Wildfire

It’s crazy how something’s can happen so close to you, but you can’t grasp just how heavy they are. There’s a wildfire near Sedona Arizona raging on right now and right down the road, not to far away is me. I understand the urgency and concept of it, but for some reason the actual weight of it is just out of my reach. Maybe it’s because I feel helpless in the situation or maybe because I just, genuinely, can’t grasp it. I can’t wrap my mind around the proximity and how the fire rages on. As if it’s happening in a world apart from my own. I just can’t figure it out.
Wildfires are always bad, the damage and the effects can be devastating. The issue that this one raises is, was it man made or natural. Did some one start a fire and let it burn into a brush fire that expanded? Did they just watch as it burned? Or did it just start, naturally? But isn’t that always the issue with a wildfire? It can be started so easily, but it can take 500 men to put it out.
There’s this wildfire, and it rages, and I just don’t understand what I don’t understand about it. Maybe in a way, I’m like the wildfire and I just can’t figure out what the two have in common.

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Up and at em’

Wash the sleep off your face, and jump whole heartedly into the day. Without worry of minuscule things, don’t let the beauty of the world around you be lost on things out if your control. It’s not a game of he loves me, he loves me not. There isn’t time for that, if he chooses to let you pass by, it’s his loss, be pushy if you please, but never chase. Never dwell too much. Go forth and chase the knowledge you wish to pursue, the boy will follow after.

It’s 3am..

It’s 3am in New York and he still doesn’t love you. The change in time zones won’t change how he feels. He’s still him and you’re still you, he’s never going to give you what you want, just like you will never be able to give him what he needs. A fleeting thought and a distant memory is all you’ll ever be to each other, with no ounce of hope left you try to decide if it’s best to forget you ever loved and do it his way. Or choose to embrace it now and do it yours. Either way you don’t win. Either way it’s still 3am in New York and he’s trying to convince himself he doesn’t love you.