I remember growing up and attending a baptist church. Sometimes, as light would stream through the stained glass windows the hue would be reverential and fitting for the chorus of voices that sang 'there is a name I long to hear, the sweetest name I know.' Today, I find that for every name you love to hear, there are some that you dislike hearing as much as having a tooth pulled out without novacane, sleeping in a humid tent on rocky ground, chewing on a bone when eating a burger or trying to shave your head with an electric set of clippers while sweating.
After seeing how hot cheese looks after it cools, I have second thoughts on eating it anymore.
Being without a voice is like being an illiterate mute - getting your point out is harder than finding an audience that understands it.
Its harder to say no, when everyone is used to hearing you say yes.
I wish I had a million dollar talent.
I would like to eat carbs!
I wonder how the Man vs. Food host's cholesterol level measures to that of Andrew Zimmern.
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Life is a journey, marked with our interpretation of our travels. There are moments in every life when what is seen or heard is questioned, when something or someone captures you leaving an always referred to impression on your mind. This blog is my attempt to capture those moments, where my curiosity meets with my voyage to understanding.
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