“ a persons past is nothing more than a story. a stepping stone to what we have become. but what truly makes who we are, our character and the only thing that we should ever judge each other upon is what we are doing now and what we aspire to become.
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Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
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November 26, 2009
November 22, 2009
“ a persons past is nothing more than a story. a stepping stone to what we have become. but what truly makes who we are, our character and the only thing that we should ever judge each other upon is what we are doing now and what we aspire to become.
my life moves. and i hate it.
by growing bitter and old we allow the current to take us…
but by growing older and maintaining a hold on aspiration, we allow ourselves to evolve past those who attempt to keep us on the bottom branch of life.
because the tree keeps growing regardless if you’re too tired to climb.
my life moves. and i hate it.
by growing bitter and old we allow the current to take us…
but by growing older and maintaining a hold on aspiration, we allow ourselves to evolve past those who attempt to keep us on the bottom branch of life.
because the tree keeps growing regardless if you’re too tired to climb.
Christopher Gutierrez
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November 20, 2009
“ To refuse to get beaten down by lack of faith of others. But to stand back up, tear streaked, battle-scarred and bruised and say “Fuck you motherfuckers. Here’s my heart again. Do your best.” To keep extending your hand, Your heart. Your compassion. Your support. Your faith. In friends. Enemies. Ex-girlfriends. Lost souls and dirty boys in bands in empty rooms….
To stand up and keep loving and believing in someone who gives you every reason not to.
That is what faith is.
To stand up and keep loving and believing in someone who gives you every reason not to.
That is what faith is.
“ …one day, when this engine is so beaten and battered that I barely recognize it, hopefully I can look down and traces these battle scars and racing stripes and be able to see what others see in me.
November 18, 2009
“ i eat like shit. i feel like shit. i think like shit. i stumble around like im on some bender and i wake up feeling more tired than when i fell asleep. i force myself to shower and hop on my bike to ride anywhere. just anywhere far from here. i end up in strange neighborhoods throughout the city alone silently nursing a green tea with honey. its like i want to be around people to help me forget, to help distract but i dont want to talk to anyone.
November 17, 2009
“ 600 characters is not enough to convey just how meaningful a simple online card means to me. i began writing a long letter then it cut me off. sigh. but truthfully this made me smile and LOL while i am sitting alone in a dark and quiet apartment by myself on my birthday. no cake. no kiss. but there was an email with a link to a card. and regardless of how corny people may think it is, it meant a lot to me. so thank you for putting a smile on my face. its more than most people have done lately. thank you.
-christopher
-christopher
