can a girl be a romantic?
i've often been told that i live my life like a musical.. mostly because i'm always singing.. and lately always just twirling in the sun.. the wind.. the rain.. why not? i'm a dreamer and i love it. but i'm a romantic and i dont want to hold back when a feeling comes over me. if its beautiful outside i'm going to giggle.. i'm going to laugh outloud.. i'm going to twirl and enjoy life as it comes. in this world i think that everyone worries way too much about how they are percepted. too silly.. too girly.. too serious.. not fun enough. the world is always judging.. so i've decided that i may still care.. but not enough to shut out my want to lie in the grass, giggle and close my eyes in the sun, stare up at the clouds, sing to the music in my head. the world is filled with beauty that we ignore.
how does the saying go? sing like no one can hear you, dance like no one can see you..
its wise words! take them seriously. i laugh alot.. not gunna lie about that! if i can giggle i'm going too! some people may think i can't be serious, and i almost like that.. but if they kno me well enough they know that i care deeply about everyone.. who they are, wat they are feeling, the stresses of life.. i want to kno everything!
But my advice might be changing..
dance because you know people can see you!
sing to the musical in your head, so that you can share the joy your feeling
girls- TWIRL! its awesome how it makes you feel. stop caring about wat people will think when they see you.. and realize that if it makes you giggle.. its worth it!
living in the city.. skip down the street.. smile at the sun.. stop and let your hair be whipped by the wind.
look up! see the beauty of the clouds. God has given us so many things to make us smile! so smile! giggle! be a romantic!
i was in montreal and one day we were out in the country. it was my idea of a perfect day. it was warm, sunny a few clouds and extremely windy. i layed down in a feild and the wind swept over me. i listened to the music of the earth. the grass played a song so beautiful it could make anyone cry. the trees swung into the chorus and everything was so harmonious. the sky moved with perfect grace. the sun was gentle and bold. i was in my bliss.
i twirled in the wind. i picked flowers.. i was in my own beautiful world. it was the perfect day.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
wide open spaces
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