Congratulations! You're the famous Pete Wrigley,
the boy who is unknowningly the King of
Suburbia! Don't give up. Life is great..or life
might be great...someday.
What Character from The Adventures of PETE & PETE are you? (pictures!)
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tiny circles in the dust
tiny circles in the dust
people can be so curious sometimes. for the most part, their lives are circular; revloving around a central theme, always returning to the same initial place. it can't really be helped, i suppose. i guess it't just as well.
i am hoping my life will some day cease to resemble that oh-so-regular circle and perhaps digress from the prescribed path. some day. i would like to own my own little studio and take photographs of strangers in passionate moments.
of course, i am not the first individual who have had this wish (there is no world shortage of photographers), i would just like to know what it would be like to capture a moment for all to see. there's just something about bodies frozen in perfect motion. pictures are honest. there is nothing that can be hiden in a photograph. it is not pretentious nor does it need to be interpreted by some haughty art collector. a photo lays all the cards out on the table and just is. why can't people be like that?
who am i to say that they aren't? surely i, too, am just another cirlce being traced into the dust. eventually, i'll be gone and forgotten, so i'm not any better than anybody else on the whole damned planet.
there is, however, one particular individual who seems to know exactly what to do. he's one of those people who isn't just going to settle for a circle. no sir, he's making himself a little sphere, well-rounded and three-dimensional. some day, hils little sphere is going to take off and float up into the sky, right where everyone can see it.
the funny thing about him is that i'm not certian if he's quite aware of what is happening to him. how, then, could i know? truth be told, it's much easier to see the big picture when you aren't painting the damned thing.
it also happens that i have loved this man. that being the case, it would be easy to assume that i have a slightly biased opinion, but i am certian that anyone who knows him would say the same thing, that he's exceptionally bright.
now, when i say he's bright, i don't mean your run-of-the-mill scholar. rather, i should have said that he is wise. he's seen a lot of things and i'm sure he takes all of it in. he only speaks when he's got something to say, rather than trying to fill the silence with the sound of his own voice. people like that are truly rare in times like these.
this fellow is also sensitive and sincere. whenever i look into his eyes, i see hurt and wonder and innocence all at once. his eyes are a shade of calm that could burst with sorrow at any moment...funny how the very wise seem also to be very sad.
not only are those eyes insightful, they are an integral part of his handsome face and physical appeal. i've watched him grow from an awkward boy into a handsome man. still, that man's soul is as beautiful as when he was a wistful boy dreaming that he, too, would have someone to love and a purpose to serve.
though he may still be searching, i have no doubt that some day those hidden gifts will surface for all to see. that uncanny grace will lead him and his little sphere of integrity will shine as bright as the moon. all that will come in due time, i suppose. life's funny that way.
we regular people look on, taking note of those rare individuals who will leave a trail of greatness behind for then next gifted soul, until it comes time for that one to shine. it's all a big circle really. not everyone can be spectacular, but it's always reassuring to know that somewhere out there, a balloon is being loosed into the sky, and it will tumble upward to the heavens, maybe even putting in a good word for the rest of us who are just drawing tiny circles in the dust.
people can be so curious sometimes. for the most part, their lives are circular; revloving around a central theme, always returning to the same initial place. it can't really be helped, i suppose. i guess it't just as well.
i am hoping my life will some day cease to resemble that oh-so-regular circle and perhaps digress from the prescribed path. some day. i would like to own my own little studio and take photographs of strangers in passionate moments.
of course, i am not the first individual who have had this wish (there is no world shortage of photographers), i would just like to know what it would be like to capture a moment for all to see. there's just something about bodies frozen in perfect motion. pictures are honest. there is nothing that can be hiden in a photograph. it is not pretentious nor does it need to be interpreted by some haughty art collector. a photo lays all the cards out on the table and just is. why can't people be like that?
who am i to say that they aren't? surely i, too, am just another cirlce being traced into the dust. eventually, i'll be gone and forgotten, so i'm not any better than anybody else on the whole damned planet.
there is, however, one particular individual who seems to know exactly what to do. he's one of those people who isn't just going to settle for a circle. no sir, he's making himself a little sphere, well-rounded and three-dimensional. some day, hils little sphere is going to take off and float up into the sky, right where everyone can see it.
the funny thing about him is that i'm not certian if he's quite aware of what is happening to him. how, then, could i know? truth be told, it's much easier to see the big picture when you aren't painting the damned thing.
it also happens that i have loved this man. that being the case, it would be easy to assume that i have a slightly biased opinion, but i am certian that anyone who knows him would say the same thing, that he's exceptionally bright.
now, when i say he's bright, i don't mean your run-of-the-mill scholar. rather, i should have said that he is wise. he's seen a lot of things and i'm sure he takes all of it in. he only speaks when he's got something to say, rather than trying to fill the silence with the sound of his own voice. people like that are truly rare in times like these.
this fellow is also sensitive and sincere. whenever i look into his eyes, i see hurt and wonder and innocence all at once. his eyes are a shade of calm that could burst with sorrow at any moment...funny how the very wise seem also to be very sad.
not only are those eyes insightful, they are an integral part of his handsome face and physical appeal. i've watched him grow from an awkward boy into a handsome man. still, that man's soul is as beautiful as when he was a wistful boy dreaming that he, too, would have someone to love and a purpose to serve.
though he may still be searching, i have no doubt that some day those hidden gifts will surface for all to see. that uncanny grace will lead him and his little sphere of integrity will shine as bright as the moon. all that will come in due time, i suppose. life's funny that way.
we regular people look on, taking note of those rare individuals who will leave a trail of greatness behind for then next gifted soul, until it comes time for that one to shine. it's all a big circle really. not everyone can be spectacular, but it's always reassuring to know that somewhere out there, a balloon is being loosed into the sky, and it will tumble upward to the heavens, maybe even putting in a good word for the rest of us who are just drawing tiny circles in the dust.
Saturday
for some reason, after riding a bike with a flat tire, i was thrown violently back into the world. for a fleeting while, my life will not specifically revolve around me. i am inspired to create and to see and touch everything as if for the first time. i owe jeff a letter. i should get on that immediately. also on scholarships for my new school, which is very exciting. and of course, i am excited with the prospect of school, but there are other factors to consider.
( love is turning my world inside out, there isn't anything i wouldn't do, including drive 3 hours to see you for half an hour )
the funny thing is, i always thought it would be more intense when it actually hit me, but this one sort of snuck up on me. i don't know, i love it. i love him. everything is so different.
i would, in fact, recommend love.
( love is turning my world inside out, there isn't anything i wouldn't do, including drive 3 hours to see you for half an hour )
the funny thing is, i always thought it would be more intense when it actually hit me, but this one sort of snuck up on me. i don't know, i love it. i love him. everything is so different.
i would, in fact, recommend love.
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