Advice - May 26, 2014

Our lives are quite like that of the butterfly. We go through a metamorphosis and eventually emerge with wings.

We begin at birth as a caterpillar. We are cute, innocent, and dependent on our surroundings. What we take in may very well be a part of what comes out in the end.

Then as we start being independent we form a chrysalis, or cocoon where we change and grow our wings. I like to think that the rest of our lives are spent in the cocoon, where we develop our wings. We expand them with the people we influence in the amount of time we have on earth. We make them beautiful with good deeds, distasteful with the bad. The magnificence is made by our contributions and impact on the world.

I hope my wings turn out big and wonderful, as I hope the rest of your turn out :)

Quote - Return of the Poetry - May 12, 2014

On February 26, 2014 I wrote a post containing a bit of unfinished poetry,
"A new original quote that I wrote a while ago and wanted to document before I forgot . 

"Pure joy writhes through my veins, /
A happiness which cannot be compared, /
as if the gods have infused my limbs with...

Shoot last word is illegible, when it comes back to me I will edit this post with the correct word  

I was considering putting this in a poem at the time so pardon the weird formatting and slashes  

Have a good day everyone, don't forget to smile "

I have remembered what the last word was so now, here is the complete poem, or stanza,


"Pure joy writhes through my veins,
A happiness which cannot be compared,
as if the gods have infused my limbs with grace"

I hope you all enjoyed :)

Have a happy day everyone!