you meet people who your natural reaction is to block out. Sometimes you meet people who you immediately trust. Adam was the first one. I interacted where needed, and formed a basic enough relationship that I was able to exist nicely. Then, in one sitting, he became that second type of person. I can't explain why, and I don't think I'll ever be able to properly explain why, but I don't really want to.
See, Adam, in many ways, embodies who I want to be. Now, I'm very fine with not being Adam, but he has allowed me to grow in ways that I never though possible. Being around Adam gives me that feeling of being able to conquer anything. There is no task that isn't doable. There's no challenge too hard. There's nothing that can stop me.
If ever asked about Adam, I will respond with the following, very true statement.
Adam is not what meets the eye. There are things about him that you can read from looking at him, and while they aren't false, they are not Adam. Adam is one of the most understanding people I've met, and always implores those around him to push themselves to be better. I have no idea where I would be if I hadn't met Adam, but it would pale in comparison to where I am now.
Now, I don't want you to think that I am only thankful for Adam as my roommate. Without Brandon this Summer wouldn't have had quite as much life in it. Brandon and everyone else I have met this Summer will continue to affect my life long after we all split and go our own ways. I look forward to that in fact.
The reason for the focus on Adam, is because he really has helped me grow, and it was his superb personality that was the catalyst for my growth. So, thanks Adam! Thanks everyone! My next post should go more into detail about what my Summer has been consisting of, and everyone I've met. So, expect a long post. XD
I'm currently in the middle of writing two other posts, one which has been a work in progress for several weeks now, and one which I started about a week ago. The first one is more of a look at people I'm close to and how I "pray" for them. It'll make sense if I ever post it. XD
The second, and one which is more relevant to this post, is about my Summer. It's me attempting to document my Summer, primarily for my record purposes, and to pinpoint key things this Summer that have shaped me into the better person I am today.
I'm going to take a moment to go post within a post, so just bear with me.
BWOOOOMM!!
I spent my Summer living with two of the greatest people I've ever met, and two people which I would have never believed I'd ever live with. Adam and Brandon might as well be brothers with the way they interact with one another, and it really makes for awesome happenings.
BWOOOOMM!!
I was really worried about living with Adam and Brandon. We had a Facebook group chat going on, and in our conversation Adam asked if we drank. Brandon said yeah, and I responded no. This was the beginning of my worry about my roommates. They then asked if we went out every weekend, and they said yes. I'm pretty sure I stopped responding after that.
BWOOOOMM!!
I almost didn't accept Adam's offer to live with him and Brandon. I turned him down once, and even ignored Brandon's email altogether, but when he sent the second email something clicked in the back of my head. He piqued my interest, and I almost immediately told him I was in. It was a mixture of not wanting to live alone, and not wanting to drive an hour to and from work everyday.
So yeah, if you told me that someone like Adam would have such a huge impact on my life I would have thought you were crazy. Trying to think of how I can best explain it, I find myself speechless. The words in my mind run from my as I try to grasp them.
Here.
Sometimes you meet people who your natural reaction is to block out. Sometimes you meet people who you immediately trust. Adam was the first one. I interacted where needed, and formed a basic enough relationship that I was able to exist nicely. Then, in one sitting, he became that second type of person. I can't explain why, and I don't think I'll ever be able to properly explain why, but I don't really want to.
See, Adam, in many ways, embodies who I want to be. Now, I'm very fine with not being Adam, but he has allowed me to grow in ways that I never though possible. Being around Adam gives me that feeling of being able to conquer anything. There is no task that isn't doable. There's no challenge too hard. There's nothing that can stop me.
If ever asked about Adam, I will respond with the following, very true statement.
Adam is not what meets the eye. There are things about him that you can read from looking at him, and while they aren't false, they are not Adam. Adam is one of the most understanding people I've met, and always implores those around him to push themselves to be better. I have no idea where I would be if I hadn't met Adam, but it would pale in comparison to where I am now.
Now, I don't want you to think that I am only thankful for Adam as my roommate. Without Brandon this Summer wouldn't have had quite as much life in it. Brandon and everyone else I have met this Summer will continue to affect my life long after we all split and go our own ways. I look forward to that in fact.
The reason for the focus on Adam, is because he really has helped me grow, and it was his superb personality that was the catalyst for my growth. So, thanks Adam! Thanks everyone! My next post should go more into detail about what my Summer has been consisting of, and everyone I've met. So, expect a long post. XD
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