I'm Trying

I'll be honest: this college life is hard. I find myself going to sleep all hours of the morning, night, whatever you want to call it. Some days I do the work required, other days I forget the work that I must do. Spanish is most definitely kicking my ass. Hell, I even S/U'd the course (long story as of what that means, but let's just say it's a step closer to me not giving a fuck.) In the midst of it all, however, I can say that at least I'm trying to push forward.

When I think about it, all that's pushing me forward is my mother (who of course is the only person that I have in my immediate home,) my friends here at school and at home, and of course those select few family members that I can say have held me even in the darkest times. They are the reason why I still strive to go to school; they are my positive influence and my drive. Everyday I think, "this is leading towards a bigger picture." That bigger picture is for me to be proud of who I am and show the rest that anyone can do what I am doing.

So the hard work? It will always be hard. What I'm getting from the hard work? Life skills, closer to a comfortable living (hopefully,) and self confidence above all. I already made it through one semester; I'm pretty sure that another semester can't hurt...right? Hey, at least I can say that I'm trying.

Thought of the Day: Words

Words

Can you imagine how words effect a person? One word can turn a whole day upside down. A few words can cause unbearable pain. A whole sentence can sometimes lead to destruction. It's crazy because in this day and age, we should be finding words of encouragement; words that will push us forward instead of drawing us back. We as human beings need to try and live by meaningful words, not just jargon and falsehoods. The wrong words may cause some damage, but the right words and genuine feeling behind those words can do a person so much justice.

My Fire, My Ashes

So yeah, decided to make this whole blog thing lol. I was pretty much curious, since I'm always seeing "blogspot" this and "blogger" that, so I said "hey, why not try it?"

Anywho, I guess I can use this first blog to explain what the title of my blog is. For those who know me--especially my best friends back home--my nickname is Phoenix when I'm with my group XOXO (we got that from Gossip Girl, lol). Piggy-backing off of that, any one who knows me knows that the phoenix is my favorite mythological creature. A phoenix is a mystical bird with red and gold plumage that dies in the fire and is reincarnated in the ashes. Phoenixes are also known to have healing properties; their tears are supposed to be able to heal any wounds. Ergo, My Fire, My Ashes is based off of my personal motto that whatever trials and tribulations that I go through in my life, I can always be reborn a better person from them.

I write a lot of poetry...or at least write a lot of poetry when I'm in the mood lol. Whatever I post here will most likely be poetry that questions the things that I go through and--for my personal gain--I can learn from what I write about. Other than that, it'll be me rambling about what I go through during a day or other things that tickle my fancy. Most likely, my shit will be random since I'm random but I always believed that writing makes it easier for me to express what I feel and get a great deal off of my mind. So anyone's pretty much welcomed to experience the fire that I go through, and the ashes that I come out of.