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Sunday, December 20, 2009

"...you never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth..."

Sometimes we leave.

We move to a new place, a new school, new friends, new family, new aspirations, new love, new us. But everywhere we go, we attach a little piece of ourselves. And when we leave, we leave that piece. Sometimes it's huge- a childhood home, the school you've been in for the past 9 years, a family you've lived with. Sometimes it's small- a bench you sat on, a tree you climbed often, a drink you used to like. Sometimes it's gradual- a blog you write on less and less.

Too often we don't know we've lost ourselves until we sit on that bench or climb that tree. Even more so, we slowly feel lost or empty and don't remember where we left the pieces. But there are times when we are too scared to go back- we are scared that we'll never get those pieces back, we are scared that things have changed and those old feelings will have disappeared. We are scared that it will hurt more to go back to those once-upon-a-time feelings than if we feel lost forever.

It isn't true, though.

We leave ignorance, innocence and youth behind every second. We will never get it back. What we have to remember is that things will never look or feel or be the same the second time around. Every moment is unique, even the bad ones. And if we spend our lives trying to get old moments back, we'll never have the moments we're living now.

So I can sit here and regret all the time I avoided my blog because I thought I wouldn't have enough time to write/I didn't have anything interesting enough to say/I was tired/I thought my blogger friends had left me. Or I can welcome myself back, dust off the old posts, put my fingers to the keyboard, and type.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

"...time is never time at all..."

I have so little time these days. I am so sorry about my disappearing act, but school, funeral, seminary, voice lessons, chorus, and HOMEWORK oh my goodness! I miss my blogs like CRAZZYY and my all fave blogs/bloggers too, but I'm going to have to stay hidden for a little while longer!!! Love you all, and miss your blogz!!


Until life is calm,
Savy <3

Thursday, August 27, 2009

"When there's no where else to run, is there room for one more song?..."

Thank you cowgirl4christ for this award <3


I would like to present this award to 3 inspirational bloggers for 4 very inspirational blogs:

cowgirl4christ for her blog Keep On Living.

Amy for her blog My Pointe Of View

Amy and cowgirl4christ for their blog Our.Inspiration.<3

meh for her blog Neon City Lights

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Inspiration is a strange thing. It comes in many forms and is, in many ways, very unexpected. Inspiration is the rock for all good ideas, all success, all dreams. Inspiration can change a person in an instant. It can change the world in an instant. Inspiration builds love and respect. It saves lives and makes lives. It's what defines a person.

A person very recently has inspired me with the most simplest of statements ever said:

"Keep singing!" ~Adam Lambert

Recently while I was in DC I went to the American Idols Live! Tour concert at the Verizon Center. It was amazing, Adam was absolutely divine <3

While waiting backstage for him to come out, I met a guy named CJ. We are now friends and I just want to give a shout out to him :)

So Adam did not come out and my mom and I went back to the hotel in despair. We stopped at CVS to get some drinks and as we came out we saw their silver tour bus. And people. And SCREAMING! SO we ran, but were seconds too late. It turns out that the top 10 American Idol people were staying in the hotel across the street from us! I could see into Adam and Allison's room from my hotel window! It was INCREDIBLE!

So morning comes and we figure they're gone. We searched everywhere, no Adam. It's 12pm about, and we walk out of our hotel, depressed and unprepared for what we were about to experience.

We cross the street. We see the tour buses (3 of them). We see Scott and his brother standing out side the hotel. So long story short we got to say hi to all of them (except Anoop who was already on the bus :'( ) And I got my picture with ADAM! I was star-struck. I even forgot to ask for his autograph (I am SO mad about that!!!). So I had an AMAZING time! And when he walked away he said "Keep singing!". That I will do <3

So I've been to NH to visit my friends and then NC to visit family and more friends. My amazing trip to DC was after that, I got to go to Myrtle Beach and Aruba with my mom following DC <3

And that's why I haven't been posting! I greatly apologize and ask for forgiveness! I PROMISE to write more! I have A LOT to say, but I have to go update my other blog now! I love you all!

