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Friday, December 31, 2010

Conflict is Never-ending

I just finished playing the game Final Fantasy Dissidia which takes place in a timeless battle of good and evil. The Goddess Cosmos and the God Chaos are trapped in this never-ending cycle to battle. Even if they die, they are reborn again once the damage of the battle scars the world enough to destroy it. The destruction creates the rebirth of the same cycle. I have read stories and seen movies with a similar idea. Good versus Evil and Light versus Darkness are always the main conflict in any popular story. This observation brings an interesting philosophical theory. Once the conflict is gone, there is no purpose. Ironically enough, I read about this in my Mythology class. King Arthur and his Knights become idle once their quests are over. Arthur confides this to Guinevere who tells him that it is not so surprising. Without purpose, the knights have nothing. Cosmos and Chaos must always battle for this same reason, and once one is gone, the other loses all meaning.Even Sailor Moon, when she is given the opportunity to destroy the Galaxy Cauldron and end the rebirth of her ultimate nemesis, decides that the action would be pointless. This is also similar to the reoccurring theme in Kingdom Hearts that light cannot exist without darkness. Because I'm a writer and a thinker, I try to understand what these conflicts mean. You could say that this is a product of the common mythquest, or you could say it is the troupe of yin and yang. I choose to look at this theme in a different approach. Conflict makes us who we are. Every battle whether internal or external teaches us something. I'm not saying that conflict is good or even bad, it is conflict regardless. And conflicts push stories along. Everyone wants to see the ultimate battle where the hero faces the villain and conquers his or her fears. This symbolic battle displays a rite of passage and shows growth in the characters. It's an interesting concept to think about. Does conflict really define good and evil? Is conflict a necessary cycle in order to learn about oneself? Would a hero still be a hero without a nemesis? Maybe I can answer these questions in a story one day.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Enchanted Ivy by Sarah Beth Durst: A book review

"you must find the Ivy Key" (19). This is the ultimate test that Lily must pass in order to be accepted at Princeton University. But she is in for more than a pop quiz! With mentions of magic and her father, Lily is soon thrown into a complex mystery that has very few clues. Should she believe that the magic is real? Or is it a hoax set up by her grandfather's old college friends? To add to the confusion, she seems to be followed by a college boy with orange and black hair who claims to be her guard. She only has a few days to solve this puzzle and the clock is ticking.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It's been awhile since I couldn't put a book down and became immersed in an interesting story. Durst knows what she is doing when it comes to the realm of magic and the real world. With a mystery to keep you guessing and plenty of action and suspense, Enchanted Ivy
is a fresh story in the teen fiction genre. Lily is an interesting teen and her family seems to consist of a mother and a grandfather. With a strong sense of responsibility, Lily takes the challenge and begins to learn more about herself than she would have ever guessed. With a few companions and more enemies than she realizes, Lily must solve the mystery to achieve her dreams.
I give this book five out of five talking statues :) I'll be reading this one again!

Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Light in Darkness

I've been in rut lately. I haven't blogged in a long time and I've been unmotivated to do so. It's interesting how things eventually catch up with you. The main theme in Kingdom Hearts and in several different stories is that even in the deepest darkness you will always find light. For the past year, I have been trying to understand the meaning or significance of hope. Maybe this is the definition. Hope is the light in the darkness. When things look rough or if you're heartbroken and confused, there will always be a way to find what you need. After all, there is no darkness without light and no light without darkness. Each element plays a part in life. So maybe the only way to get out of a rut is to believe you can. Believing is the first step to finding the help you need. I'm still lost, don't get me wrong, but maybe, just maybe I haven't lost hope.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Dark and Light (A song dedicated to Kingdom Hearts)

It helps me through the night
As I wander
The darkest part of
to chase the pain away
I am in wonder
While the time goes by. . .
I continue to try

I will fight
The negativity
As it resides
in the deepest part of me

Down this road between
Night and Day
Dark and Light
I'll chase the hurt away

I draw my blade
And step into the fray
Now there's no going back. . .
Through the heart and husk
From dawn till dusk
I will stay
I will stay

Though the road twists and turns
A fire, in me, burns
To bring me home
Until I find this goal
I'll fight for control
even if I'm alone

It helps me through the night
As I wander
The darkest part of
to chase the pain away
I am in wonder
While the time goes by. . .
I continue to try

I will try
to reach my dreams
no matter how it seems
to be hopeless
I know
I have wings
To get me through the darkest part of day

will get me through the night
As I wander
The darkest part of
There's always a way
to believe

Sunday, December 5, 2010


It starts out small
Then grows through the day
My focus falls apart
I don't know what to say
Confusion kicks in
Mixes with doubt
No matter how hard
I try to push them out
It's a vicious cycle
Painful and lame
I tell myself
Only I'm to blame
Things don't matter anymore
If I buy them from a store
Life seems to lose it's glow
The more difficulty I know
I take a deep breath
Try to take it all in
How did this all start?
How did this begin?
Distraction only works
For a limited time
I feel like a burden
for committing a crime
Why steal light away
From other people's day?
Why complain about something
I deal with again and again
A mid life crisis
This may be
But if it is
What does that say about me?

Friday, December 3, 2010

Foolish Heart

Sometimes a song just says it all. I'm not falling for anyone right now, but I feel my heart has been foolish and wrong so many times. My mom told me to listen to this song one particular difficult night. It makes sense. I'm not afraid of falling for anyone in particular. I'm afraid of falling period. So much has slipped through my hands, how could anything be static?

