yellow socks.

Monday I am hot coffee this morning in the car to school, I am salty and sandy hair (not washed since the weekend) 11 and a half hours of sleep and I am still tired, but that's how a weekend is meant to leave you feeling. Fulfilled, spiritually connected to the earth, more bonded with the faces you see throughout the day, dead but still walking, energy saving for the huge week approaching. This afternoon I am inspired by music on the tv, loving my slightly improved state of mind. I am rolled up trackie pants and bare feet on the carpet, I am appreciative of my Mumma. I am warmth, giggles and an early night. Tonight I am strong, refreshed and ready to fall in bed. My actions make me who I am, I am them. I am undefeatable. As are you.

I guess you play and then you die so life is just a game, but for the life of me, I can't figure out the purpose or the aim. To fall in love, be rich or live it up the most? To live the longest, travel places? Or is that not even close? The first of us, we didn't have maths, jobs, money or clothes. And how we got from there to here, not even god could know. When we were born, each one of us, we didn't have a clue, So, fancy city blokes or country folks are the same as I or you. People get so caught up that they forget we all will die, and I'm afraid to say, your money Sir, can't be transferred to the sky. You're experiences however, no one can take away. Not even death can steal who you are, not tomorrow nor today. Let your impact on the earth reflect all the wonders that you find, May the memory of you be something you are proud to leave behind. Embrace the journeys that you take and find happiness of every kind, Because perhaps the aim of the

every time you blink you miss a small moment in time and every time you sleep, you miss hours of life, but just the same, so many people miss life with their eyes wide open. By not noticing or grasping the opportunities right in front of their face. Getting caught up in gaining, achieving and growing, all of a sudden it blinds you from a beautiful thing. That thing is a miracle, it's sometimes warm, it's sometimes cold. It freezes your fingertips and touches each individual strand of hair on your head. It makes you feel, it makes you crash and break and burn and in just a small moment, it is capable of turning your sad into happy, changing your ordinary to extraordinary, your empty to overflowing. Until you're filled with love and passion and appreciation. It's called life. The constant and uncontainable, unrecordable moments that occur around you every second. These small moments give you all the power you need to be truly happy, if you would just remember to stop and