It feels good to be back :)

Thursday, July 9, 2009

"...if you can't control the beast that dwells inside it will find its place somehow, somewhere in time..."

Suppression is hard. Being judged is hard. Being forced to be someone you're not is hard. Living in a world of ignorance is hard.

I've read books and watched movies about things of such nature. I always thought about how if I was in that situation, I would stick to who I was, I would not care what other people thought of me. I realize, though, that where you live has a huge impact.

New York City is lively and diverse. You can find a strong pride for every race, religion, culture, sexuality, you name it. There are neighborhoods for EVERYTHING and everyone yet it's diverse where ever you go.

Davie County, not so much. Southern and Midwestern states (sorry to be stereotypical, but it's the truth) tend to be much more conservative and hush hush about anything or anyone that may "rock the boat". That's where all those heartbreaking stories of fighting suppression in the struggle for self-discovery come from.

Davie County, North Carolina is where I am now. I've never had a more depressing revelation. I, who live in New York City, am only staying for 2 weeks and are already expected to be different, feel the pressure to succumb to "normal" society. It's really hard. So much talk of hate towards Mexicans and black people, gay people, people with tattoos and piercings, people who marry someone different, hatred toward other countries, degrading speak of anyone who is not a white, straight, Christian. Even degrading and ignorant talk about women.

I feel like everything I do is wrong and nothing I do will be enough to win the respect of those around me. I have to win every badmitton game I play, every fight I have with my cousin (all in fun, I promise), lift everything, clean everything, do things that are painful or take a lot of strength and courage just to prove myself worthy. Just to prove that I'm not some stuck up city girl. Just to prove that I'm not a scared prissy girly girl. Just to prove that women can be just as strong as men, do just as much. But it only goes so far.

One slip of the tongue, one failure, one flaw, one crack in my armor is filled with sarcastic and demeaning comments, laughter, the dark enjoyment of watching me fail to show the world all that I am [not].

The jokes, the laughter, the "good humored" remarks wear away continuously at people's pride. I understand how people who live and grow up in these places wear painted smiles and sing bulletproof notes of joy.

When I meet friends and family, walk down the street, people stare with cold judgmental eyes. The air is thick with lies, gossip and hidden feelings blanketed with carefree ignorance. It makes me want to cry when everything anyone says has the same tone, the same intention. Words are carefully cropped to fit into the mold of society and not show feeling. Feelings and thoughts are carefully locked away. Conversations go no deeper than your skin. The worst, sickening part is that there is no escape. When you tell your friends a secret, you leave out what they shouldn't know. When an idea sparks in your head, you can't tell mommy the whole thing. If you feel bad about doing something, you mention it with no real strength, no intention. Every emotion is locked inside and no one every tells the real story, not even when it matters. Not even to themselves.

No wonder being different is out casted. Wearing, thinking, saying, etc. different things is a way of expression. Showing how you feel. Unacceptable. It's a world of painted smiles and glass eyes living in a field of fear in the dark, overgrown with ignorance, lost ambition and dreams long dead and buried. Eat, work, farm, drive, smile, sleep, and avoid the opinions and ideas burning in your head. Fear the unknown=avoid the unknown=ignorance=lazy selfishness.

Ignorance stops progress. Ignorance kills love. Ignorance is the root of dysfunction. Ignorance hurts the educated. Ignorance is easy. Ignorance is safe (or at least we can pretend it is). Ignorance causes pain. Ignorance causes conflict. Ignorance is Satan's discrete and virtually undetectable way of causing havoc, hatred and war.

Ignorance is absolutely selfish.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

The Movement Of Life: Death

Death. It's such a dark, abrupt word. Such a dark, abrupt topic that is often left unspoken, undiscussed. But recently it has been a slap in the face for many people I know. And a shadow lurking for many others.