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Something Blue 12

On "Blue" moments

There are times when things hit you. A past event or a fragile memory creeps into your daily routine and challenges all your knowledge of yourself. I experienced such a moment today after class. There are many sayings that tell you not to think of the past, but sometimes it's hard. Not all memories of the past are sad, but the absence of those times catch up with you after a while. It could be anything. A friend you never see anymore, a relative who has passed on or even a happy moment in a tough time of your life can be remembered. I think every once in a while, these "blue" moments help us realize how much we've changed and how fast time has moved. It all starts with memory. A word, a phrase or an occurrence can spark a time in your life that you remember when you knew less about the world. Sometimes these moments are useful and opportune to reflection of the self. Other times these moments become a curse, reminding us how much we have lost. The paths of life are never clear, however if you're thinking of someone in your life, chances are they think of you too. They might not say so, or act that way, but just as people influence change in you, you influence change in others. During these "blue" moments, maybe it is best to remember what you had and cherish the memory. Perhaps this is the best way to view hard times and to build yourself up for the future.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Essays: A Poem

Essays Essays
Essays Essays
In my hair!
If I see another page
I will go into a rage
I can only count the days
Until I give my grade a raise
As Christmas draws so very near
I know what I want this year
No more essays
No more strain
Essays simply fry my brain!

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Simple Pleasures

Prompt: List 15 simple pleasures. Pick one and write about it.

1.Hot Chocolate
2.The sound of rain
3.Calming music
4.A Disney movie
5.Cat nap
6.A warm fire
7.Glass of Lemonade
8.Ray of sunshine
9.Curling up with a good book
10.Star gazing
12.Bubble Bath
14.Sitting by a pond
15.Listening to a breeze

It begins with a dream, and a small bit of magic. Good music and fun mirror the happiness of childhood. It's always a story about what really matters. The things to be thankful for are learned in an entertaining way. Beautiful artwork and character development add depth to the tale. The people we want to be, and the things we want to achieve are given through a film. Each movie leaves a mark and brings hope to a dark and dreary world. The family stories that help you believe in yourself and others around you. To me, these movies are a simple pleasure. It's a way to believe and still keep your imagination alive. Maybe reality isn't always so rosy. But everyone wants a happy ending and something to believe in.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

The Light

Sometimes dreams can be even more amazing than what you imagined them to be. You'll never know if you don't take the risk to find them. This is kind of the story behind Tangled, and I can relate. I think it's time I started looking for my dreams and believing I'll get there someday. With hard work and belief, dreams can come true.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Writing Prompt Tuesday prompt 8

Prompt: Write about a moment when you and another person (sibling, friend, parent etc) bonded

It was a long time ago, almost further than I care to remember. A boy was causing trouble on the bus, yelling and ignoring the bus driver. I remember how broken he looked, sitting in the third seat from the door. He was angry. You could tell by the dangerous aura about him. His eyes were slanted with rage as he glared at the bus driver who told him to calm down.
"SHUT UP!" he said, almost standing in his seat. "You have no idea what I'm going through. My best friend died today last year."
I listened, a pang forming deep in my chest. Yes I did know. I knew what it felt like to lose someone. To feel so angry that person was gone. I shifted to face him from the seat across the way.
"I know" I said softly. I looked him directly in the eyes and let all my emotions go. Once our eyes met, he stared in astonishment for two seconds and then he slumped his shoulders in defeat. Something passed between us that day. I'm still not sure what it was. Maybe we both could relate to loneliness or frustration. The feeling of knowing you can't do anything to change it. Yet there we were, two completely different situations and still able to find comfort.
I'll never forget that day. Still I think back on what I could have done to prove I knew. Maybe he does know that I understand, or maybe it was my imagination.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Sunday, November 21, 2010


Dreams can be goals
A constant light
Through ups and downs
Within your sight
No matter how rough
The path can be
Dreams light the way
Through adversity
Follow the road
And don't look back
Dreams can be guides
To keep you on track

Saturday, November 20, 2010


Destiny is a funny thing. I'm not sure I believe the entire attitude that everything happens for a reason. This topic has been showing up in a lot of literature we read. King Arthur is destined to be king. Hercules is destined to perform impossible tasks. These troupes go through each and every piece of universally appreciated literature. But what about real life? Can destiny exist in a world of chance? Or is it destiny because you chose to go down a certain path. I'm sure the first step to learning what you are meant to do in the world comes with the belief you do have a destiny. But maybe it doesn't matter whether your destiny is formed for you or you form it yourself. Clearly you control your actions and your actions determine who you are. These actions are a small ingredient to the ultimate self you wish to be. In Jungian terms, the archetypes guide you to go through the process of individuation. This is why people love stories and can relate to characters' struggles and decisions. It's almost a conversation with the self to learn who you are. But Destiny is still a mystery to me. There is this notion of a self-fulfilling prophecy which governs your actions through your state of mind. Does destiny function the same way? For example, if you tell yourself that you can do something you will be able to do it. In the same manner if you tell yourself you can't do something you have set yourself up for failure. These two dilemmas of perspective and actions can cause false expectations or negative views on life. My question is how you get past that. If you want to believe in destiny, how do you go about doing things that prove you have a purpose of an ultimate goal to achieve in life. Maybe believing is the first step. I assume you'd have to do things to reaffirm this belief and also teach yourself lessons along the way. So maybe I agree with Dastan when he tells Tamina, "I believe we make our own destiny princess." leaving things to chance won't cut it for me.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Something Blue 11

The kind and caring Aqua is the driving force of Kingdom Hearts Birth by Sleep. Best friends with Terra and Ventus, her task is to maintain balance between light and dark. She creates the star charms that hold their friendship together and tries her hardest to look at events from a wiser perspective.

A tiny light
Wandering the dark
Hoping for a path
An illuminating spark
Fighting endless battles
Rain against the storm
Driven by a purpose
Giving light its form
While both friends sleep
And the master prays
The wanderer journeys
For countless days
As time flies by
Storm and ocean may reunite
Through sea and sky

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Writing Prompt Tuesday prompt 7

Prompt: a ripple in the water

Sometimes small events can be similar to ripples in the water. One small incident grows into something larger and shapes the fabric of life in a whole new way. In literature, this would be similar to the butterfly effect which takes it's form in many folk and fairy tales. Sometimes the events are ignored, until the wave of events carries you away and you must make a decision to continue the patterns of life. A story can also be a ripple, traveling through as many people as possible and revealing a new way to look at the world. If you believe that big events start larger ones, the ripple isn't a mystery. It usually starts with something different intruding the water and changing its shape. Ideas can be ripples when they are shared with the world in many different ways. Dreams can also cause this event to happen within the archetypal world. Music can ripple thoughts and emotions through the many effects of instruments and lyrics. You can compare many events to ripples in the water. One small thing can cause a larger effect and change your perspective on the philosophy of life.

