Thinking About The Trail

This post is inspired by:

“Like a big black cloud coming down, it feels like I blew it
I never said you were messing around, but we could both see through it
Tell the truth, woman, just this time
For both of us”

Happy day from a 25 year old! What a year it’s been for me.

Year number 24 has definitely been the hardest — physically, mentally, and of course emotionally. I have learned so much about myself throughout the year, what I am capable of, and  what I need help with.

Year 24 has taught me most importantly, not to be afraid to ask for help from those who you think will be helpful. This becomes tricky when you don’t know who to trust — despite all your history.

Year 24 has taught me to trust your heart and your soul just a little bit more, even if you don’t know what they’re saying at the time. To somehow trust the feeling. And to follow that feeling no matter what direction it’s pulling you in.

Year 24 has taught me to be a little more patient with myself, and those who I care about. It has been an exhausting year trying to be patient — and also letting things go when patience isn’t enough.

Year 24 has taught me that history is important, whether you’d like to believe it or not. It’s important to remember in bad times, and as much as in bad times.

Year 24 has taught me that the truest of friendships no matter what happen, or who comes in and out, never fail, and never die. 99% of the time, when they warn you of something, 10 years down the road they will be right. Remember that, but don’t let it go to their heads.

And finally,

Year 24 has reminded me that music never fails. No matter what state you are in.



This post is inspired by:

“Oh silhouette, she’s growing tall and fine

She’s got my back, she’ll follow me down every street no matter what my crime

I’ve been reading a lot and writing a little, and I want to tell you a little bit about it. I’ve recently picked up this book, the name is irrelevant, but it has a quote I wanted to share with who ever is reading this — if anyone. “They didn’t keep the purpose of their lives front and center as they decided how to spend their time, talents, and energy,”. I’ve been spending the last few days reflecting, reading, and writing in a 300 prompt book. After reading, reading, and re-reading this paragraph of the book, I started searching for the answers to some tough questions. How do you find your purpose in life? It’s not like someone magically comes up to you and tells you what your purpose is in life, how to be successful and happy.

That would be too easy.

More on That Later

DISCLAIMER: this post has more than one quote; enjoy!

This post is inspired by:

“Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter”. 

Hello world! I am currently sitting, thinking of a title for this blog — and of course having difficulty, as per usual.

Have you ever heard of the saying “until you’re in someone else’s shoes,”? It’s’ a pretty common saying, but the quote above is my favorite take on it. I think that it means that you actually cannot ever be in someone’s shoes, strictly because every situation is so different. Down to the very last detail. This isn’t why I decided to post today, but it’s a good place to start I guess.

This post is actually inspired by:

“Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light”. 

Rekindling. Whether you believe in this or not, it’s a real thing. When something is lost and then found. This can span from feelings, to people, to passions as seen here. There is something very special about rekindling something that you’ve lost. The true definition is to burn again. This means that the feeling hasn’t gone away, that it cannot be forgotten about.

Human interaction is so important; crucial to a valued life. No matter where it comes from, meeting strangers when you’re out, connecting with old friends, or finding a new/old love.

This post goes out to those who have rekindled love for me, no matter who you are, it is much appreciated.

Benefit of the Doubt

This post is inspired by:

“If I’m going to be alone, let it be with you”. 

Do you ever hear something so powerful that it just gets you going? It is almost unexplainable. As I’ve said numerous times words are powerful, and can change the world. An example of powerful words that always come to mind is music. Soulful music. Acoustic music.

Have you ever seen This is Us? If not, shut down your laptop, go on demand and watch immediately. IMMEDIATELY. This show is absolutely fantastic in every way possible. I was watching the latest episode which premiered last night, and then watched it again this morning because it was that good. While the episode tugged at my heartstrings, it was the music that blew me away. A blues song at that. Breathtaking. I then went straight into iTunes, downloaded this song, and have been listening to it ever since.

This song is called We Can Always Come Back to This and can be listened here.

Please close your eyes and listen.

