1. I would rather be poor than rich.
2. I like the idea of getting wrinkles and gray hair.
3. Even if I don’t feel it, everything about God is always true.
4. I love words.
5. I actually kinda like my little job at Potbelly.
6. I dearly love to laugh.
7. It’s ok to have a good cry.
8. Theatre is a passion of mine and I love it.
9. God’s will always wins out.
Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.
“Storm’s getting worse.”
“We’ll pass through it soon enough.”
“And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!”
Merry Christmas!
I had this dream. In this dream, me and my band (think Robin Hood’s Merry men) had to escape from this city. We were running around trying not to get captured. At one point we ended up hiding in a hospital pretending like we were patients. When, suddenly, several of my crew betrayed us. I was running down the hospital steps when someone shot me through the shoulder. I told everyone to meet at the old rendevous spot, which was the catacombs of the old church. I ran through the streets trying not to be seen by the soldiers, I found my way to the church, stumbled into the catacombs, saw the rest of my band, collapsed from my bullet wound and… Woke up!
Really? Really? Did I die? Did we make it out of the city?
I guess I’ll never really know…
“It’s a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no telling where you might be swept off to.”
“Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams,
Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams,
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind.”~ Thistle and Weeds, Mumford and Sons