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Dangers of steping outside the dorm

Warning you may have to deal with the following when stepping out of the dorm:
Blinding, white snow
Ice in winter
Nature's Wrath: in the form of wind
Flying objects: Usually a frisbee
People in a hurry to class: caution they usually run into you
Tests and Essays : Enough said
Very loud noises
Skate boarders
Speeding college kids in the parking lot

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Warning: Esssays cause insanity

Three days ago a research project started in the Universities around the world. Random visits showed that nine out of ten students go crazy during essay and exam weeks. Some students we interviewed were only able to babble or give blank stares when we asked them how they were feeling during this time. One particular student showed us her stash of "emergency" chocolates while another student introduced us to video games. The important trips to the library were silent observations on students hard at work. A few anonymous conversations were heard about teachers, "Waiting until the last minute to schedule their end of semester essays." A few students were able to speak and told us that three or four essays were all due on the same day. This is a mind boggling experiment and led us to realize students under pressure act like caged animals in a zoo. Going through the hallways of the dorms, we heard loud shouts and party music, while in the class building we heard students complain about how they have no life. Another stressful topic is the bibliography, done in several different ways. The different formats of essays caused confusion in every classroom we observed. As the research trip drew to a close, we asked the students what they would do when their essays were done. Some said they would "party like there was no tomorrow" while others said they would "take a mini vacation". It is official, essays cause stress for students. If you are writing an essay and become stressed out, here are some side effects to look out for:

Constant Babbling (with actual or made up words)
Ripping or tearing of paper (This is seen in more aggressive students)
A constant diet of chocolates or sweets (As long as you go to the gym this isn't an issue)
Movie marathons (With or without commentary)
Long discussions of essay topics (usually performed with frantic behavior)
Walking like a zombie (If this is the case make sure you walk by a teacher)
Anxiety of due dates (This is the most common side effect)
Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (from writing or typing)
Headaches (From too much focus on computer screens)

From the Student Sanity Society: Good Luck and stay sane!


Family will follow you
Wherever you go
The memories you treasure
The people you know
What really matters
Is how much you know
The people around you
Help you to grow
Whether friend or relative
Teacher or pet
A family is something
You'll never forget
The lessons you learn
The times you will share
Timeless entries
And endless care
When times get tough
Or life seems a chore
The support they give
Matters more and more
Treasure your life
Value your path
Each moment is a lesson
Whether you cry or laugh

This is dedicated to my growing family and friends. Without you, I would never survive.

Book Review: The Two Princesses of Bamarre

Sometimes the bravest heroes come from the shyest people. Addie learn this lesson when her sister falls sick with The Gray Death, a terrible sickness started by a dragon and with no known cure. All her life she dwelt in her sister Meryl's shadow. But, once her sister catches the Gary Death, Addie finds the courage to attempt a quest for her sister's sake. Along the way she recites the Epics of Drualt, the only hero to survive a dragon battle and takes all the risks she never would have dreamed she could handle. Being friends with a wizard is a plus, but the dangers of spectors, dragons, gryphons and spiders block her path to find the cure. I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It was done in the similar style to Ella Enchanted, yet the story was much more serious and the main character struggled with being timid versus being courageous. Addie takes on the myth quest and individuates herself through the love of her family and her determination to be the best sister she can be. The ending is little surprising, and the message is deeper than I expected. All in all I give this book four out of five epic Drualt tales. A great read to escape reality and dive into personality.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Something Blue 11

I have to admit that Dory's way of life is pretty simple.
She takes risks, and goes from moment to moment without looking back.
This has to do with her short term memory loss, but also her positive outlook on life.
Marlin learned about life with Dory's help.
Maybe one day I can learn that way of life too.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Writing Prompt Tuesday prompt 6

Prompt: Write about the biggest lie you've ever told.

I told myself for years that I didn't have emotions. Constantly using logic, I tried to cope with life by becoming as close to a robot as I can. It worked for awhile, I had the entire act of going to school and acting stoic under my belt. But after awhile, the emotions came back. They started right before I went to bed, and I couldn't sleep for hours before becoming exhausted. It's not a pretty story, but there it is. I know now that being a robot doesn't solve anything, it just causes emotions to build up inside yourself. Eventually you can't handle them anymore and you have to do something to channel them out. Being human is being logical and emotional, no matter how much you wish otherwise. To this day, it is easier for me to look at things logically, and I still have this fear of emotional issues. But, now I acknowledge my emotions on certain things, and I'm still trying to find that balance between logic and emotion.

Monday, November 8, 2010


I used to know a friend who said they hated the word faith. According to them, faith was blind and unrealistic in many situations. Of course by giving my definition of faith, you may recognize it as hope instead of faith. I believe you need to know some of what you believe in. You may not know the majority of the subject, however the emotion of faith is not something that stands alone. To have faith, you must have trust. These words go hand in hand and never seem too far from each other. Hope is another common element that accompanies faith and trust. Anyway, faith to me is not just walking blindly into some situation. You know one thing for sure, yourself. Once you know that, no situation can be handled blindly. All you can do at that point is your best. Faith in yourself is a little different from having faith in someone else. It involves a certain persona which you learn to respect. In order to have faith in yourself, you have to believe you can handle certain situations. You need to know your tools and understand your strengths along with your weaknesses. So having faith in yourself isn't a blind emotion. Having faith in someone else, of course, is an entirely different story. One, you don't know this person like you know yourself. Two, you only know the strengths and weaknesses they tell you. Three, you have to trust them (a completely different emotion). That's two types of faith that I've defined in my own terms, but the faith I really want to discuss is faith in life. Now this is not the religious kind, it is made of a completely different idea. It doesn't really involve trust either, that's more of an opinion of a person. (Can you trust life? Will life help you?) Faith in life, to me is a lot like hope. Hope is what you have when nothing else is left. After all you've tried and all you've failed, hope is the only continuous emotion to get you through the day. But faith in life comes with hope. Hope and faith in life are a package deal. You must hope that life will be better in order to have faith that things will change. You must be an observer of your own definition of life before you can truly have faith in it. This is difficult to do. Life is complicated and confusing. Most of life is taken for granted and many happy moments never last long enough. So having faith in life, is similar to having faith in the unknown, but you still have an idea of what life is like. You know that life is not easy. But faith in life requires a little perspective. So, Faith in life is an important element to survival. Sometimes you have to believe that things will take their course. Good or Bad

