Friday, September 10, 2010

mother mine.

As time goes by, I allow myself to be left with only one thing; memories.
Memories which only bring smiles, and tears and joy along with laughter.
But I believe in life, I've only made one mistake.
One which I regret with all my heart.
One which I now realize could have been prevented.
Not loving and caring, and being around my mother as much as I would have wished.
Until now I realize that she is my absolute everything.
At times I think to myself that it's much too late since she's not by my side.
But I know she's with me at heart-always
I know she thinks about me always and I know she'll always love me.
I just wish I would have realized it alot sooner..
As time goes by, I allow myself to be left with only one thing; memories.
Memories which only bring smiles, and tears and joy along with laughter.
But I believe in life, you always have a choice.
And today I chose to liberate myself from my one regret.
So here I am.. I love you Mom.

Friday, August 6, 2010


i was never the one to believe much in faith and God

until a little boy with cancer named Tyler made me realize

that a little faith can go a long way.

may God bless your little soul

rest in peace you beautiful angel.

Sunday, July 4, 2010


I made mistakes this year, all of which felt gargantuan at the time—all of which seem relatively trivial now, but are still important because most of all, I learned from them. So the embarrassment of these mistakes is masked by acknowledgment, embracement, and recovery through understanding. Though most of my lessons this year were taught in the form of feeling and fearing and losing and destroying love. I really think that love is one of the most important emotions to know completely, even though that is often so hard to admit.

I think that sometimes the most difficult person to understand is yourself. As you get older you quickly become more and more aware of all the layers. There are too many layers. There are layers to yourself that feel so normal at one moment and so horrid the next. And that is, in my experience, the most frightening feeling of all: when you wake up in the morning and you can’t remember the person you were last year. You look in the mirror and you can’t recognize the person you’ve seen each time you’ve looked in the mirror over the past nineteen years. Your actions are read back to you and you can’t recall yourself.

In front of a coffee shop right outside FIDM, I learned my first lesson about real love—it persists even after the parties involved have torn each other down. Real love builds us back up

In the front porch of my house, I learned that real love, however misguided, is forgiving. But also that misguided love is hopelessly flawed and, regrettably, temporary.

On the floor of my fathers' bedroom, I learned that no matter how hard you try to forget someone, you only carry them longer the harder you try.

At the end of March, I learned I was not a smart vegan.

Underneath a pool cavana in the suburbs, I learned that no matter how kind and giving and honest you are, you cannot make anyone love you. I learned my own strength, and my ability to recognize an unhealthy presence in my life, and be rid of it.

At the end of the spring, I learned that real love truly loves you unconditionally, even without reciprocation. But this so-called love, I also learned, can quickly become greedy, and will selfishly turn you against all the exits in order to keep you under its wing, even at the expense of your own well being.

As the first signs of summer began to spring, I learned to understand the most unforgivable of actions in the most horrible way.

In my bedroom, I was brutally, gut-wrenchingly, and baldly honest with myeslf. And in that honesty, I finally recognized to myself the real weight of my actions. I learned that some things are simply unforgivable, no matter how badly you want to cling to the notion that forgiveness is possible.

The final shred of evidence of my once respectable self was ripped away with the departure of one of my good friends. I learned that dishonorable actions do not, eventually, go unpunished.

On the cold tile floor of my kitchen, I learned to accept my mistakes as my own. Most importantly, I learned to accept the blame for my own misfortunes.

On the first notably dark evening on the year, I said goodbye to my family for the real first time, and I learned how much I could truly love and miss someone. And in the missing of them, I learned how much I truly appreciated them. I learned that real love persists, despite nineteen years of conflict and resolution.

Amidst a fever and the first signs of summer, I learned that it is not so much about understanding the difference of opinion, but the indifference of it. I learned that despite how much hurt is inflicted, or how much time has passed, or how much love is shared and lost and shredded, there is room for forgiveness.

On the first almost-cold night of July, I walked around the city of my newfound home, and I learned that the best friends you can ever make are the ones that trust you enough to be there to fall back on. I learned that these friends are the ones you owe the most to, because they trusted you first.

And finally, through the peep-hole of unit B, I spotted a missing link, and I remembered everything I had learned at once. I remembered so much undeserved love, the bitterness of its departure, the sheer pain of the emptiness it left behind, accepting all of the blame so silently, and finally feeling peaceful. And I learned another lesson in the art of starting over, however slowly or reservedly. I learned that the things you are most patient in waiting for are really the only things worth waiting for.

This year I learned to accept the fact that layers change, so people change, so relationships change, so love inevitably changes. Sometimes love changed is love lost, but lessons lie amongst the residue that are painful to face, but the most important to know completely, I think.

-rip richard harrow

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


its one of the last things left that money can't buy..yet


one of the hardest things for me is knowing the person i love the most will one day depart from my side. the one person who would give everything and anything for me. the person who held me at my worst, and pushed me when he knew i could exceed my expectations. i guess it's just something i chose not to think about because it makes me uneasy, but it really isn't something i can avoid. i've learned that people forget what you have said, people forget what you have done, but they will never forget how you made them feel. i know sometimes 3 simple words may be forgotten in the midst of time, but in time i see how it's made me feel. one day when you are no longer here. i will always remember how you made me feel, and how great that was. if you depart today, tomorrow, next week or next year. just know that every bit of love that resides in me is poured in every time i say i love you daddy.

Friday, April 2, 2010


if you can't be a pencil to write someones happiness,
than try to be the nice eraser to remove someones sadness.


when you feel like giving up,
remember why you held on for so long in the first place..