Jets.
As they fly overhead there is something uniquely comforting about their roar.
Everyday they are seen, yet not truly appreciated.
Their sound alludes to glory, freedom, and honor.
Children are quick to seek them out but often miss the concept of how sound travels and miss them entirely.
Yet as adults we do the same, our heads turn upwards almost always finding our mark.
Jets.
Their never ending presence gives us hope and makes us feel safe.
There is a fascination about them that draws you in like a tiny child.
They exude joy when we see them at airshows or just about day to day.
Why though?
Well it is simple they are a sign of everything we stand for...
They are protection which make us feel safe...
They are boisterous which makes us intrigued...
They are life, liberty, & happiness...
Which makes us Americans.
A student in search of aspirations. Trying to reach them is by far the most enlightening journey.
Welcome Soul Searchers
I hope to bring an interesting twist to everything you read and think about.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Jet Love.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Descriptive paragraph assignment I had to do it was fun!
5:16 a.m. the harassing tone of the alarm clock
encompasses me. With the foul taste of sleep still on my tongue I roll over
dreading to leave my 500-threat count heaven. Finally, urging myself out of my
antique four-poster dream world to the scratchy welcome of the old worn beige
carpet. Trying not to stub my toe, like usual, on my giant clubbed foot dresser
I shuffle to get ready for my day. Meandering over to the cream vanity, which
makes up the corner of my room I quickly put on my face as I try to decide
which of the ten lotions I have to choose for the day, finally electing cherry
blossom. Blowing a kiss to my sleeping other half, I try not to wake him, as I
scoot out the door while it bids me a creaking adieu.
Starbucks Anonymous
You are on your way to work and the craving hits you
like a ton of bricks. It seems to be calling to you. You will have time, right?
Five minutes and you can be through there and get your double shots in no time!
The cost not important, we all know you need it, and seriously you do not care
if you fall under that stereotypical profile. Starbucks, your morning joy, the
one thing that can wake you from being an a.m. zombie.
Pulling
up you look at the menu maybe you’ll get something different today but you
already know you will get the same thing you always do. Cup of mocha with two
double shots even though you want three you know you cannot afford it. Just
thinking about it makes you wake from your autopilot mode. Man did they go up
on the price, but really do you care? With your pocket book six bucks lighter, you
are on your way with the overpriced, but quality coffee. Wondering to yourself
why have I bought into this steep trend.
Parking
your car and heading into work the aroma hits you. Looking around, you notice
that everyone has made their usual stop at Starbucks. Just like you, they think
that they need that jolt of java to get them through all the meetings, car
pools, and whatnot. In reality you all know you do not need it but man does
everyone seem to think they do? You know that if someone at your job does not
get his or her double shot for the day you had better steer clear because it
will not be pretty. As the workday progresses you see some come back from lunch
with their craving of caffeine in their left hand; that fresh brew that makes
them functional.
Chuckling
to yourself, you notice you fall right into the same stereotype. Videos in your
mind playing back all the things that you have seen and thought when you went
into get that caffeine pick me up. The book nerds huddled in the corner getting
their fix, students studying in a group trying to make it through their next
exam, or business executives pushing against the space of time for sleep and
work. All rolling into the one need or so they thought. I guess that is what
makes Starbucks so successful. People thinking they need it.
In
a way, the purchaser is somewhat addicted to this new trend, buying into all
the new rage of expensive coffee and stereotypes. Before you know it they will
have a Starbucks Anonymous for those stuck on that caffeine fix the one thing
that they think they need to survive and we all know they don’t really need it
they just want it! It is like the feeling of hunger never being satisfied but
instead it is a feeling of thirst for alertness and vitality. This thirst is what drives people to buy more
and more thinking that they will not survive without it. The legal addiction of
caffeine that has been around for ages and ages but only now is it becoming a trending
problem.
An old essay I had to do on my favorite place...
Stillness, it is
everywhere. Why you ask? The time difference of course. I wake up to look at
the generic alarm clock on the bedside table to my right, glaring at me to show
it’s only 3:36am back home and everything would be chaotic at 8:36am. We’ve
only been here a day and it’s beautiful from the crashing waves to the trade
winds blowing tousling your hair it’s the perfect vacation spot. So much
culture around me that my senses just soak it up as if I were a dry sponge laid
out in the sun for days. The feeling of pure bliss as I know the day could not
get any better and with such a great time difference, I will not sleep all day!
Up early I decide to go explore the little piece of
Honolulu below our hotel. Strolling around the corner I stop and stare at the
spotless streets, I have never seen a city so clean! Gawking like the retarded
tourist I am, my eyes finally settle onto a little bagel shop not but two
stores down and I decide to investigate (later this place became my little
breakfast haven). One shop away and the aroma of fresh baked bread hit me. Ordering
a bagel and a cold Starbucks Frappuccino (you know the kind they have at
convenient stores) leaving I’m off to explore the city amidst the Plumeria trees.
This place, from what I could see, had everything from: tiny shops with vendors
trying to sell you their souls and the best seascape you could imagine. All I
could see were surfers for miles upon miles, all looking for their “perfect
wave.” Just a short ride from our hotel was an old inactive volcano the hard
piles of solidified rock stretched all the way to the ocean just daring you to
view its beautiful destruction once caused.
Our picture perfect day of exploration seemed as if it
might end with the quick change of the trade winds blowing some clouds in hastily.
Luckily, what they call rain is what we know as mist! Fifteen minutes later, it
ceased; to be quite honest it was very refreshing as the whisper of mist
caressed my tacky skin. Soaking up the rays of sun, I explored all the ways to
the edge of the solid lave. I could never imagine what it would have been like to
see Mother Nature in full force. Since it was gorgeous out, I decided to take a
little stroll not noticing how much time was going bye, being that it was a
wonderful 87 ⁰ out. Before
I knew it, I had gone up the beach and came to rest at a quaint little town.
The laid-back culture of “hang loose” engulfed me. There
were little fishing boats and a market. More of the harassing soul-selling
merchants trying to pay for their twenty kids and a tiny little surf shop that
rented surfboards for the day. We ended up going into a restaurant down the
road that had things like Pâté and escargot. I, of course, chose to eat the
tomato soup, since I did not feel like being brave and trying the escargot. It
was delicious like nothing I have ever tasted before. Our whole meal went that
way; everything was as if it was being eaten for the first time with explosions
of new tastes in my mouth. This little island had turned into my little heaven
made of pineapple fields and people of a marvelous culture.
Thinking back at the whole experience, I could not have
asked for any place better than Honolulu. The beaches, weather, and their
people were some of the best experiences in my life. I know that before I die I
want to visit Honolulu again to experience it like the first time. Before
leaving the island, you are supposed to put your lei’s in the ocean in hopes
that one day you will return. I know I will one day; I just do not know when
yet. One of the great things in life is you’ll never know what will happen or
when so I’m hoping one day I can go on a whim back to that peacefully wonderful
island.
The American Dream Outlook
People long ago knew
exactly what the American Dream was. Today there is a completely new meaning to
it. In the beginning, it was a basis for what American’s knew. The definition
of the American dream is the widespread aspiration to live better than their
parents did. That dream has changed now,
instead of people viewing it as an opportunity for a better life many are
seeing it as an opportunity to get away with murder, steal from the government
or win big in a lawsuit. Instead of living the best life possible, they are
trying to live it by beguiling others by any means. The dream for most, in
general, is to do better off than their families before them. Many people have
lost sight of what we once were. Possibilities then were endless dreams with no
bounds of what could be. Back then, people only saw the positives of a hope to
do great things. Now it is as if American’s only see the dismal side of life.
From our harsh economy to facing wars to the east, it all seems so grim from
that long ago happier view on America.
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