Trains, Planes, and Automobiles

This post is inspired by:

“The truth is that airports have seen more sincere hugs, smiles, and kisses than wedding halls,”.

Hello world, and greetings from another trip ending. For those who know, I love to travel. Everything about it; going to a new city, meeting new friends, eating new foods, even cab rides, the reason I started this blog many moons ago. For those of you who didn’t know, now you now. Que Biggy here.

Anyway, another trip has gone and went, and of course, I live to tell the tale. One of the more impactful arts of this particular trip was the time that I spent in the airport, and the story that goes along with it. For those of you who know, or who can probably figure out, I hate being late. For anything. So, when my flight was suppose to be heading out of Logan at 10:20AM, I left my house at 7:00, hopped on a train and got to the airport around 8:15. Ever been to Logan airport? It can either be your friend or your enemy. That day, it managed to be both.

I got to Logan, sat right in front of my gate, well at the Legal C Bar right in front of my gate, watching The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon sitting next to a gentleman who was saving a seat with a Patriots helmet signed by the one and only Tom Brady, see photo of helmet below. We got to talking, and then we parted ways, only to find out that the young man 2 seats down was semi-overlistening to our conversation.

Do you believe that some things are just meant to happen? Not fate or anything like that, but in that specific moment, this was suppose to happen to you. This was one of those moments. I was from Boston, he was from Atlanta. For some strange reason, we met, talked, and kept talking. He was scared he was going to miss his flight, so we parted ways, only to first exchange numbers in the rare event that we cross paths again.

I went back to my own thing, unpaused my Tonight Show, when about 15 minutes later I got a text from this man saying his flight got delayed. I responded, but never got a response. Less than five minutes later, there he was sitting down on my left, and then said the following “I guess this is fate that our conversation isn’t over”.  We ended up talking for a few hours to say the least. Eventually all good things must end, and we parted ways.

I couldn’t help by wonder about the millions of people there are in the world, and the thousands we have potential to meet everyday. In order to do that, one must take the leap to attempt to find a common ground, and spark a conversation.

The fact that we have the power to do that is absolutely fascinating, and should be explored more.  Is it just me, or have you met someone in an expected place?

Where The Story Ends

This quote is inspired by:

“Flying like a cannonball, falling to the earth
Heavy as a feather when, you hit the dirt” .

For once in my blogging career, I refuse to apologize that I haven’t been writing. This is a first. I’ve been out and about, moving, visiting, making plans. A lot has happened, and then again not much has happened. It just depends on how much one asks me. How interested they really are.

To round it out, things have changed, and I’m not the same person. But isn’t it true that change is hard?

So, I guess I’ll always be the same person I’ve always been.


Isn’t it funny how when you haven’t seen someone in a long time, or you haven’t talked to them, the conversation always with how have you been, and without even thinking 90% of the time the answer is “good, same old, same old”. As if things don’t change. At least for me, what’s going through my head is this: it’s been weeks, months, days, years, since we talked, what do you want to know? Please specific. When you’re not specific, I’m not specific. Being specific means one cares, actually about what is going on in someone else’s life.


So what’s new with me? Same old, same old.

Beach Days and Arcade Games

This post is inspired by:

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . And then one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”.

Hello friends! Can you believe it is halfway through August already — I cannot. I currently sit in a very hot bedroom taking a break from one of my favorite novels, The Great Gatsby. I picked the book up again because I found it when I was cleaning yesterday, and couldn’t put it down — similar to the first time I picked it up when I was in high school.

I’ve always loved the book, and recommend it to everyone who has not read it yet. An easy read, with many important themes — the book transports you back to the Jazz Era of the 1920s. I thought I’d share one of my favorite quotes, which can be found above, the quote that inspired this post.

In it’s simplicity, the quote talks about optimism for the future, and of course the push for the American Dream — chasing, chasing, and potentially never seeing the result. This final paragraph is perceived as one of the best novel endings of all time. Every time I read and re-read this book, but more importantly the last paragraph, it always means something different to me. I urge those to read it.

Also, it had been a while since I wrote, so I figured I’d post a little something.