Death makes a ripple through the world and affects everyone. It affects a friend who affects a parent who affects a coworker who affects a spouse and so on. The death of a worldwide inspiration can bring people together. The death of a mutual friend helps spark new beginnings. The death of a beloved family member puts life into a new perspective.
Death puts value on life. Without death, there would be no fear of dying. Without death, there would be no well needed affect of a war or an attack. Death puts meaning and emotion into everything we do. It drives us to be the best person we can be. It helps us to set goals and work to achieve. It is how we progress, how courage comes to be, how heroism is of importance, how love makes us close our eyes and leap. Because there is an end to all things in this universe.
We have to accept death when it comes. Know that there is a rhyme and reason to all that happens and that the rhythm of life is not against you but is just simply beating. Tapping out God's lyrics to existence. We can learn a lot from death. We learn how to deal with emotional pain, how to comfort others, how to respect and enjoy life. Death is the end of a person's body, but success, achievements, relationships, souls; they are all left behind to inspire others. Death is the beginning of trials and tests for those left on Earth. A time to refresh our ideas on living.
Everything that happens is music. Everything plays into the complicated piece that continues to compose itself. The end of someone's body is a short rest or a slight key change. It changes in the smallest of ways, but has a huge impact. Death happens. Remember, though, that what happens has to happen to make music.
It may seem like the end of your score, but you're just simply turning the page.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Quick Note!

I have many thins to say, but no time to say it right now. I got a new template that I LOVE except I have to apologize for the difficulty in seeing the font. Sorry...


I will add my gadgets in soon, don't worry!

Graduation was Friday and this coming Friday is the last day of school for me, woot woot! So I will be able to post more with my new MacBook Pro :D (I love my parents <3)

Will post soon!

Friday, June 5, 2009

My Inspiration

So many things have happened. I've been so busy and swamped with things to do. Graduation is coming up, lots of final projects/tests/portfolios, chorus, Stuyvesant orientation (including my math placement test), and memories of the last nine years at my school hitting me like a truck that I'm trying to avoid.


My friend came down from New Hampshire with her two friends. We had lots of fun hanging out and exploring New York City :) We went to see Wicked together, also. For those of you who don't know, Wicked is a Broadway show that plays in the Gershwin Theater. It's incredibly expensive (as most Broadway shows are) but just amazing to watch (" "). We sat really close and even though it was my second time seeing Wicked, I was blown away. I was SO much closer than I was the first time and I was old enough to really appreciate the whole thing.

This time, though, it hit me in a way that I wasn't expecting.

Earlier before, I had been doing concerts at the Joyce theater with a select few from my chorus to sing in the beginning and end of a dance performance by the Stephen Petronio  dance company. Seeing the dancers stretch, warm up and practice before the show fascinated me and watching the bits that happened during our singing was great. I had an amazing time being in the theater and it touched me and interested me in a way I couldn't describe.

When I went to see Wicked, I had goosebumps down my arms the entire time. I was enthralled! Every note, every movement, just called to me. Watching the dancers and the singers, the different parts, the way the music and the story line fit together, the lighting, the sets, the costumes, make-up, the way the principles projected and stage whispered; it was amazing. My heart was twisting around inside my chest, I kid you not. I longed to be up there, surrounded by talent and beauty. I itched to sing my heart out on that stage. So it just hit me. I want to be in theater. I want to be in musicals.

So my goal is to start eating healthier and work out every day. Stretch every morning and every night. Start taking ballet again. Start working with my mother on my singing technique and try to convince her to get me voice lessons. I also really want to learn to play the piano and guitar, because my dream to have a band shouldn't just die!

I'm too excited about this. It's like love! Joy and happiness and willingness to take on anything life throws at me as long as I can get what want- no, what I NEED. I need this. Every fiber in my being wants this, has to have this. I know it's hard. Waking up at 5 in the morning, standing in line for an audition, putting on make-up hastily in line, warming up with the hundred other people, singing two lines while you're sick to your stomach, being told you suck and then waking up and doing it all over again. But it's worth it (in my opinion). I think you should go for your dream no matter what it takes, despite the odds.

