Adventure, Time taken to explore your world. To some people going to Wal-Mart is an adventure and rightfully so. It can be something different there.
For me adventure is the drive that lives inside me. Sometimes it calls me so much I am driven to do something. I Like to get done and tell people about my adventures. I am not a quiet explorer if I have done it, you will probably hear about it. Sorry those things are to cool to keep a secret. I even told a total stranger at a bar about meeting a bear, mind you alcohol was involved but I would have told him later anyway.. So why do some seek this way of life while others could careless about crossing the street let alone hike in the mountains. I hold my camera and look through the lens. I see perfectly framed beauty. Each tiny peck on a flower and every jagged peak. I am drawn to figure them out. I want to seek that feeling in real size. While other hardly look through the lens and just snap, not taking in to account the little beauty around them. DO I think that their life is lacking that they must be missing something great? Yes, but I think that they must feel I miss normal things.
So what am I saying to live with out doing is not living it’s just going through the emotions with out real result.
Why do I let work make me so mad. Why do I let people push my buttons. Why do I lock my keys in the car while I am down town for a job interview?? Because that is my life. I live enough to write a million country songs and by god I am trying. I talked with my 1st step father, how many do I have you ask well that would be 4. Anyway this man was a father figure for me when I was young. He wasn’t a good one 99 % of the time but he was one. He was a Drunk, he will admit it. I remember him trying to kill my mom by holding her head in a sink of water filled with dishes. I remember my mother running him over with the car. I also remember the good times of him fixing me green eggs and ham after we read the book. See I was only 2 or 3 and those things will be with me for life. It makes me who I am and I guess it was an adventure growing up in the house. I once wrote a report about it when I was in high school my teacher who loved everything I wrote told me she loved it. That she wanted to keep a copy but that I was to write about something that really happened to me. I told her it did and I still think she couldn’t believe half of what I said. So I will write a song and maybe she will hear it and think of me and my “FAR FETCHED “ stories she loved so much. She always said she knew one day she would pick up a book or read in a magazine a story that I wrote she said that when I finally learned how to spell I would be unstoppable I guess I haven’t learned that yet. But I an working on it..
Ride on little doggies to the place you seek.
Find shelter and something warm to eat
When the sun sets
The songs we’ll sing
Good night little cowboy
Good night sweet thing
The modern day cowboy rides again
For me adventure is the drive that lives inside me. Sometimes it calls me so much I am driven to do something. I Like to get done and tell people about my adventures. I am not a quiet explorer if I have done it, you will probably hear about it. Sorry those things are to cool to keep a secret. I even told a total stranger at a bar about meeting a bear, mind you alcohol was involved but I would have told him later anyway.. So why do some seek this way of life while others could careless about crossing the street let alone hike in the mountains. I hold my camera and look through the lens. I see perfectly framed beauty. Each tiny peck on a flower and every jagged peak. I am drawn to figure them out. I want to seek that feeling in real size. While other hardly look through the lens and just snap, not taking in to account the little beauty around them. DO I think that their life is lacking that they must be missing something great? Yes, but I think that they must feel I miss normal things.
So what am I saying to live with out doing is not living it’s just going through the emotions with out real result.
Why do I let work make me so mad. Why do I let people push my buttons. Why do I lock my keys in the car while I am down town for a job interview?? Because that is my life. I live enough to write a million country songs and by god I am trying. I talked with my 1st step father, how many do I have you ask well that would be 4. Anyway this man was a father figure for me when I was young. He wasn’t a good one 99 % of the time but he was one. He was a Drunk, he will admit it. I remember him trying to kill my mom by holding her head in a sink of water filled with dishes. I remember my mother running him over with the car. I also remember the good times of him fixing me green eggs and ham after we read the book. See I was only 2 or 3 and those things will be with me for life. It makes me who I am and I guess it was an adventure growing up in the house. I once wrote a report about it when I was in high school my teacher who loved everything I wrote told me she loved it. That she wanted to keep a copy but that I was to write about something that really happened to me. I told her it did and I still think she couldn’t believe half of what I said. So I will write a song and maybe she will hear it and think of me and my “FAR FETCHED “ stories she loved so much. She always said she knew one day she would pick up a book or read in a magazine a story that I wrote she said that when I finally learned how to spell I would be unstoppable I guess I haven’t learned that yet. But I an working on it..
Ride on little doggies to the place you seek.
Find shelter and something warm to eat
When the sun sets
The songs we’ll sing
Good night little cowboy
Good night sweet thing
The modern day cowboy rides again
posted by Tripchick at 9:49 PM
1 Comments:
Lisa I really enjoyed your blog :) don't worry i don't think your story's are farfetched,
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