My Life, A Cocktail

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People always prioritize people. They draw a border between the prioritized and the others. And then they distribute powers among the important ones. Some are given the power to make you happy. Some are given the power to hurt. Some are given the power to bring about fear. Some are given a little of everything. It is the peoples’ job to utilize their powers.

It had been a while we had wanted to go. We finally decided it was going to be this weekend, which was also the fee free weekend in most national parks. I was up as soon as the alarm sounded at 5am. It’s amazing, on normal working days, it takes a series of alarms spaced at 15 minute intervals to get me going. The giant sequoias beckoned. We packed a small backpack with the basic necessities, a towel, caps, water, gatorade and sunscreen. We took the longer but “scenic” CA-198 route to the sequoias, ignoring the several annoying attempts of the GPS to lead us onto CA-180. It was almost noon when we finally arrived at our first stop. The General Sherman Tree is the largest living tree in the world by volume, about 2300 years old. The top of the tree is dead, and so it has ceased growing taller, but it continues to add enough volume for a whole new tree each year. From the parking at the Upper Sherman parking lot, it’s a 0.4 mile hike down (212 feet elevation change) to the Sherman tree.

Me: Who are you talking to? My head: You! Are you listening? Me: But you are me, and I am you… My head: Then how can I talk to you? Me: But you are… My head: So you think I am different from you? Me: If you are not me, then who am I? My head: It’s always about you isn’t it? Me: I am so glad I am not you, you are mean! My head: Oh yea, you wanna know who’s mean? Remember the time you… Me: Man, why did I ever let you get so close to me! My head: SILENT Me: SILENT

Spot 5 shooting stars atop Saratoga Hills, as part of the Perseids meteor shower last night. Yay!!! Love ya hubby for taking me!

It’s nice to have a timetable. To have each moment of the day planned out. To boast about how you know where each penny went. Feels organized, so cool na? And then, after a few weeks, it gets boring. Why live the same life over and over again?

Often in life, you have to stand up to what you believe is right. No matter who that upsets, no matter which relationships end, no matter what gains turn into losses. It is amazing how inspite of all the consequences, it reinforces your beliefs, your principles and suddenly makes the gone by years seem meaningful. Everyone deserves a boost of confidence.

Sweet talks In glimpses and long stares Breezy walks Arms that care One house, one family Responsibility More love amidst tears Fear Broken down and weary Solitary Left with only memories Ordinary