<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:29:24.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Wind, Watch it Blow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-6307864482074199093</id><published>2009-09-17T09:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:56:54.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepting What's Happening. And Dealing With it.</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in every persons life, young and old, when they find stress, pain, sorrow, or some sort of negative vibe going on in their life. Yeah, there's alot of things in the world that suck alot. Yes, stress is annoying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to take my own advice on this one too, but here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is NEVER a reason to be sad. Ever. Never ever ever ever. Moping around about stuff is stupid. Letting things get drawn out is stupid. Yes, i know it's virtually impossible to let some things NOT make you sad (i.e. breakups, divorce, death, etc.). But there should be a better way for us to deal with it than to bathe in the shitty emotions that are 'expected' with something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that if something shitty happens, get over it as fast as you can. Get your mind on the right path because no matter what the situation is for you, odds are you can't do anything about it, and your life will continue either way. Shit's gonna happen, and if you let it effect you for longer than it should, you're taking precious moments out of YOUR life for nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You (and I) should work on accepting things the way that they happen and moving on as soon as you can. And there are entirely different ways to deal with every situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the hardest ones is death. People expect you to be morbidly upset for a while if someone you were close to dies. But why? that's the cliche. Death is natural, and it's going to happen. I'm not trying to all, 'whatever' about someone dying, but really. What does making yourself feel like shit about it for weeks, or months do to help anyone? Be happy that they lived a great life, and be happy that you had them in your life. You know that they weren't going to be around forever. Accept that there's nothing that can be done about it, and be happy for the time you had, because you'll never be able to enjoy those moments again if you concentrate on moments you never had with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's just one example, here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So work on being able to move on as fast as you can because there's ALWAYS so much you can be happy about. ALWAYS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point in all this is very very simple. Never let people talk about you saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;that was a rough time in their life"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-6307864482074199093?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6307864482074199093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=6307864482074199093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/6307864482074199093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/6307864482074199093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2009/09/accepting-whats-happening-and-dealing.html' title='Accepting What&apos;s Happening. And Dealing With it.'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-5734027523423911796</id><published>2009-08-27T01:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:41:52.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People. And What they mean.</title><content type='html'>It's funny that a random thing such as a part of a movie can trigger such a ridiculous response. anyhow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People come and go in your life. a lot of people we would rather that they not go, but we have to accept that they have to go. Theres a lot of people even from high school that i wish i was still in contact with. but I learned to let them go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let me reassure you this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could be as prepared as possible, and as accepting as possible, and as sure as possible that you're done with that concept, and that if it happens again youll be fine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you'll never be okay with the situation when its happening. All you can do is enjoy the time you have with people while either &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) theyre on this earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or b) theyre in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all you can do is enjoy that time. dont try to hold on too hard. itll push them away faster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mark my words on this people. i know where i'm coming from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if someones on their way out, let them go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to hold on only makes it burn more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love all my friends so much more than they know. and when its our time to part.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who knows what ill do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-5734027523423911796?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/5734027523423911796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=5734027523423911796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/5734027523423911796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/5734027523423911796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2009/08/people-and-what-they-mean.html' title='People. And What they mean.'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-6922281806695191718</id><published>2009-08-15T02:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:15:57.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motives.</title><content type='html'>Wow. what goes on in people's heads. why do they do what they do. why do they let what happens to them happen. We as people have so much more control than we let ourselves believe, yet we still make dumb decisions and bad shit happens to us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's say like, people get involved with people that they are unsure about. WHY. why even bother. what is it that goes into your head that says to you, 'okay. this guy isnt an asshole. i dont care what people say.' when you know. dude's an ass. and youre going to be treated worse than the next loogie he spits on the ground. and you let. it. happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats the thing. people do too much of that. letting it happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people in bad relationships are always overly optimistic that things will get better, and wait for that BIG moment to happen so they can break it off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what are you waiting for? why cant you just be like. 'not working out. k. peace.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what are you girls' motives. what is it. what do you look for in a guy that seems to always be masked by the fact that that dude is a total dickhead. what drives you to continue looking for guys that feel like treating you like shit is the best way to go about the relationship? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and why do you stay there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-6922281806695191718?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6922281806695191718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=6922281806695191718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/6922281806695191718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/6922281806695191718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2009/08/motives.html' title='Motives.'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-5861692422994853599</id><published>2009-02-08T23:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:00:35.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;press play, then read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsD6uEZsIsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsD6uEZsIsU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;life is crazy isn't it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like for real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came to a slight realization. people are a lot deeper than they let off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people get this look on their face every once in a while ready...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just that little face, that little expression of emotion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that freaking tiny little smile people show sometimes. but thats not where the power lies, oh no. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats not where the beauty is. the emotion. again, the power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a simple smirk, eyes gleaming. it's not meant to be shown. when we see it, we're emotionally trespassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but oh, it is a BEAUTIFUL TRESPASS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These faces, the pouring out of emotion, the happiness that is seen in the eyes from this look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's all about small things. people have said 'his face lit up when.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;da da dadada...' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my favorite. it's such a well kept secret being released vicariously through these squishy white planets inside our heads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people keep these gorgeous things to themselves. tiny little smirks, and a biography in the eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so tell me. what makes you get this feeling? post anonymously . it'll feel good. trust me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-5861692422994853599?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/5861692422994853599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=5861692422994853599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/5861692422994853599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/5861692422994853599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-4506198440198476598</id><published>2009-02-07T00:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:44:39.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Face It.</title><content type='html'>So that got me thinking. When people close to us screw us over or hurt us in some kind of way, we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt; them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they screw us over again, we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they decide it'd be cool to screw us over again, we  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt;  them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think you get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurtful relationships aren't good for us, yet we still suffer through them. But why? Why is it that humans thrive on hurt? I think we need to make a step towards letting people go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to work on saying "look... you suck as a friend. peace dude"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, i dont even know. When will it get to the point where enough is enough an people can realize that suffering through getting hurt constantly isn't worth ANY amount of good that comes from a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So really, people. For yourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you feel like a friend is always hurting you, or anyone who's "close" to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FACE IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you don't need that. get out. get out quick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's better for you out there. I promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-4506198440198476598?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4506198440198476598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=4506198440198476598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/4506198440198476598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/4506198440198476598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/face-it.html' title='Face It.'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-4686352968262937744</id><published>2009-02-07T00:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:32:12.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You Wish You Never Heard</title><content type='html'>Somethings are like daggers in your ears and you wish they could be taken back and forgotten. Along the same lines, there are things you wish you never said. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, a friend of mine for years upon years has destroyed our friendship with a simple conjuncture of words. This kid made a comment to me that was so unlike him, so hypocritical, and so across-the-line that he absolutely cannot and will not be forgiven. I forgive alot. This statement hurt so badly that it twisted my gut and I verbally exploded in a way that i lost control of myself in what i said in response. I have never felt that much disgust in something that someone has said to me before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is. Learn to let people/friends go on instinct, and learn when to stop giving second chances. Some people just aren't meant to be your friend. Face the truth as much as it sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...new post coming instantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-4686352968262937744?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4686352968262937744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=4686352968262937744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/4686352968262937744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/4686352968262937744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-you-wish-you-never-heard.html' title='Things You Wish You Never Heard'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-5372803420668103126</id><published>2009-01-18T22:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:37:48.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here and Now is the most important place and time that could ever happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living Here and Now. I wish I could just find more happiness with what I already have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll follow these words too: Always be happy, because there's never a reason not to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's see how that goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-5372803420668103126?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/5372803420668103126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=5372803420668103126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/5372803420668103126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/5372803420668103126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-and-now.html' title='Here and Now.'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-5066387423750110030</id><published>2008-12-31T00:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:55:08.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>We love love. everyone wants love, and not necessarily a romantic relationship sort of love, but love from anyone and anywhere. But i feel like sometimes that romantic relationship is so overshadowed and just missed because people think that just being with someone is love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its such a deep thing, its not something you can go looking for, i've realized. it finds you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so even as i write this i realize things. Don't look for love. the love is gonna find you. it isnt something you can be like. hmm, i wish i was in love, im gonna go try and see if i can find a boyfriend/girlfriend. it can't be, well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we kinda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like each other, maybe it will grow and we'll love each other. that doesnt work as good. because heres a big problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you try to woo someone, and you try to get someone to like you, its a big giant deception, because you will more or less try to be fake for the most part to make them like you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this lie and fake person is going to be what that person falls in love with, and its a one sided relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing to do is just be yourself at all times, and if someone doesnt like something about how you decide to live your life, thats not who you should be sharing love with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;point being. let love happen, be yourself, and just be happy, because NO ONE loves stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there will be more to this. im not focused right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-5066387423750110030?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/5066387423750110030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=5066387423750110030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/5066387423750110030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/5066387423750110030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-733674445406830685</id><published>2008-12-07T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:25:19.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most true lyric ever written.</title><content type='html'>Here I am to Worship. The bridge of this song just smacked me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never know how much it cost to see my sins upon that cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-733674445406830685?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/733674445406830685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=733674445406830685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/733674445406830685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/733674445406830685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2008/12/most-true-lyric-ever-written.html' title='The most true lyric ever written.'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-8475637847003407658</id><published>2008-11-30T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:17:29.