Saturday, November 6, 2010


Maybe it's that numb feeling
The calm before a storm
The thoughts of hope
ways to cope
Broken things
Hearts and Strings
Chaos and Strife
The pattern of life
Can it be peaceful?
Can it be beautiful?
Reality or Fantasy?
The cuts that run deep
The loss of sleep
The confusion of identity
The strange pattern of irony
Laughter to tears
Hope to fears
The wish that it won't be
A curse to live with me

Friday, November 5, 2010

Survival in College 101 stress relievers

1. Chocolate (This is a given)
2. Music (always a great way to relax while writing papers)
3. Fish (Believe it or not watching fish is very relaxing -proven in hospitals)
4. Exercise (Whether it's the daily workout or a stroll around campus)
5. For writers a journal will help emotional breakdowns (or a blog ;)
6. Make a list of favorite movies and watch them when you can
7. Literally Meditate (breathe or hum)
8. Dance (whether it's around your room or in a class)
9. A happy token (something that makes you smile on a key-chain or in your pocket)
10. Walkabout moments (go to a place all your own and relax)
11. Naps (not just for Kindergarten)
12. List three good things about your day (I did this on the blog for awhile)
13. Take things one at a time (too many events are overwhelming)
14. Make a schedule (if you have to)
15. crafts (creating things helps :)
16. don't beat yourself up about whatever it is (instead do something about it)
17. Take things as lessons instead of curses
18. Screaming in a pillow has been proven to help
19. Play with pets (They can sense emotions- especially dogs and cats)
20. Do at least one thing for yourself - a candy bar or even a trip to the movies
21. Sometimes you have to ignore things

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Silly Fish

Ven Pendragon watched as ShivaBelle swam back in forth in her tank. He couldn't understand why she went under the chinese style bridge, swam all the way under and popped out of the seaweed by her bubble tower. He looked at his own bridge, a sturdy medieval structure with pine trees on either side. While ShivaBelle was a one of a kind, hyper Betta , Ven was a unique blue eyed and golden scaled Betta. He enjoyed hovering above the surface and popping the water bubbles as they came from his filter. He knew that swimming around the tank was fun, but his idea of a good swim took place from the Greek ruins to the top of the Arthurian bridge. (He was named Pendragon for a reason.) From time to time he stopped his pattern to watch Shiva as she squirmed under the entire pile of tank gems. He had decided to go under his bridge once, but only once. He could only imagine why Shiva enjoyed doing the same thing over and over. But this wasn't the only thing she did. Ven had also seen her race her reflection and follow the lotus on the surface of the tank. He decided his time was best spent relaxing by the ruins or observing Shiva by the rubies. Shiva noticed every once and a while, but most of her time was spent in a constant swim, no matter how simple or energetic. So the days would go by with Ven watching Shiva swim back and forth and only stop every once in a while to take a break by the lotus flower. He did his own route from the ruins to the bridge, and took breaks behind the pine trees. There was never a dull day with silly fish.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Writing Prompt Tuesday prompt 5

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Imagine that you're sitting against a tree. A storyteller is sitting on the other side of the tree. On a piece of paper, list five stories you would like to hear. Choose one of the ideas, and write down what the storyteller says.

The old man sat with dignity, as though he knew more stories than I could ever imagine. I visited this story teller many times to learn the ways of life and magic. A small autumn breeze brushed by his storybook, a bright blue volume created from leather and paper. He was also a writer, and wisdom twinkled in his gray eyes. he seemed to be out of a story book himself. A long velvet green robe engulfed him, while a chain held a simple crescent moon around his neck. The cane he always possessed was leaning against the tree with me, a favorite apple tree, now dotted with golden leaves which fell when the wind rustled the branches. My cat Selene purred in my lap as I waited for the next life lesson.
"Stories," He always said, "Teach us the internal world of the mind and heart. They reveal who you are through agents of magic."
Today, with a calming breeze and the only sound a soft shuffle of leaves, he gave me a look that said listen, don't talk. It was a bad habit of mine, asking questions during a story, but I was learning quickly that the story would stop if I asked too many.
"Now Diana, you must be quiet during this tale. It is about many things, but you will miss them if you get too distracted."
"Yes sir", I replied.
"Then, let's begin. In the land of Vita, there were four courts. The court of summer, the court of fall, the court of winter and the court of spring. Each court was ruled by a fay king and queen, and each fay royal was responsible for the season. This tradition was passed from generation to generation, and the responsibility fell to each fay royal's children to follow the cycle of the year.
Unbeknownst to the inhabitants of Vito, there was another land called Somnium which lay across the ocean named Noctis. Somnium was often a chaotic place and only had two courts on its land, the court of dark and the court of light. Each owning a separate shore, neither land came in contact with each other. For a long time the world of Vita was believed to be the only realm. But, one day at the coronation of a new Winter King and Queen, the Winter Prince left the land of Vito and found the land of Somnium. Bataar was never one to fit in to his race. While fay danced, sung and prepared for the seasons, Bataar dreamed of becoming much more. He always watched the tide and wished to understand the winter lights that graced the sky. He was a curious soul, and his parents grew tired of his constant adventures which ocurred during his seasonal classes. After his parents were crowned, Bataar decided he wouldn't be the best Winter King, so he set off to find out what else the world would offer. He left the Winter country and traveled to Spring. There, he met Giliana, the princess of the Spring court. She wondered why he didn't accept his role as Winter prince and asked him to stay with her for awhile. Bataar knew that staying with Giliana would be fun, and he did stay for longer than he could remember. Eventually, something pulled him toward the land of Summer. This time he met a boy named Junius. Junius was the prince of Summer and taught Bataar about the importance of responsibility. Although Bataar understood what Junius told him, he still couldn't be convinced to stay and fulfill his role to be the Winter King. He journeyed to the country of Autumn where he met the wise queen Satomi, who taught him about patience. While Bataar experienced many things, he was not satisfied with all he learned. So he found a boat and crossed the ocean Noctis. As he passed on the water he noticed the sky became dark. Once he crossed the ocean, he came to the court of darkness and was captured by Tatianus, the king of darkness. Frightened for a while, Bataar stayed within Tatianus's kingdom not willing to leave the palace and learn about the outside world. Then, he was visited by Valour a knight in the kingdom of Tatianus. He told Bataar he was leaving and the real kingdom he came from was ruled by King Baldur and Queen Esperanza. Bataar agreed to go with him and both escaped the kingdom of darkness. As they left the kingdom, the sky lightened until both wanderers stopped at the small town of Aurora. Bataar explained that he was the Winter Prince and he was expected to become the next Winter King but he didn't feel he could fill the role. Valour told him that once he reached the kingdom of light, he would find the answer to all his questions. They arrived the next day and Bataar found the king and queen were expecting him.
"Welcome" Esperanza smiled, "We knew you were lost and invite you to the kingdom of light."
Bataar thanked them and began to learn about the wonders of the world. He learned of the winter lights and discovered knowledge and strength. He fell in love with the princess Estel. But after a long while, he began to feel homesick. Bataar knew he couldn't run forever, so he bid the king and queen farewell. Estel didn't want him to leave without her, so the king and queen told Estel she could live with Bataar as long as she visited them often. Estel agreed, and Bataar brought back the day. Once day arrived, Estel went to visit her parents, creating night. So Bataar found who he was and became the Winter King while Estel became the Winter Queen."
I listened to the entire story in silence, and realized the storyteller was done.
"So what's the story about young Diana?"
I scrunched up my forehead and thought for a while. "It's about a lot of things, like you said. Though I don't understand why he went back and became the Winter King."
"The only way to understand that, is to experience it my child."
He motioned for his cane and smiled a wise smile. The story was over.

