Free Like the Bronco

 

I am at last a true College Student. Although I have been in college for a few weeks, I considered myself to be in the void of High School and College. However, I have come to know the definition of being a College Student. To be a College Student, one must open their mind and being to the ultimate possibilities and beauty of the world. To be a College Student does not mean that one parties, drink...s, loses their virginity in any such way or crash from the burden of school work. In fact, it means the complete opposite. Everyday I walk to class with a smile and I leave with an even bigger smile. Accept the opportunity to be in a class and enjoy the ideas of others because when one becomes willing to learn and grow then one is a College Student.

(Sorry, hard to explain this ultimate feeling of being a College Student. If this is still not clear then imagine being a stunning Stallion racing through the open fields with one's heard and enjoying the free expanse of green hills and blue skies. Go Broncos!)

He Sees Everything

Fly Free, Dream Free

Working Dog

Under the Bed

When you were a little girl or boy, did you ever fear "the monster under the bed"? Did you ever hear that there were skeletons in the closet? I have and at times still fear them. But I have come to realize the true meaning of such creatures lurking in the dark where few hang around.

As I got older, I learned that the skeletons in the closet were just past regrets pushed aside. This realization soon led me to become fearless of my closet. Now, I walk into that closet with clothes hung and a couple of shoe boxes strewn around the floor and not once do I jump at strange noises or sights.

However, as the years passed, my monster under the bed kept creeping out every night. There was even a long period of time where I would abandon my bed and sleep with my parents in hope that they'll protect me. Similarly, I remember asking my mom why there had to be a monster under my bed and if the monster could live somewhere else.

Only now do I realize my monster's significance. Like the skeletons, the monster was nothing but a figment of my imagination and a symbol for something else entirely.

The monster under the bed is nothing more than our conscience.

Everyone builds up a conscience and when we lie, cheat, steal or just hurt others or ourselves, the monster grows and grows to become a terrible thing. Therefore, as a child, when we ate that extra cookie or tugged little Mary's pig tails or lied to our parents so we wouldn't get in trouble, this all added up to become our own little "monster under the bed".

Nevertheless, none will realize the wrong they did until they step away and rest their mind from the situation. For me and probably several others, my bed is where I'm most vulnerable for my conscience to slip in. Hence, when I get comfortable in my warm/cool bed, my conscience comes out from "under the bed" to remind me of the bad I've done to myself and others.

So why don't we all just put aside some time and clean "under our beds" so that just maybe we can have the first true night of well deserved sleep. And who knows the monster may just disappear by saying a few words to a friend, a family member, your neighbor or even a stranger. But whoever you choose to help you pack your monster's bags, remember that the first step is always the hardest but it will get easier as time moves on.

Insignificant Beauty

Nothing Can Stop Green