Behind the Inhaler Pt. 15

A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal. 

This quote is from one of my all time favorite movies Big Fish. Everyone truly has a story to tell. Though some stories may not be as interesting as the next everyone always has something to say. But I know first hand that just because you have something to say doesn't mean you actually say it. I think that's why I envy authors so much, because they use their voice one way or another to get their ideas and thoughts across to other people. That's also where my love for books, and quotes comes into play. Some people remember faces, names, and scent. I remember words. I remember distinct lines of books, words from people, words from movies, words I hear in passing.

I think I'm able to remember others words so well because I've never quite been able to get my own words across, at least not in the right way. My head is so full of words, feelings, and emotions that I wish people could just see because I know then they'd understand. They'd know where I come from and why I'm the way I am. But whenever I try to tell my stories they become scattered and difficult to follow.

Which makes sense, because I'm scattered and difficult to follow. It's a vicious circle I swear.

Thomas Edison's last words were: "It's very beautiful over there." I don' know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful. -Looking For Alaska 

Another quote, well book actually that's stuck with me.

How will I ever get out of the Labyrinth? 

I've always wondered about the great "after." It's a mystery that's stumbled people for centuries because honestly there is no viable proof that backs any of the theories. People can speculate but in a great twist of irony they'll never really know until it's their turn.

Though Edison's famous last words are intriguing I find Pancho Villa's to be just as immortal in a strange way, "Don't let it end like this! Tell them I said something!"

I hope when my time comes to an end I've said something worth while and maybe not as desperate as "tell them I said something!" Hopefully by then I will have found a way to get my voice across in one way or another...until then I will continue to ramble as I just did...haha

Share some pictures as always. Edward received a much needed bath the first of this month. Something that usually doesn't happen in January.

This is me on Ringo this past summer. Bareback, in unmarked woods. I don't remember what I was laughing at but I love this picture. I loved this day even though I jeopardized a lot (fractured spine + bareback + woods = really stupid). I ended up almost completely sliding off while running up a steep hill.

Gingerbread cliff and waterfall. Complete with people, trees, and water. We (Martha and I) made this after our complete fail of a gingerbread house.

Hope you all had nice break!