I dream of flying

Ever since I was a little kid I have wanted to fly. I was one of those kids that every time an airplane passed overhead I would look up and stare at it till it passed.

Every time I drive by the point of the mountain and see all those paragliders drifting through the air I want to be like them. No. I will be like them. I will fly. I will fly as high as everyone else and even higher till it gets hard to breath. They look so free and the earth would look so small from where they are. I WILL FLY.

Because I can't really explain how I feel about flying I found this poem that kinda does. Enjoy. :)

Freedom In Flight - Michael Clarke

The Soul Is happily singing
I feel as free as air
I soar ever upward
My freedom In flight
As the eagle I journey on
My heart uplifting
Peace of the divine
Freedom In Flight
Across the lake In freedom
For the mountains I fly
Within my world of wonder
My freedom In flight
Up In God's own blue
I look upon the world
My heart Is free
I have freedom In flight

Bricks of a burnt down house

When people think of bricks, most people would think of bricks used to build a house. But bricks remind me of houses that are burned down and crumbling, ready to be picked up for some other house to be built up again. But that is what is cool about bricks. They are reusable, recyclable and don't break very easily. When a house burns down, bricks and concrete are usually the last thing standing. And bricks are just about the only thing you can sell from your house after your house burns down.

Little fun fact for you, bricks have been found that are dated back to 7000 B.C. That's a long time! And they're still around! And they are also very good insulators which is why they're commonly used for pizza ovens. Now if you are reading this you probably didn't think you were going to get a little knowledge. Well now you did!

The smell after a good rain

One of my favorite smells and feelings is right after a good rainstorm. The clouds start to lift and part and the earth is renewed. The air is cleansed and it smells so good.

I love those days.

It almost feels like you are the one being cleaned and you have another chance to not get things all messy again.

I love to take a super deep breath and let the humid air fill my lungs. Aaaaaaah yeahhhhhh!

I Love to Ski

When people are in love when they are in high school, it is a bit like a young kid learning to ski. They start to get the hang of it and then they start to think that they are pretty good at it. They think they have it all. And then you look up and realize there is a huge mountain above you and you couldn't really get down it really well even if you wanted to.

This is how it is to young kids in supposed love. They think that this person is the one and only and they are together and before long they brake up and its off to the next person. Of course there are the exceptions where people really do find their sole mate in high school but those chances are pretty low. Most all other times its just for show or for fun or looks.

I think people need to slow it down and start out on the bunny hill because that's where they really belong.

Big Springs aren't that big after all

This weekend I had the chance to go see Big Springs up Provo Canyon. It had been on my bucket list for quite some time because it looked like a fun hike. Well I was expecting (coming from the name) a nice big spring coming out of a mountain.

Well it turns out Big Springs was actually kinda wimpy. Maybe it was the time of year or the recent lack of snowfall we've had but I still was expecting something a little more. Now don't get me wrong it was still pretty darn refreshing to dunk my head into that little trickle of water. And I do admit to taking a few sips of super good tasting water(it was coming right out of the mountain). I guess my whole point to posting this is that a lot of the time, we make things up to be something that their not. If we get ahead of ourselves then we might feel more disappointed down the road than we should be. But if we hold off and try to see the awesomeness in the little things, then it doesn't seem to bad after all. In fact, it might seem just great.

Now the next you feel like putting yourself down just think; it isn't that bad, its actually kinda cool

Computing: I am not a Robot.

I am not a robot. 

Really. 

I think what makes a person a person is that they have a soul. We think and make decisions on our own. We feel, we bleed, and we heal. We cry and laugh. Their are so many things that make us human that it would take much more than a blog post to write them all down. We don't think in 1's and 0's. We think in oh my goodness and what the crap. I think the question is not proving you're not a robot. Its proving you haven't become one. It's when we value how we look on Twitter or Facebook or online thing over how we are in the real world. That's when we have succumbed to becoming a robot. It's when we would rather text than talk to a person face to face that we have stopped feeling for real. To not become a robot we have to become who we really are. By showing our true colors no matter what shade they may be. 

So here's to being human. 

Pics from Mexico

I wasn't sure what to write about, so I decided to post some cool pics from Mexico. Just for fun.

I used to draw with crayons....

I used to love drawing with crayons. And then I discovered they're even more fun to melt. All you do is get a hot glue gun and start gluing them together. I would build these big towers and shapes. Its cool because you can mix together all the colors like a big melting pot. And when it cools down it stays just how it melted.  It really is quite fun. You should try it some time. You'll be surprised by how much more you can do with crayons besides draw. You can really create cool art.

Hola!

My name is Don Carlos.

Or at least It was going to be. For reals. I came with in a quarter of an inch to really being named Don Carlos. But then my dreams were crushed and my Mother came to her senses. So I guess this blog is a tribute to dreams that almost were but weren't. But also to dreams that can be if we try hard enough. 

I wish more people spoke actual spanish in this school, cause that would be cool

I also wish I had sick hair like this dude --------->

And that awesome mexi stache.

Oh well, I guess I will do with what I have.

Well anyways I love to read and am starting to like writing more now. Thanks to this Nelson dude. 

Funny thing also, my phone keyboard is stuck in espanol mode and I can't get it back to english. So now it auto corrects in spanish which is even more annoying than normal auto correct. 

Say hello to Don for me

Adios Muchachos