life is about...

Life isn't about keeping score....It's not about how many friends u have or how accepted u r....It's not about if u have plans this weekend or if you're alone....It isn't about who you're dating, who u use to date, how many people you've dated, or if you've dated anyone at all....It isn't about who you've kissed or about sex....It isn't about who your family is or how much money's in your bank accounts or what kind of car u drive....It's not about where u went to school or what kind of grades u get....It's not about how smart u r, how smart everybody else thinks u r, or how smart standardized tests say u r....It's not about what clubs you're in or how good u r at "your" sport....It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing who will "accept the written u...."It's not about how beautiful or ugly u r....It's not about what clothes u wear, what shoes u have on, or what kind of music u listen to....It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown or if your skin is too light or too dark....Life just isn't....But, life is about who u love and who u hurt....It's about who u make happy or unhappy purposefully....It's about keeping or betraying trust.....It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon....It's about what u say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.....It's about starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip or not....It's about what judgments u pass and why and who your judgments r spread to....It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention....It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge....It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and spreading it....But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.....Only u choose the way those hearts r affected, and those choices r what life's all about.....

fields of forever

In fields of forever, I wait for thee
As clouds drift over the silver sea
Send me thy love on the sylvan breeze
Through the song of the birds, and the Moon's mysteries.

Here 'neath the shadow of a sycamore tree
In the wandering wind, I think of thee
Through golden clouds and fleeting mists
I long to taste thy sugar kiss.

Someday, true love, on thee, I'll shower
Like the morning breeze through the lilac flowers
In the fields of forever, I'll wait for thee
Till then, my love, remember me...........