chrisspiess

Keep moving forward;      But do not forget where you have tread. Remember those who have come and gone in life;      But don't dwell on the fact they are no longer there. Don't act as a weapon that harms others;      But act as a shield that defends those you care for. Feel the emotions life offers;      But don't let them cloud your judgment. Walk tall and stand proud;      But don't let your pride prevent you from asking or accepting help. Avoid acting superior to others;      But take pride in your strengths and accomplishments. Avoid judging others, especially those you don't know;      But look with questioning eyes

I've always thought of love as something that one should feel instantaneously when meeting a person... but that's not always the way. Almost always, the first attraction we have towards people is physical, be it looks, or smell, or maybe something else. It has actually been stated (yes yes, it was in an Old Spice commercial, but bear with me!) that smell is what ties us to the most poignant memories we have (I made it sound prettier). As soon as I heard the thing about scent being tied to memory I've always remembered it because it somehow rings true to me; when people die their loved ones often find themselves looking through clothing simply

Life is precious. So very precious. Its short. It trickles like the grains of sand in an hourglass. It looks like so much, so much time, but its so very little. Its blown away in the wind, flows away in the water. Every day, every hour, is just another step towards death. Pain, both fleeting and long, only means you're alive. Happiness, that brief, happy emotion, means you could still find the good in the world. Could still find laughter despite the creeping dark. Love, that elusive, sticky emotion, means you’ve found where you belonged. Maybe, maybe, that you’ve found who you belonged to. Who belonged to you. Anger, that heat

I think everyone understands, or at least can relate to, that period of time when we grow up called puberty. It's an awkward time marked by growth, either excessive confidence or lack thereof, and an increased sense of independence. With this image in mind, we tend to think our spirituality simply grows up with us. We have the spirituality of a teen when we're teenagers. We then gain experience, we grow up a little bit, and when we become more adult we have an adult spirituality to go along with it. But what if I were to suggest to you that it doesn't always work like that? The truth about our bodies is the same as our mind and spirit: our