Winter am I

Winter am I in all that I say and do.

I finally realized the purpose of why I wanted to start a blog and my idea on what the seasonal winds are. For me, it's a personal growth story, relating myself to the earth, theories and sometimes fantasies I tend to catch myself up in. My Seasonal Wind is Winter, and I really am just that.

Winter am I in all that I say and do. I can be a rare friend that you can rely on to be there on time, a chilly spirit that awakens your senses to the world. I can be the playful frost that never grows up and keeps people young and laughing. I'm dynamic and ever changing maintaining a sense of what I am, like the snow. I can be the one to cover the worlds flaws and simplify them. I can be the fresh breath you're looking for. I can be open minded and very determined, and I can present that to you without a cloud in sight. I can be as familiar as the ice covered church bells from your hometown early Sunday morning, and as comforting as wool blanket as you wait for your socks to dry.

I can also be a force to be reckoned with. I can be the frozen wasteland you struggle to escape. I can be grey and black, with flurries that slash your cheeks. I can be cold and unforgiving, brutal and never ending. I can cause chaos, hiding ice where you'd least expect it, and take away all hope you hold onto - however, I prefer not to.

I once had a full page written out. I was proud of it, but I'm not sure where it went. Needless to say, I am Winter and welcome to my journey.

Time

Met-ro-nome: n.   Music

A device used to mark time by means of regularly recurring ticks or flashes at adjustable intervals.

Time: a system or method of measuring or reckoning the passage of time.

In response to an update blog by Cory (http://kawaii-fall.blogspot.com), the idea of "time" hit me. This world is so bogged down by this word. It causes stress and counter-productiveness, the very opposite of what we all strive for. After thinking about it, I've come to realization and the belief, I don't like "time" and I don't believe it exists. How can you define something with itself? What is time? Well... it's... time. But WHAT is it?

In music we use metronomes. Their cause (as previously stated) is to mark "time" - beats in which a note is given value and counts - by ticks or flashes. Time, here, can be defined without itself. Music is therefore "timeless". It is real. It is impossible to escape.

"Be here at this 'time.'" Be here when we are. When that clock says this combination of numbers, we will be here, and we would hope so would you. That clock has nothing to do with defining time. It's nothing but numbers, not even accurate in reference to the song "It's 5 o'clock somewhere." - It is this section of the day somewhere, always - The sun doesn't believe in "time". The sun is real. It is impossible to escape.

As to Cory's blog, he seems stressed. I know he's stressed. He feels bogged down by "time" and little he has to get things done. Everyone feels that way. However, who's to say how much "time" he really has? He could die tomorrow, he could live to be 150 with medical break throughs. There is no defined "time" in which he has to do what he wants, there is just where he is to do what he feels needs to be done. So who's to say he HAS to do something? Something I love about Cory is that he's eager to advance in what he's currently passionate about. There is no "I'm doing this. period." It's more "I feel like doing this, and I wonder how far it will go." That wonder pushes him into his own Ivory Tower of sorts. (I apologize if this seems jumpy)

Basically, people let a theory get to them too much. They feel stared down by a reaper and pushed too much by reality. If people would take the "time" to look at everything, all their opportunities and what they really feel is necessary for them to be happy, and actually devote themselves to that, then "time" becomes a theory again. Reality dwindles to an annoying mosquito that you HAVE to deal with, but it's nothing huge, and people would be happy and productive again, or at least feel productive. Then when it is their "time," they can't lie dying saying they wish they had had more or they regret those hours infront of the tv killing "time". Well, they can but they can also say they did something. And that something remains if not for a "time," it will affect other people causing them to pursue what they feel is necessary in their "time" and the cycle continues, it doesn't end. It is timeless. It is real.

But then we open up Pandora's Box to a whole new realm of "what is real?" And like a movie, I leave you on that note for further blogs to come, if not for my own journey, to question yours.

Ciao.

Hello

For my first post, I suppose and introduction is due.

Mt. Dew, Saltine Crackers and Playlist.com. 
Lace, Eyeliner, and over due library books half unread.
Band, Photography, Vanilla and Faeries.
Glitter, Stickers, Brass and Headbands.

My name is Taylor, Seasonal Wind of Winter. I'm 18 years and 5 days alive as of the creation of this post.
I'm pretty straight forward, and have nothing to hide.
My passion is music, I plan on being a band director. I consider myself a Horn Player. I also play Flute, Tuba, Trumpet, Mallet Percussion and Piano. Eventually I'd like to learn Cello and English Horn.

I tend to day dream more than I'm awake to reality, but I also question reality (Thank you AP Lit).
I also tend to start sentences half way through, thinking I've said something when I haven't; or condense words together without realizing it.

I'm not sure what else to say at the moment until I figure out exactly what I want to start this blog over, so in the mean time, Slán go fóill.