Monday, November 1, 2010


Sometimes the only way to answer a question is to figure out who you are. This can be done in a variety of ways from taking a walk to going to China. All of these trips achieve the same thing, discovering who you are and what you want in life. I'm going to go on my own Walkabout for awhile. We'll see how this goes. It's hard to face yourself when you've been running away, afraid what you might find. But, then there's that age old saying, You can't run forever. That's true. All though if you run too long you become exhausted and don't know what to do with your self. I don't know what my walkabout will be, but I hope I can find it and learn from it. I suppose this is what the myth quest is for, but you can't always work things out with your sub-conscience. Sometimes you have to face the thing you fear and confront the self you're running from. Lessons about life are never easy. They can be the most difficult feat you will ever face, but you still have to face it. Hopefully my walkabout will answer these two important questions:
Who am I?
What do I want?

Sunday, October 31, 2010

A Halloween Tale

Once there was a hobbit, alien and curious girl. They traveled in a carriage to attend a feast in the land of Den. The friends set out and sang Halloween songs until they arrived at a small shop to buy elevensees for the feast. Once they got to the feast, they played a game of ping pong while the hobbit happily filled her flaggon with ale. Not too long, the alien got a message from a pumpkin pixie to join them at a Halloween bash. The three friends said their farewells and left in a dash. They arrived to find the pumpkin pixie with her husband, a dude, and her sister the blue flower fairy. They arrived at the bash and visited the bunch until the alien realized she left her proof of living on the planet paper. So they set out again to buy provisions of their own. A few good drinks and a bunch of cakes made for a party and added to the fun. They went to the alien's spaceship to finish their journey. Then they watched a play about three witches in a hurry. All in all the night was a blast. They had no idea time could go so fast.

Friday, October 29, 2010

How to be Alice Kingsley

Wear a beautiful baby blue dress
No corset (They are like codfish after all)
Stockings are optional (unless you're against them)
Claim to see a white rabbit in a waistcoat
Curl your hair (But it wont stay up in pins for long)
Appear very "distracted" by using your imagination
Wonder about things
Don't be like Aunt Imogene
Have nightmares about a dodo bird and blue caterpillar
Visit a place called Wonderland (or Underland)
Obtain your "muchness"
Go by the name of Um
Make sure you're the right Alice
Follow your destined path or make your own
Believe as much as six impossible things before breakfast
Befriend a Mad Hatter
Speak with Absolem
Become a champion
Obtain the Vorpal Sword
Face the Bandersnatch
Talk with a cat that can smile
Slay the Jabberwocky
Eat Upelkuchen and drink Pishalver
Explain events as "Curiouser and Curiouser"
Shrink and grow until you find the right size
Discover who you are
Claim to love rabbits "especially white ones"
Dance the Futterwacken
Board a ship called "Wonder"
Transform to "Alice"

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Something Blue 10

Eyes can be blue. . .
Like sea and sky
Reflecting memories
Blinking with a sigh
Cerulean and Marine
Royal and shy
Clear and bright
Steadfast and light
It can stand
for water and ice
viewing sky from land
Bright and nice
It can be a riddle
Stained glass eyes
A mystery that has
multiple tries
If shown with a tear
Widened by fear
Mirror of ocean
Ruler of year
Whether it is
Celestial or wise
It is a gift
To have blue eyes

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Writing Prompt Tuesday prompt 4

Prompt: It was Erica Jong who said " If you don't risk anything, you risk more." Write about what this means to you.

