Rainy days and bright green fields.

So here I sit, listening to the rain fall on the steps of my front porch, and all I can think about is the past. I sometimes wonder if we can really excape our past? Or are we all tied to and forever connected to the events and people we have had a chance to meet. I think we are always going to be prisoner's to our past. It's in everything, the fields are green because we received a lot of rain last month. Had it been 100 degrees Fahrenheit and dry the fields would be more of a yellow. I think the past is always going to hold an effect on the future. I just hope for more rainy days so someday my fields will shine the brightest green for some lucky girl. All in all though, I'm perfectly ok being alone. That way I can go down whatever road presents itself no strings attached. I know there are things inside of me that will always allow me happiness no matter what the weather conditions or situation may be. We are so resillient and we are alive, maybe for the first and last time, why waste life on things that don't matter? Why do we even take the time to yawn? There is so much to do, so little time, tomorrow I will make a grand start to putting a stop to commonplace ideals and running like mad to anyone with a creative mind who has a burst of life in them.