Hello, my lovely little chickadees,

While driving home from my brother's basketball game this evening (actually, my mom was driving, since I'm just now working on getting my permit...lol), I had some time to really think quietly to myself. I doubt anyone will respond to this post, since no one ever really replies to anything I post, but what the hey...

I saw a man, presumably homeless, of about 50 years old walking through the Albertsons parking lot. He had a ragamuffin of a dog with him, and the man, who had to lean on a cane in order to walk, was smiling politely and with friendliness at everyone he passed. I was hit deeply by the sight of this man and his dog. Here was a guy who most likely possessed little more than the clothing on his back and the cane he walked with, yet he seemed extremely happy and content, at least from what I could tell. He made me think about how the majority of the world's people struggle to stay happy. A lot of people also try to make OTHERS happy, regardless of whether or not it's what they really want to do. Many of the world's people are so concerned about what other people think about them that they don't concentrate on what true happiness is: loving yourself for who you are, accepting yourself, not changing yourself to suit others, etc...this man didn't care what others thought of him. He was enjoying life and, with his somewhat malnourished pooch at his side, he was letting it be known that life was fine, dandy, and sweet, no matter what it dealt him...good and bad, sunshine and thunderstorms.

I also saw a guy with a leaf-blower, also at Albertsons (oh...that's a grocery store, by the way). Some guy, presumably the manager or some other such employee of the store, made the guy leave the store's parking lot. Here was a guy who was helping other people out, not because he was getting paid to (cuz obviously he wasn't), but because he wanted to out of the very goodness of his heart...and probably because it made him feel good about himself, knowing that he was making a positive difference. It made me upset that he got kicked out...*sniffle*

Then I was just looking out my window at the sky and thinking about how beautiful the night is. I mean, everyone can recognize the beauty in the bright colors of flowers and the chirping of birds during the daytime, but who can see the beauty in the dark of night? I never really thought about it before, but I definitely see beauty in what many people probably would not deem "pretty" or "beautiful." I came up with a rather, shall I say, poetic way of comparing the human soul with the darkness of the night.

What I mean is this...generally, I am good at judging character, and I can usually tell by the first or second meeting whether or not someone is a "good" person. You can't see the goodness, beauty, honesty, or compassion in another person's soul, but generally you can tell there's something beautiful inside. Along that same line, you can also tell there's something beautiful and wonderful hidden in the darkness of the night, just waiting to be seen. Just like how there's a right time for the sun to rise, the right time will come when the secret beauties of a person's soul will be revealed for all to see and marvel at. :)

Ah...yes. Anyway, just thought I'd let some of you non-poets venture into the mind of one. Beside that, without giving anything away, has anyone seen the movie Finding Forrester? I really want to see that movie...it's about a writer...c'mon, this should be a give-in. LOL. I checked out the Rotten Tomatoes site, and the majority of the reviews posted there were quite good, but there was a fair share of green, smooshed tomatoes, too.

~Den-"finally realized that 'jewelery' is not spelled 'jewelry' in today's English class"Kara