Ironic. In class today we discussed the meaning of Medusa's stare. Of course any mythological fan knows that her stare turns you to stone, an instant death. She is also feared among many Greek heroes (Perseus in particular). First we came up with the phrase "Petrified with fear". And idleness or not taking action is death. So we concluded this thought with the perspective that not acting is pretty much the opposite of being alive. The Jong quote above says something like this. By not acting or risking anything, you lose the process of trial and error or trial and success. This is how humans learn, through experience. Without this experience, we could not define who we are or how to live. So, in other words if you never take a risk, you risk your own personal growth. Of course I am no expert in learning from experience. In fact, I missed an opportunity to move forward today by not acting the way I wished to. Instead of deciding to say something, I held back and in turn regretted that decision. I've also come up with my own mantra. "You usually only regret things you don't do." So, this is my new phrase and I've missed a lot of life due to the fact I didn't realize this sooner. Life is about taking risks. If you don't take those risks, you are stuck in your own prison and have no one to blame but yourself. By stepping out of this prison, you risk the unknown, but is it always great to stick with a pattern of what you know? I would say not. A comfort zone is actually an illusion when you aren't satisfied with your own life pattern. Routines can be poison if you are stuck in a rut or used to thinking negatively. This is why Jong's quote makes a lot of sense. I'm willing to say that if you don't risk anything, you've risked everything. You lose a life lesson and you don't gain any knowledge about yourself or the world until you decide to break from your pattern. But the only way to break from this pattern is to realize you are not happy or satisfied with your routine. Only you can motivate yourself to escape your tower and experience life.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Book review: The Lost Hero (spoiler free)

Last year, I became a huge fan of the Percy Jackson series. This is not only because I'm a fan of Greek Mythology, but also because I loved the elements of fun tied in to an epic tale. It was the perfect escape from tests, homework and any kind of stress that you can imagine. So, naturally I have all the books, seen the movie and own a movie Tshirt. I also own The Red Pyramid, because I enjoy Egyptian Mythology. I had to get the next book when it came out.
This book goes on a different path than the Percy Jackson series. It is told in third person and follows three main characters. The first character, Jason (no doubt a familiar name to Greek Mythology fans) begins the story with no memory of the past. He is accompanied by Piper, a half Cherokee girl claiming to be his girlfriend, and Leo a spirited, brown haired trouble maker who claims to be his best friend. Together these three go on a journey filled with suspense. This story will test your knowledge of mythology in general and takes more of a serious turn than Percy. I still found this book to be enjoyable and exciting. It's more of an epic than a satire. Still I give The Lost Hero four out of five bronze dragons. I practically couldn't put it down!

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Life as I Know it

So my mom and I watched this movie called Life as We Know It. It was probably the best chick flick I've seen this year. It's not the typical formula. It's about something greater and more complicated than a romance, how to deal with life. So normally when I watch a chick flick, I get this "yeah right" feeling by the end of the film. It's usually the part where the guy rushes in or the girl follows him to wherever he goes and confesses. Well the end of this movie was actually believable. This movie was about making a home, creating a family and coping with hard times. It wasn't boy meets girl, boy and girl like each other and one obstacle stands in the way. It was something far more realistic and powerful. In this one, it's boy and girl lose their best friends and are left wondering why their friends chose them of all people to raise their child in case they died. It's a giant struggle. Everything changes and so much goes haywire both of them practically go insane. I have to admit, this is the life I'm used to. This is the life I believe. There isn't just one obstacle. There are many. But somewhere down the line, you work it out and you learn about yourself. It wasn't about what boy and girl wanted. It was about what boy, girl and baby needed. That says something. Sometimes we get so caught up in what we want that we forget what we actually need in life. I'm afraid I've realized this about myself. Life is obviously a struggle, but it doesn't have to be faced alone. That was the message in this movie, and that's something I may actually believe in.


Never has a song said so much with so little words. . .
My dad tells me to listen to this song. Now I know what he means.

Lyrics: (Originally by the Eagles)

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
And I know that you've got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, that some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
Well you're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you,
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late
It's too late

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Batty Butter Cookies

Fangs are required for baking
This activity must be accompanied with The Little Vampire movie
Chocolate Sprinkles
Bat cookie cutter
1 cup of sugar
3 and 1/2 cups of flour
1 teaspoon of Baking powder
1 egg
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
1 and 1/2 cup of butter
Microwavable chocolate glaze
Vanilla icing (for fangs)
Bake for 11 minutes
Other ingredients include:
Goofy vampire jokes
Tomato juice
Wine glasses
Absolutely no Garlic is allowed
Crosses, wooden stakes and Holy Water are not welcomed
This baking must only be done at night (sunlight isn't pleasant)
Twilight movies are optional
Dracula is preferred
It is wise not to invite vampire hunters

Friday, October 22, 2010

The Tale of Arthur Penfish and Guinefish

(This was an idea of Mom's and contributions by me and my obsession with Merlin and my Middle English class)

Hear ye, Hear ye!
I'll tell you a tale
A tale of magic
But it's not Finnish
The tale of Arthur and Guinefish
It begins in the kingdom
Of Swimalot
Where Merlin the dog
Threw in his lot
To protect the kingdom from Morgana-cat
Who took a spot by the tank
There she sat
By Lancecat who
watched a fish swim by
She was blue as the sea
And predictable as the sky
From his tank
The bold Arthur Penfish
Swam by his castle
With just one wish
To act with fishy chivalry
As Merlin the dog
Kept the cats from the sea
In a small town tank
Guinefish swam on
Swishing and diving
From dusk till dawn
When she caught the eye
of the Fishy King
Who wanted to take her
Under his wing
He wanted more
Than an aquatic fling
But knights must prove
Their love through worth
An oath they swore
From egg to fish
To protect his love
From the cat's dish
He puffed up his gills
With a mighty threat
But Morgana-cat wasn't done just yet
Lancecat strutted
And sat by the town
If a fish could
Arthur would frown
But Merlin the dog
Came in with a growl
The cats were on
A dangerous prowl
As Guinefish swam
Without any care
Arthur tried
To show he was there
He swam by the tank
With all his might
If only he could
Catch his lady love's sight
But the lady was busy
With Lancecat's gaze
Her fishy eyes
Were quite in a daze
But Merlin the dog
Both loyal and true
Starting chasing the cats
He knew what to do
For soon the owner of the pets
Lord Uther came in
He stared down at them
and stroked his chin
"I banish you cats"
He said with a glare
"For such treacherous behavior"
Thunder filled the air
The cats hissed with anger
As Merlin stood proud
He was the favorite
Of the fishy crowd
Guinefish danced
While Arthur bubbled
Now Swimalot
Would not be troubled
And so it was and came to be
The kingdom of fish and chivalry

