havent posted in trillions of minutes
yeah. i think its been about that long.
i just flew into baltimore, im currently sitting on a pretty dandy holiday inn bed right now. this hotel room actually supercedes all of my previous experiences at holiday inn’s.
anywho.
it was a tremendously long day. going on four hours of sleep at this point, and although its 3 am here… my body is still on LA time which is midnight and well thats just pretty damn early for a Saturday.
it feels nice to be somewhere else. i love plane rides, being forced to not be able to really focus on anything about your real life… i started an amazing book that i bought at the airport about leadership. its amazing and i am drinking the thing down. i wish i could just absorb it into my bones. So my flight basically consisted of wishing my ipod headphones were louder (SO many screaming kids… i mean, way. more. than. usual.), reading this leadership book, reading some articles on Richard Branson (my hero!), Donald Trump (not so much a hero but still fairly interesting) and of course day dreaming about things i never imagined i would be day dreaming about at the age 23…
Mentally things are changing for me, my way of thinking is being re-birthed in an area that I was not really expecting to have much of a change of heart on really any time soon. Its kind of nerve wracking at moments, but then in other moments, most of the moments, its just lovely and new and exciting. Strange to be day dreaming about things I never before considered a possibilitiy for myself.
Well enough rambling for now… as if anyone reads this anyhow…
Regardless, I shall end with something of such beauty…
IF YOU FORGET ME
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
~Pablo Neruda