My band is still in my mind. Why can't I do both? Theater is like the portal to the arts and I'm free to roam around as I please. So this is just another dream. No, another goal. As Adam Lambert said, "Don't they say that you dream more when there are things you aren't attaining, that you are repressing? Well, I haven't been having any dreams lately. Now I'm in a waking dream." That's my goal.

I know this has been an incredibly boring post, but  it was such a weird revelation for me. Now that I read it over, it's also kind of cheesy, but I think that's okay as you really believe what you're saying. And I really do.

Friday, April 10, 2009

"...show me what it's like to dream in black and white..."

On Monday I got to spend some time with my dad. We went to the movies together and saw Slumdog Millionaire. It was so amazing! I love that movie! It was so moving to see the slums in India and all the children and what they go through. It's really humbling considering all the things we have here in America that we take for granted.


Then we movie hopped (yes, I movie hopped with my dad. And for the record, it was his idea lol) into Watchmen. Actually, he was going to take me into The Last House On The Left, but with previous reviews of that movie coming to mind I didn't want to be scarred for life :P. So we saw Watchmen and I am sorry to say, I was very disappointed. The plot was kind of confusing at first and there was a lot of strange and unnecessary sex scenes lol. Actually, when I finally figured out exactly what was going on, I realized it was kind of boring. Especially since the only exciting part came at the very end and there was no real plot until the second half of the movie. Sorry for being so harsh on poor Watchmen, maybe it's just because I haven't read the comics. I liked Rorschach, though and the story was good, I just wish that there would have been more back round of their old crime fighting days.

So that was Monday. Wednesday, our grade took a trip to the Bronx Zoo. It was freezing cold and snowed for a majority of the trip, but it was still fun to hang out outside of school with all my friends.

Spring break has already brought a sleepover my way! Last night I went to Michael's house and Adrian, Casey, Lizzy, Michael and I played Gears Of War 2 all night long until AD (Adrian) had to leave and then us girls stayed up playing "Would You Rather..." and "If We Were Stuck On A Desert Island With People We All Knew, Who Would We Use For What?". It was really fun! We decided Casey would be used to make pretty children, Michael would tell stories and help figure out strategies and things, Lizzy would watch for boats/helicopters and be in charge of the fire, and I would burn the dead bodies. Do not ask how I got landed with that job. Particularly because I would have to tell you that it was my idea :P

I've been liking the weather in NYC lately. No one else seems to be liking it, though. Even though it's spring, it's been very cold and rainy. The weather has been my favorite this week though because it's that on-the-chilly-side temperature with that bluish gray sky. You know, that about-to-rain feeling? I love that type of weather. It's so peaceful because there's hardly anyone outside and it's very quiet (in NYC terms) and I just love to turn off all the lights in my apartment and sit in the living room with the gray light dimly illuminating the floor. I can see the reflection of the window on the floor and I sit and listen to my neighbors upstairs (?) playing the piano. This one person practices the piano a lot and it's really interesting because I can hear them getting progressively better each time they play. I'm actually listening to them right now and I really do have to say that they're getting really good, hardly any mess ups.

For some reason I find it amazing that I've been listening to this person learn piano pieces and practicing and practicing and getting really good. I can hear when they stop and redo a part ad when they get it just right. My mom used to play the piano really well when she was younger and it reminds her of practicing the same songs. I think it's fascinating to hear someone work really hard at something they love and hear them get better and better and it feels like I have this connection to this person. To think one day I could be reading about some famous concert pianist and it could be my neighbor. I know I seem to be exaggerating, but isn't that how everyone starts off? Acting out your favorite parts in movies in your room, singing in the shower and when no one's around, drawing sketches in your free time, dancing in your garage, practicing on the family piano. And then one day your an actor, a Broadway star, an artist, a ballerina, a concert pianist. And when a reporter asks you how you got started, you answer with "I always had this dream when I was a kid..."