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Survival Guide to college step 1

How to survive two essays in one day:
1. Eat chocolate (you may notice this as a common theme in my survival guides)
2. Sunshine!! (how else will you stay awake?)
3. Give yourself a goal (ex: I will have a cookie after I type a page)
4. Try to stay positive (colorful words are not beneficial in essays)
5. Stretch ( believe it or not, this helps you stay focused)
6. Take a break (make sure your break is a reasonable amount of time)
7. Don't forget meals (Lunch is a good excuse for a break)
8. Reward your self when you're finished (ex: I played 3 hrs of Kingdom Hearts afterwards)
9. Reread the instructions (Just in case you forgot anything)
10. If a nap is needed go for it!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Mood Music

I love this song! And this movie has an amazing story.

Writing Prompt Tuesday prompt 3

Prompt: Take a cliche from a list of cliches you know and start a poem.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
A glass bottle
Shattered in the snow
The sun reflects its surface
Ugly or Beautiful?
The rain falls on a sad day
Creating ripples on a pond
to chase the pain away
A butterfly lands
on a delicate rose
Do you see it?
While writing prose
The thoughts that you ponder
The sayings you hear
The very tiny details
Year after year
A cage or a garden?
Only you can decide
whether the beauty
or ugliness will hide

Monday, October 18, 2010

3 things I really want and can achieve

So here's a new idea.I'm going to post three things I actually want and go achieve them. This won't be easy since I'm painfully shy and scared of life. Ok, here we go:
1. Talk to a cute guy (this will probably be the toughest)
2. Sing in public (surprisingly this might be easier)
3. Write more of my Starlight story

Wish me luck!!!

Sunday, October 17, 2010


Where are you?
Where am I?
I can't figure this out
No matter how hard I try
What happened back then?
What's happening now?
I always have to say
I'll get through this
It's strange and bizarre
It left a scar
Now I must heal
Now I must deal
Wishes and dreams
Hopes and fairy tales
It's hard to understand
When it feels like car sales
What else can I do
Should I forget you?
Do you exist?
Must I resist?
How do I believe
When I feel
I can't achieve?
This whisper of doubt
Comes and goes
It could be a weed
It could be a rose
So many things
I try to get by
This poem
Could be anything
Or it could be a lie
Whether it's real
How can I trust
The emotions I feel?

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Little Wonders

You know it's a good day when the sun is shining and you have your family around you, cheering for the football team. The sun shines on their helmets as their shadows grow longer on the green field. It's one of those moments where everything is right and you want to sit back and let the occasion last forever. For me, it's the ultimate goal of the day to see everyone happy around you. During those moments you feel like you've done something right by bringing people together just to have fun. What really matters in life are these small moments where you don't feel stressed or confused. You feel like you are a part of the calm and happy feeling that swells all around you. I picture myself watching this moment as if I've never seen it before. It's a bright light on a cloudy day. The small joys of a few minutes or even 20 seconds seem to be the best times. These are the memories you want to look back on and reflect how peaceful they are, even if you're shouting or screaming for your foot ball team, or laughing loudly at a great joke. The sound of these memories are what life is all about. I'm sure you already knew this, but I felt it was appropriate to write about them just the same. Yes there are bad times, but there are also moments like this. Both have their times and both have their lessons. These are the moments you should reflect on when times get tough. Because, even though they are small, the calm and happy emotion is so special that it's always worth it. Now, maybe you don't know what I'm talking about, and maybe this sounds like a typical moment to you. There's nothing wrong with that. Everyone's moments are different and whether you acknowledge them or not, they stick with you. What matters is that you've turned nothing into something. That accomplishment is worth a thousand sad or angry moments and that one sweet breath of fresh air before the climb is more powerful than a single unhappy second.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Cybelle the warrior (Something Blue 8)

It was All Hollow End in Undercity. Cybelle had just completed a quest with the inn keeper in the Ruins of Lordaeron and earned a pirate costume. She changed her hair to a light sea green and added a few markings by her eyes. Her cold, blue skin paled in contrast to glowing yellow eyes and dark blue lips.On this day, it was easy to be an undead. The daily hunt for Duskbats had given her plenty of leather to sell for her trade. While looking for areas to mine, she came across the village of Brill and heard the voice of the Headless Huntsman as the houses in the village burst into flames. Sighing she couldn't help but think, "Oh look, another house that bursts into flame. Why is it you never see the Headless Huntsman but you can clearly smell and see the flames of his destruction. After saving the village, she decided to fly to the Barrens. After hopping on a Zeppellin, she found a Chimera keeper and flew through the Crossroads to Ratchet and decided to enjoy the flight on her way to Stranglethorn. Sometimes flying was the only break a warrior could get on a holiday.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

How to survive Mideterm week

1. Buy chocolate, (Lots of it)
2. Try not to panic (repeat the mantra- it's only a test)
3. Focus on one class at a time (arrange a time to study for each class)
4. Take notes while you read (Sometimes you can't remember everything)
5. Take breaks in between study sessions (video games and movie s are optional)
6. Get plenty of rest (3 hours may not cut it)
7. Wear your favorite outfit (This boosts your confidence)
8. Organize your study area( Clutter can be distracting)
9. Do crafts or activities in your spare time (distract your mind from panic)
10. Try to chill (this is the hardest one for me)

Good Luck :)

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The path

It can be shadowed or sunny
Gloomy or Nice
A glass half full
Or empty with ice
These thoughts will matter
Wherever you go
You decide how you feel
Based on what you know
Your road is before you
What path will you take?
Positive or Negative?
Blessing or mistake?
Things matter most
When you look with your heart
You can turn a perilous journey
Into a beautiful work of art

Picture taken by my Mom

Sunday, October 10, 2010


Because "Everyone could use a little beauty in their life" Kyle from Beastly

Just some thoughts. . .

It's hard to admit that you can only do what you can. It's even harder to admit that when you look back, you realize you didn't try as hard as you should have. It's like this hike you said you would do for weeks. You don't only pack the good stuff to keep you going, you pack the junk food, the negative thoughts, and the painful memories. You may not even prepare for the storms or get enough experience to do this hike, yet you trudge on regardless of all these things. You know what drives you forward, but it always seems that you are going back, never reaching that rest stop atop the hill and always seeming to start right back at the bottom again. Interpret this how you will, but this is about life. Challenges and Obstacles bar your path, keeping you from reaching that goal, to get to the top and look at all you've accomplished. You stare at this situation and analyze it for weeks, months, years to see if you can find the way to reach the top. This same pattern follows you and sticks in different situations, but they all lead to the negative perspective.
During your darkest days and your stormiest nights you sit there and tell yourself, "I'm never going to make it."
But on your brightest days and clear starry nights you smile and say, "I can do this. I can reach that goal."
Is life always on this unbalanced scale? Is there always a completely negative and a completely positive perspective? What about a middle ground? Would it work to say, "What happens will happen." or "That is that." Or maybe you could say, "That's life".
is it wrong to put the blame on yourself? Is it wrong to worry? Is it wrong to refuse to take the blame? Is it wrong to try and fail to help every single solitary time you want to make a difference? As you hike up this mountain and start to unpack the junk food (maybe you eat it or maybe you throw it away) Does the hike become easier?
There could be a violent storm with harsh winds and heavy rain. You'd need a tent wouldn't you? A small safe place from the world outside. A small bit of order to chaos. A tiny glimpse of hope. Could that hope be anything? Could it be something from the outside world or the inside world? Is this really something you "pull up your boot straps and deal with?"
So you start to put up this tent, and at first it looks good, and you feel safe. Then the tent becomes a prison, and you'd rather be in the storm of reality than the calm of fantasy. You'd rather do something, anything but pretend it doesn't exist or simply refuse to call it life. Before you ask, no there is no elevator and no ski lift to take you to the top. You MUST walk or run, but keep in mind that running only goes so long before you tire out. And you only have a certain amount of provisions in your backpack. So how do you get to the top?
Some would say positive thinking. Okay, sure so let's see I'm in a storm. . . in a tent. . . I can't stand the tent. . . I feel like I'm not moving. . . but at least it's not a hurricane.
Some would say that you deal with it. Okay so living in the present. . . trying to do things. . . isn't dealing with it?
Maybe the key is to accept it. Maybe you have to tell yourself, "I got myself in this mess,and I can get myself out of it."
You already know this won't be easy, but let's be honest. There are days where you just want it to be easy. You just want to stand in a valley on a beautiful clear day, but instead you're hiking a mountain and slipping, stumbling back down a few miles every time you walk a few. There are days where you search for that middle ground, the order in the chaos. Because you're exhausted and want to take a nap. The question is should you take a nap when you could be walking a little further? Should you rest or push on? How long can you live in a fantasy before it destroys you? The tent (wall) and the mountain are now your obstacles to face. You must find the courage and you must believe you can conquer these feats. . . somehow.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Secretariat; The Movie and the True Story

My parents and I went to go see the movie Secretariat tonight. This movie is based off the incredible true story of the race horse Secretariat who won the Belmont Stakes by 31 lengths and set two records still standing today. My parents remember when Secretariat was all over the news and surprising the country with his speed. He won the Kentucky Derby with a time of 1:59 and he won the Belmont Stakes with a time of 2:24. The horse had personality. He always started the race dead last and moved his way to the front of the line. Only in the Belmont Stakes did he charge forward and stay in the front during most of the race. The movie did a great job balancing the home life and racing life of Penny Chenery and her struggle to keep the family farm she grew up in. Although I'm sure some of the movie was dramatized for effect or given more entertaining details, I was still impressed by the excitement of horse racing and the spirit of Chenery's character. It's truly an inspiring story that will be recorded in history as long as time lasts.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Toothless goes after something blue

The Tank was quiet. ShivaBelle swam through the water, waiting for her reflection to start the race. Right when the sun shone on the left side of the tank, she'd start to swim to each side of the tank. She stopped when she heard a small plunk on top of her fish tank. Something was up there. She swam to the left. She swam to the right. Suddenly, the bubbles started. Something was going on. The bubbles pushed the waterlily as she peeked around the corner. A small black wing appeared from the corner of her eye. Strange. She went next to the bubbles on top of the tank and saw a giant black dragon with bright yellow eyes. One claw was placed gently on top of the tank while the other gave him balance from the shelf next to the tank. ShivaBelle stared for awhile, but too soon her reflection started the race and she was at it again. Besides, she wasn't afraid of the dragon, he only stared with a slight smile and stayed in the same position all day.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Just a happy thought ^_^

I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a hero's welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be

I'll be there someday
I can go the distance
I will find my way
If I can be strong
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I'll be right where I belong

Down an unknown road
To embrace my fate
Though the road may wander
It will lead me to you
And a thousand years
Would be worth the wait
It may take a lifetime
But somehow I'll see it through

And I won't look back
I can go the distance
And I'll stay on track
No I won't accept defeat
It's an uphill slope
But I won't lose hope
Till I go the distance
And my journey is complete

But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart

Like a shooting star
I can go the distance
I will search the world
I will face its harms
I don't care how far
I can go the distance
Till I find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...

I will search the world
I will face its harms
Till I find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...

Digging A Little Deeper

I have a dream to be an Author. This dream has been with me since I was little. I have a lot of work to do before this dream comes true, but I will work hard to achieve this goal. Another thing I will work on is tearing down the wall I've built for a long time. These are the two things that I will focus on. The other stuff will come later. This includes being more comfortable in social situations and eventually having a boyfriend. If I continue to "dig a little deeper" than I will eventually find who I am. This fact helps me "keep moving forward" everyday. By working inward, I will eventually solve the problem outward. This is really about having a plan to take a step a day at a time and to avoid thinking negatively. Soul searching, positive thinking and little goals will get me where I want to be. So for now I will "Dig A Little Deeper" everyday and eventually I will discover what I need and continue to move forward.