mushy gushy follow your heart

This might be mushy and maybe even a little bit gushy, but that's just how hearts go, so I'm sorry.
Our hearts speak to us and tell us to do things that will make us happy
they tell us to follow them and not the brain,
they say the brain never did anything but math and visual processing
that nothing good ever came from being complacent
so what do we do?
we take its hand and follow it into the unknown
hoping for the best but expecting the worst.
I recently followed my heart
it told me to kiss my best friends younger sister
it told me it would make me happy,
and it did
I'm arguably the happiest I've ever been,
scratch that,
I am
and I know that I could never gotten here following my brain
and I have absolutely no clue what comes next,
but that's half the fun
I guess that's just how following your heart goes now doesn't it

That one girls pool

So there was this one time when my friends and I all went to this on chicks house on a friday night there were about 7 or 8 of us guys that showed up at this house. The thing is, the house wasn't just an average house, it was really nice, like it has an indoor basketball court and an indoor rock climbing wall and a bunch of other stuff. So we get there and everyone is doing is doing lame stuff, so we take it into our own hands to show ourselves around this nice home we have just been welcomed into. So all 8 of us start going room to room poking our heads in and looking around. After about 4 or 5 rooms we open up a door and walk into their exercise room that has an indoor pool in it. Everyone starts losing their mind and gets into this room as fast as we can and we lock the door behind us. I ran over to the crank for the pool cover and removed it meanwhile everyone else hadn't planned on swimming so everyone stripped down to their underwear and started to get in. I was the only one who didn't because I was the guy in charge of lookout, I was also the only guy who seemed to realize that there may be some type of repercussions to the whole thing, so I was fine with being the lookout guy. I hung out on the outside of the room for a while faithfully fulfilling my duty when they began to sing "I need the every hour" from the pool, so I went back inside for a minute to see what was going on. No more than a minute later do we hear a banging on the door and lots of yelling from the other side. Next thing you know, the door unlocks and swings open and 7 wet, cold, scantily clothed young men, grabbed all of their clothes and ran for the door as fast as they could. It was absolute mayhem, wet bodies slipping and falling into things as they tried to take the corners too fast. Almost all of the girls started screaming and one of them broke down crying. All 8 of us sprinting out the backdoor, 7 of us in nothing but underwear, tromping through the snow to get to the car. I was the driver and the last guy barely made it into the car before we peeled out. As we were about a half mile down the road one of the guys yells "wait, I left one of my shoes in there" he had left his right shoe back at the pool, and these weren't just any shoes, these were the Kobe 10's, arguably worth more than the car we were in. That being the case we had no choice but to go back to the scene of the crime and rescue what we had lost. We pulled up to the house and you could hear the wails of a crying girl from outside the house. The girl who owned the house was waist deep in the pool in tears trying to "fix" the pool but only making it much worse. As we walked inside it was somber as a funeral, not a soul in there was saying a word for fear for being banned from the house for eternity. We solemnly filed into the pool room and she really let us know how she felt, punching and hitting some of us. Yelling the whole time. There was nothing to do but get the shoe and leave, nothing we could say or do would console her. So that is what we did. And I've tried to avoid her ever since.

What happens in vegas, stays in vegas

Thank you

A word to my (future) children

To whom it may concern,

I hope that I can be the best dad you could ever dream of.

I hope I can be there when you win your first soccer game.

I hope I can be there when you lose your first tooth.

I hope that when you score your first goal you tell me all about it, and that you won't stop talking about it for the next month.

I hope that the anxiety from losing a tooth won't stop you from letting me pull it out,

that I can be there when you win an award at the science fair, even if it's just for participating,

that I can be there when you lose your first soccer game, I've been there, I know how it feels.

I hope that when I come home from work I hear your feet running from wherever you are to come give me a big hug.

I hope that you get mad at me when I tell you to finish your dinner so you can get big and strong, so that you can become what I never could.

I want to be in the passenger seat when you drive around the church parking lot for the first time.

I hope that I never have to take work home so that I can hang out with you, instead of the computer.

I hope you tell me when I'm embarrassing you, so I can continue doing whatever I'm doing.

I hope you get into trouble while you still can, adulthood won't be much fun.

I hope you tell me when you've won your first love,

I hope you tell me when you've lost your first love too.

I hope that when you talk about me to your friends it's only about how "awesome" I am,

even though I'm sure it won't always be that way,

because after all, I'll know what's best for you won't I?

On second thought I probably won't even know what's best for me,

so please just bear with me,

I'll probably still be trying to find myself.

But I won't let that stop me from being the "bestest dad" I've always hoped I could be.

scars

I know a lot of different people.

Some are outgoing.

Others are quiet and reserved.

Some are quiet and reserved because they are scared,

they are living in fear,

constant uncontrolled fear.

Fear of what could happen if they spoke out,

if they did something different,

if they wore something different,

if they acted different,

if they even though different.

Maybe them being SCARED is a result of being SCARRED.

Maybe something happened to them when they did something different once,

just once,

and now they shudder at the slightest thought of it.

I've known plenty of people with scars,

in fact some of the most beautiful people i've ever known were covered in them.

From gunshots, to nut shots

broken backs, to broken hearts

torn acl's, to torn apart families

we've all had our fair share of hard times

but it's what we do with these experiences that decide what type of person we become.

We like to hide these scars, we see them as weaknesses,

like it tells people that we have been vulnerable,

that maybe we made a dumb choice.

But maybe instead we should wear them with pride,

showing people that "yeah, I ventured into the unknown once, I tried something new, I was vulnerable and I paid for it, but I LIVED"

I lived

I lived

I lived

Lets all try to be a little less afraid of what we have become.

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Some people are programmed.

Wake up

go to school

do homework

but every so often there will be a glitch in the system

a spark of sorts

something different

something that makes them realize that THEY ARE ALIVE

and then they slowly fade back into their routine.

They have a hard time recognizing that life is more than just a 4.0

more than their BYU acceptance letter

more than the car they drive

more than the shoes they wear

more than followers, likes and comments

more than everything they were PROGRAMMED to be

life is about making a difference

touching lives

relationships with people not phones

being spontaneous

lasting memories not 24 hour snapchat stories

Dates not DM's

leaving only footprints

taking only experiences

loving and being loved

pursuing your passion

time spent with your mom instead of under the knight.

crying

dreaming

falling in love,

and having your heart broken.

they don't know how to properly appreciate a spark when they see one

so next time you see someone who has been programmed,

try to put a spark in their life, 

you never know what they'll do with it.

After all, sparks are what got our fire burning.

Potluck poetry, a poem made using lyrics

Hey there,                                                                (Hey there Delilah, Plain White T's)
I was wondering,                                                     (Hello, Adele)
do you ever feel like                                                (Firework, Katy Perry)
going home                                                              (Hold on we're going home, Drake)
like
they'll never love you                                              (Like I can, Sam Smith)
but in
the moment                                                              (Lose Yourself, Eminem)
What you gone do? Lift your head up and keep moving, or let the paranoia haunt you                                                                                           (I, Kendrick Lamar)
We must                                                                   (We must be killers, Mikky Ekko)
Stay positive                                                            (Stay positive, The Streets)
Because                                                                   (Because, John Lennon)
being                                                                        (Almost like Being in love, Frank Sinatra)
different                                                                   (I'm Different, 2 chainz)
is
Just a part of life                                                      (Just a part of life, Jason Young Band)