So if they can do it, why can't we? We're kids(/teenagers), we have dreams, so what's stopping us? So many people make the mistake that their idols, their heroes, are so different from themselves. But we all have dreams, right?

So this is for fugi, my triple threat actor friend
Casey, the first woman in the Special Forces
Jason, the most famous guitarist in the world
Amy, the famous ballerina

and all of my other friends whose dreams I may not know, but may they come true no matter what!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

SPRING BREAK!

I am now on spring break! Woo hoo! SO I will have much more time to post. I've been meaning to post about a LOT of things lately, but life has been so busy! But now I have time to live life! I am off to a sleep over with Michael(for the record, she is girl)(not that it matters) and Casey, but before I go I just wanted to give a shout out to a really amazing blog by meh called Neon City Lights. I encourage you all to check it out because she writes really awesome poetry :)


TTY soon!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Bye

I've decided to end my blogger account so I wont be posting anymore. Love you guys! Good luck to you all.



















































APRIL FOOLS!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

"...this is how it's been, how it...will be..."

Hi everyone! I just wanted to say that I am in North Carolina visiting my family so I won't be posting for probably another week. Sorry for not commenting on any of your blogs, but I try to enjoy the outdoors while I can before going back to the city, so I'm not around the computer much. If I do post at all it will be on [enter creative blog title here] or The Coming Of Genius.

Have a great week!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

"...I have so much to tell if you would just open your hearts and listen..."

I got the test results back from the SHSAT today! I got into Stuyvesant and Eleanor Roosevelt! Woot woot! I got the highest test score out of all the 8th graders in my school and I was the only one who's gotten into Stuyvesant (from my school) in years! I'm so happy!


Chamber Street





You can click the link above to see some things on Chamber Street where Stuy is located. It's right next to Ground Zero! (even though I don't think there's a pic of that)
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So enough bragging, now I am going to play a music game! ("YAY!" scream all the little children)
Here are the rules:

1) Put your iPod/iTunes on shuffle.
2) Put the first line to the first 25 songs that play.
3) See if your friends can guess what song each line it's from and which artist it's by!
4) "Tag" 25 other people to do the same.

Here goes!

1. "Conquest! He was out to make a conquest..."
2. "Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention..."
3. "Last year's wishes of this year's apologies..."
4. "Hey, ain't life wonderful?..." (speaking)
5. "And if they get me and the sun..."
6. "Come save me from walking off the windowsill..."
7. "Back to the street where we began..."
8. "Glory to God on high..." (lol don't laugh)
9. "Sing it for me..."
10. "I'm starin' out into the night..."
11. (huh huh hu-uh)"You know you're not the only one..."
12. "Perfect by nature..."
13. "I'm a stitch away from making it..."
14. "This night, walk the dead..."
15. "Now I'm of consenting age..."
16. "When I was a young boy..."
17. "Stop! Take some to think, figure out what's important to you..."
18. "Sun bright morning, when this life is over I'll fly away..."

19. "Hear the sound, the angels come screaming..."
20. "Clouds are marching along..."
21. "I comb the crowd and pick you out..."
22. "Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of 'best friends'..."
23. "A daydream spills from my corked head..."
24. (oh oh oh...)"I'm not a crybaby, I'm the crybaby..."
25. "It's down to this, I've got to make this life make sense..."

I can't really tag 25 people, but this is who I am tagging :)

Amy
cowgirl4christ
Cursed
Mariposa
Fugi

Saturday, January 31, 2009

100 already?

