Where to Go

Challenges come for a good purpose. They teach you things, lessons that not learned, would hinder how you live. I love good challenges.

Being happy all the time is one of them.

It seems so easy to plaster a smile on your face and stare the world in the eyes.

But a fake smile never fooled anyone.

To have a sincere heart: now that is a challenge.

To be really happy: there lies the test.

But I think it is worth it.

So my challenge is this.

To be truly, honestly happy for this next week. Not surface happy. Not a facade put on to hide what lies beneath.

Really...happy.

Smile.

Laugh.

Sing.

Dance.

Things will come, irritations and pain and turmoil, to stretch the lips into a frown. Don't let them. Dig in the corners of that mouth, listen to the truth of what really matter in the face of eternity, and smile.

Love is the healer of all things.

1 Corinthians 13.

Read it. All of it. And you will be smiling all week too.

Live On

There are good days. And there are bad days.

Days when your heart sings. Days when it dies.

Life goes up and down like waves in the bays.

Sometimes nothing makes it right, no matter how anyone tries.

Yet, live on, my friend. Live on.


The lifewheel spins, strange, dancing.

Melodies drift by, a taste of brilliance.

Love floods our soul, unknown, entrancing,

Hearts sing in harmony, a distant alliance.

Yet, live on, my friend. Live on.


Mesmerizing, echoes of peace strain to be heard.

Tears, burning, stabbing, fall from the lost.

They stand from afar, watching, too feared.

Hope stirs in their breast, ignoring all cost.

Live on, they say. Live on.

The unveiling

Heart sick. Troubled. Yearning to understand the ways of the world.

People are weird. Strange. Bizarre.

I wish I could make sense of them.




Frodo: I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.

Gandalf: So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

How true this is!!!





I float along on a fanciful wave. It goes up and down, rocking, a lullaby to my dreams.

It scares me. Sometimes, the wave rises higher than I wanted it to. It plummets back and the rises again.

I have to learn to ride it freely.









Who am I? I don't know. My mind tells me one thing, my heart another.

I wish I knew. I want to unveil myself to the world.

But the world doesn't care.

That's okay. I tell myself that over and over. Yet I only half believe it.

Why do I care?

I just don't know.

Heart Strings

This is my blog. How cliche is that, eh? But it is true. I want but one thing. To let my emotions, raw and brittle, drift through these pages.

I will not lie. This is not my name. There are some things best kept hidden.

Unknown. That is my heart. Transparent. That is my soul.

I want a place to let loose. An outlet to tell the world my true thoughts and feelings.

This is the part of me no one will ever know. Ever see.

And only because they never ask.

My heart strings.

I am an average teen girl, living in an average American home.

But I imagine extraordinary dreams and carry extraodinary hopes.

Keep faith with me. All followers welcome. We can traverse this messy world together.