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( Tuesday, May 12, 2009 at 10:38pm)

I wake up every morning surrounded by things, mostly things that have not moved in years. Most of these things I bought or asked for because I thought they would bring me happiness or joy. I have come to realize that I have never been more wrong in my life. I have learned and evolved over the past few years. Instead of only being happy when I have the newest phone, the coolest car, or being invited to the most parties, I revere the times when I and a good friend can drive nowhere singing to the radio, lay out on the grass talking about nothing, or get chased down by angry neighbors who don’t appreciate our sense of humor.
I have learned to appreciate not just material substance, but to be content with the things that cannot be purchased. Peace, love, friends, hope, and even music. Not just the plastic discs or 0’s and 1’s on a hard drive. When I say music I simply mean the sounds that make me happy. These sounds can range from a complex, harmonic waterfall from an acoustic guitar, to the simple outcry of my baby cousin calling my name. While I am content with the music of my current life, I never stop reaching to make it even better. I push myself so that ultimately my own hands will calm my day through my guitar, and I pray that, someday, when I hear my name being cried from day to day, it’s my own baby girl singing the sweet simple lyrics of, “daddy, daddy”.
Some of the simple things in life may be easy for me to achieve, and I may end up, one day, having everything that I’ve ever wanted. However, I believe in being content without repose. So when life seems to be at its peak, and when I wake up surrounded by love and laughter, I will thank God for allowing me to feel the way I feel, and carry on trying to make that peak just a little bit higher.