Wow I just noticed that my last post (not this one) was my 100th post. Whoa. This blog has been through so much. I've changed so much from when I started to now, it's amazing. Well, I do have some stuff to write, but my camera is not available at the moment and pictures are crucial for what I feel like writing about. Speaking of pictures, my profile picture is now an actual picture of myself (which I NEVER do) and my new haircut (which would shock you if you knew what I looked like with long hair). So until next time! 101! Only an eternity more to go! :P


Oh, and I find out my results for the SHSAT on Thursday. Ah!

And HAPPY SUPERBOWL!

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Tag! I'm it! (again)

I have been tagged! But this time it's a little different than the "six weird things about you". This time it's a questionnaire! I have been tagged by Cursed (haha that sounds funny :p) and have tagged the following people:


1. What is your occupation right now? : Student, musician, poet
2. What color are your socks right now?
 : No socks on :P
3. What are you listening to right now?
 : nothing right now (which is unusual for me)
4. What was the last thing that you ate? : A patty melt, but right now I'm drinking hot chocolate! :D
5. Can you drive a stick shift?
 : no. 17 seems like very far away...
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
 : Casey probably. Oh wait scratch that, I just talked to my dad like 5 seconds ago, lol
7. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
 : Yep! As well as I know her which I have to admit isn't very well, lol
8. How old are you today? : 13
9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?
 : tennis :)
10. What is your favorite drink? : hot chocolate (yum)
11. Have you ever dyed your hair? 
: No but I hope to soon! (black)
12. Favorite food?
 : Oh I don't know.
13. What is the last movie you saw?
 : The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button (it was amazing!) 
14. Favorite day of the year?
 : February 29 :)
15. How do you vent anger?
 : MUSIC!
16. What is your favorite season?
 : Fall
17. Cherries or Blueberries?
 : blueberries
18. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back?
 : huh?
19. How many sibs do u have?
 : zero
20. When was the last time you cried?
 : hmm I don't know 
21. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to?
 : Casey
22. What did you do last night?
 : watched Dexter (season 2)
23. What are you most afraid of?
 : being peer pressured into being someone I'm not
24. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers?
 : cheese!
25. Favorite dog breed?
 :  French bulldog or pug
26. Favorite day of the week?
 : Saturday
27. How many states have you lived in?
 : 1
28. Diamonds or pearls?
 : diamonds <3
29. What is your favorite flower?
 : either black or white roses, or white calla lilies (I can't decide!)

So if I tagged you then have fun answering these questions! That's all I have for today. Have a great Sunday (and rest of the week)!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Blog Awards!

Yay! I have been awarded a Fabulous Blog Award by both Amy and cowgirl4christ! I feel so loved! So here are my instructions and your instructions, too if you are on my top 10 fabulous blogs!

1. Put the logo on your blog or post.
2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which you think are fabulous.
3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.
4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.
5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.

So here are my 10 fabulous blogs:




cowgirl4christ
cowgirl4christ

My Pointe Of View
Amy

music.is.life
cowgirl4christ, Reno, and Amy

Our.Inspiration.<3
Amy and cowgirl4christ

Behind this Mask
Mariposa

Neon City Lights
Meh

A G!rl L!ke Me
Cursed

Our White Noise
White Noise

My Chemical Romance
Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Bob Bryar, and Frank Iero

Thank You MCR
fans of My Chemical Romance


I know the last 2 kind of don't count, but I figured MCR's website is written like a blog anyway and I also ran out of blogs to put :P

Thank you so much to cowgirl4christ and Amy!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Congratulations Mr. President!

Congratulations President Barack Obama!


I am so proud of America. I am so proud of us. We deserve this and we are much overdue for a change. A real change. A change for the better; for acceptance, for respect, for unity, for peace, for love, for compromise, and for freedom. Freedom from ourselves and the boundaries we set. 40 years ago, this event wasn't even imaginable. But now it is history.
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"I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land - a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many.

They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America - they will be met. On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted - for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things - some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn. Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act - not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort - even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect.

To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages.

We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment - a moment that will define a generation - it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends - hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism - these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world...that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations."