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It seems to me that every day twists and turns into a new road.  One day, I'm lead to a decision that will change the whole scenery.  And other days, I'm lead to believe that the unfamiliar territory has been with me all along.  Maybe that's just the crazy path I have happened upon.  Sometimes it seems as though I'm walking along this path just to take a stroll.  Just to see what might be outside.  But sometimes I find myself racing against nothing, passing every single rose without bending over to catch its scent, the trees on the sidelines just a blur of nature.  I don't really understand what controls this road.  Most people say that we choose our own path.  Other times, though, it feels like the path has chosen me.  Like I've ended up somewhere without knowing where the road even started.  Yet somehow, I have found myself to be okay with that fact.  I realize now that whoever or whatever controls the random path of my life, I can be comfortable.  I know that in the end, I get the final say.  No matter where I end up, I get to decide if I like it or not.  And I am the one to change that.

"today, skies are painted colors of a cowboy cliche"

XoXo,

rubycherrie

LOOK FOR THE GOOD

I'm going to admit it:  I wasn't looking forward to starting the school year back up.  As amazing as my freshman year had been, it was also equally as bothersome due to many ridiculous reasons.  Summer came and it felt like a fresh start.  I could relax.  I could be myself without worrying who that was and if people would judge.  I felt good again.

So when it came time to start getting ready to move back, I began to worry.  Was this really what I wanted?  Did I want to spend my year at a place that caused so much drama and negativity in my life just months before?

But before I could even make those kinds of decisions, I was back.  And now, having lived in my new apartment with my old friends, I can safely say that I am happy.  Maybe even ecstatic.  I did not expect the year to start off on such an incredible note.  

Sometimes we leap to conclusions before looking at all of the possibilities.  I realize now that I was basing my future off of my past, and that can be one of the most dangerous ways of going about life.  I'm not saying that using caution and second guessing yourself is wrong.  But sometimes, it's important to really try to see things for what they really are.  And this doesn't just apply to moving back to school.

Maybe last year, had people really taken a look at what was going on around them, friends wouldn't have been lost.  Things wouldn't have been said and people wouldn't have been hurt.  But that is the past.  We can't look at the past and expect the same for the future just because things are related.  Just because we are with the same people or in the same place.  Things change.  We need to accept them for what they are and look for all of the good that can come out of them.  Always try to stay positive and hope for the best.  Negative thoughts will not help in any situation.

Be who you are.  Do what you do.  And live for the present.

XoXo,

rubycherrie

TWISTING TIME

I know I haven't posted recently. Don't hate.

This next section is really meant for a couple of friends, but I believe that everybody should read it and understand it and take it for what it's worth.

Sometimes relationships just end.  There is no rhyme or reason to it.  Sometimes the girl truly does want to find herself, and sometimes that takes more one-on-one time ... alone.  We can't always get what we want or change people's minds when we don't.  We aren't always what they need.  No matter how in-love and connected two people are, they are separate.  Different minds, different hearts.  And sometimes, they change.  And that is okay.  The cycle of life has an odd way of twisting and turning to eventually fix itself.  Even though it may not seem like it at the moment, you will be okay.  As difficult as it may be right now, you may just have to lay trust in the old saying:  Time heals all wounds.

just remember

love possesses nothing

nor would it ever be possessed

and think not you can direct the course of 

love itself directs the course allowed

A BRAIN-DEAD BLOG

Sometimes I just don't know what to write.  I really do have all of these ideas bubbling in my mind, ready to explode onto paper and into my blog.  I want to share them with you.  But sometimes...I just don't know how to say it all.  Usually what happens is that I go brain-dead for awhile, and then I will randomly begin to write something.  Then I won't be able to stop.  Who knows...it could happen to me any second.

I'm really excited to have a blog, though.  I've gotten really good feedback.  I'm so happy to share all of my thoughts with everybody in my own time.  It's a good feeling.  You should try it.

Anyways, I'll try to think of something to post.  Wish me luck.  (Don't be surprised if you end up seeing ten posts after this on the same day...or zero.  It's just how my mind works.)

XoXo,

rubycherrie

CHANGE

I have always believed in the idea of "Paying it Forward". Some one helps you, you help someone else, that someone else continues the chain...

When I was in high school, my close friend and I tried to come up with random ways we could help others anonymously. Later on, I attended a program called Governor's Honors Program. One of the smaller classes I participated in tried to adopt and spread the Pay it Forward idea.

I have never been as inspired as I was, though, when listening to my brother tell the following story (in the story, my brother will be named Craig and his friend will be named Tim):

One cool night, after leaving a meeting down in the city, Craig and Tim were walking to their cars as they were getting ready to go out for the night. As they were doing so, they came across a man asking for change at a payphone. The man introduced himself as Lowe. Craig and Tim are both very sociable people, so they naturally started up a conversation with the man. Lowe seemed very distraught, so Tim cautiously asked if everything was okay. Tim thought that maybe what Lowe really needed was a little more of metaphorical change. Lowe eased into his problems one by one, and soon they were all spilling in front of Craig and Tim, a flood that one person couldn't clean up alone.

Lowe had recently been out of state. He was looking to buy a new house for him and his wife. After searching for awhile, he knew he had found the perfect home. He settled the deal, and immediately came back with a single rose in hand to surprise his wife with the news. Upon his arrival, though, he found his wife cheating on him through the front window. He had been kicked out, and his life was turned upside-down.

Craig and Tim were overwhelmed, and they knew this man needed help. They also knew there were skeptical people out in the world. Was this man really telling the truth? They decided that even if he hadn't been trustworthy, which they had already deemed him, then he still obviously needed a lift back on his feet.

The two boys ended up giving Lowe money for the next few days, and they drove him to find a hotel which he could stay in until he found a new place.

Inspiring.

I wish I could say that everybody were this kind-hearted. That is not the case, though. Had it been a different day, or even a difference of five minutes, it might not have been Craig and Tim who greeted Lowe with such encouragement. It could have been someone who was dangerous, or even someone who just didn't want to spend the time or money helping someone who needed it more.

I hope that everybody who reads this takes something from it. Every single person has the power to make some sort of a difference in the lives of others, whether the difference is large or even small. Anything counts.

And we can all help with a little change.

XoXo,

rubycherrie

SIMPLE NATURE

A poem I wrote December 2008:

the sun hits me,

exposing me of the

nothingness i am.

my bare limbs

are sticky in the light.

glistening diamonds fall

into my palms;

hands so undeserving 

of such a beauty.

i am nothing.

but still i feel the

strike of brightness

as a thousand blades

persecuting me;

showing to all

the simple nature

of my being.

icicles form at my fingertips,

slowly binding me

as a statue for all to see.

i breathe in the sweet scent

of pine and bark

for the last time.

i know it's over.

the light is dimming

into elegant shadows.

darkness takes over,

swallowing beams whole.

and still, i am nothing.

XoXo,

rubycherrie

CLICK

A poem I wrote:

rewind, back up, stop, control, go

never again with this all-time low

let's re-evaluate it

make it what we make it

we can go where we want

at the end of the road

why am i the only one who sees

how this mix-up had affected me

i'm on the ground, beggin' please

but i wanna freeze

take it back again

way before the end

rewind, back up, stop, control, go

never again with this horrible show

so we can keep on livin'

good life we've been given

and never have to worry which way to go

you gotta know

that you decide on your own road

you think it's impossible

but i know it's very plausible

so rewind, back up, stop, control go

XoXo,

rubycherrie