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chances come and go. Opportunities arise the you never expect to even be possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When something happens that knocks us off of our feet, se never know how to react to it. It seems like every fathomable thing that could happen never does, and the most ridiculous things do happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have chosen to live my life what many people would call "different". I am sound in my morals and I very rarely go against them. But this might be why I'm not happy enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be quite honest there are things I wish that I had, and cannot think of anything else I can do in order to gain these things. The only fathomable way would be to go against my morals. I'm not about to do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have chances to get what I want, and in not taking he chances, I am essentially following my morals, and you might say I'm blocking my shot. But how can you block a shot if no one takes one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is that I am not blocking my shot, I'm simply not taking it. And I'm not taking it because i do not. DO NOT. Want to sink to a level that isn't me to get something that I don't even NEED. Just something that I WANT alot. Point being, I have to stick to Isaiah 40:31 and wait. I need to be patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it comes to this certain thing, I'm thick skinned as it is because I've taken the abuse that it has dealt me. It kills all the time. It hurts like a bitch. But my only options are to sink to a lower level or simply wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never become the Boy that Blocked His Own Shot. I take chances that keep me sound in my morals. And if I wind up missing, I just get another ball and take another shot when I'm open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never. Ever. Ever. become that boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-8475637847003407658?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/8475637847003407658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=8475637847003407658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/8475637847003407658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/8475637847003407658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/boy-who-blocked-his-own-shot.html' title='The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-310182493968979190</id><published>2008-11-14T15:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:10:26.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Believe ME!!!</title><content type='html'>So yeah.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks when you tell people things and they don't believe you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really sucks if you went through it, and your advice is completely relevant and helpful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like people don't like help. They like fixing things themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't always have to learn the hard way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If people give advice and they know where you're coming from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to that shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-310182493968979190?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/310182493968979190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=310182493968979190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/310182493968979190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/310182493968979190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-believe-me.html' title='Please Believe ME!!!'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-8020281775744116636</id><published>2008-11-14T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:57:44.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the wind, watch it blow. What does that mean, dude?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. It's a part of some lyrics that I wrote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gently swinging, here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the wind, watch it blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my life, watch it fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the end, once and for all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's more or less that life goes by, and the drastic, life changing, extremely important things, well.... they sort of just happen. You can't really control them. You don't really have a say in those things, for example a death, or a disease, or someone lying to you, or people being fake about certain things. All you can do is just watch this thing go by you, and sometimes it sweeps you up and takes you with it. And it's just about dealing with shit. No one likes to do it, and everyone likes to avoid it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the basis of this. It's just a matter of being able to sit down and be like. Okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my problem, and here's the source of my depression/anger/etc. I need to deal with this, because whining and complaining and suffering isn't helping it go away. People don't like the idea of facing their problems, because, yes, it could get messy. But dealing with something worse for a short period of time is better than dealing with one bad thing forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read that again it's a little tricky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is that people do too much settling. They settle with how things are, when things could always be better than they are. Always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so just accepting the fact that things are going downhill, you watch your life fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you fall into this sadness or anger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before you know it. You are going to die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot fathom the idea of dying depressed. Dying angry at someone. Dying sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These emotions don't have to control you. But they do. It's hard to take control of yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some things can't be controlled. So Do Not Try To. Just wait. He's got it controlled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But serenity and peace come from a situation being controlled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the picture, you might ask, why a bird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a thing about wings. They're incredible. Most of the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wings = flight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about flying. wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so the biggest thing about flight for me is Isaiah 40:31.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will run and not grow weary, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they will walk and not be faint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just incredible to me. Just having that strength is unbelievable, and no one seems to accept this power. It deals with every situation. It simply means this. If you don't have it under control....He does. He's got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's Got It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-8020281775744116636?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/8020281775744116636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=8020281775744116636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/8020281775744116636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/8020281775744116636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/explanation.html' title='Explanation.'/><author><name>Matt Anastasia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216960273463923087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124317763303842592.post-2875979077606844489</id><published>2008-11-14T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:37:29.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the Wind. Watch it Blow.</title><content type='html'>So I have a lot of things to say. All of the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend just showed me his blog. It inspired me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this will be my glass in which i pour myself into when there is no where else to pour. Poems, lyrics, songs, parts of songs, feelings, whatever. This will be where you see the real me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may say things that you don't agree with. I may say things that inspire you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may change your life. Who knows. I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that within each post you read, at least one sentence...no..... at least one WORD will make you think. Never go into one of my postings expecting not to be moved by what I'm feeling. This blog is going to be a complete emotional excursion, and I'd like to take as many people as I can with me, so maybe someone will understand what I'm thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's learn to look past the exterior and accept what people are inside. Emotions are the very intensity that is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Matthew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124317763303842592-2875979077606844489?l=heresthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2875979077606844489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1124317763303842592&amp;postID=2875979077606844489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/2875979077606844489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124317763303842592/posts/default/2875979077606844489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heresthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/heres-wind-watch-it-blow.html' title='Here&apos;s the Wind. 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