It's me

I've been hiding behind the pen name "Donald Driver" but I am really Logan Reese. I am proud of who I am and I am confident in people knowing about my life and getting outside of my comfort zone.

I am Logan Reese. NOT Donald Driver.

Remember

I remember when all I wanted to be when I grew up was someone who played basketball AND football on TV

I remember when the hardest things seemed so simple and the simple things were the hardest

I remember when I played soccer just because I was faster than any other kid on the block

I remember when I got lost riding my bike around the block. I remember my mom crying when she found me

I remember trying to be nice to everyone and getting mad at bullies

I remember taking care of 4 little siblings as a 6 year old and feeling like an adult

I remember when anything could make me happy and I was so easily entertained

I remember when life was easy

I remember when all I wanted was to grow up and be a teenager

Now all I want is to be a little kid again

I guess the grass is always greener on the other side

Time Flies

Dear Donald-

I don't know where you found her, but don't lose her. 

I pound and swell up every time she touches you.

I grow every time she speaks.

Her arms may be around you but it's her eyes that pull you in.

Trust me, I know. I go through this every day.

The closer she gets to you the faster I beat.

And stop worrying about the freaking future.

You're missing the moments in the now.

You need to have more trust in me. I am your heart gosh dangit.

As long as you eat, breath and sleep I can take you where you want to go.

Everything will work out, I promise.

 

Sincerely, 

your one and only-  Heart

NaTuRe

I am obsessed with nature, with the wilderness, with the outdoors.

I love getting outside. 

I'm not just talking about outside my house.

I love getting outside the city, outside cell phone reach, outside my comfort zone.

There is something about the peace of nature that brings happiness to a bad day. Something about it refocuses my thoughts.

I like being alone and out of reach. But not completely alone. I'm the kind of guy that needs his space from the world but also wants someone to be out there with him. It gives me the balance of FREEDOM and COMFORT. 

Nature brings a special peace that you can't find while cars are honking and cell phones are ringing.

Sometimes even being separated from the world brings me closer to the people in it.

Death=Endings

I believe in a life after DEATH. But that still means there has to be an END to this life.

Last week-

I was still playing football

Last week-

I knew this would be my LAST season

I knew that it would all come to an END

I was not afraid

I was ready for a BREAK anyway

Last week-

I didn't think that this BREAK could be an END

I didn't know it really could END

I didn't even know what ELSE there is

Last week-

I didn't know it would HURT this bad

I thought I would enjoy some time OFF

Now, I want it all BACK

It didn't hit me that I would NEVER play high school football again until that FINAL whistle.

I think I now understand the CONCEPT of DEATH a little better 

Football is all I do

But everything has an end

I've lived the same practice schedule life since 4th grade.

But everything has an end

I'm NOT a crier.

But everything has an end

I thought football would LAST forever.

But everything has an end

A life full of endings is a life full of deaths,

I am just grateful to know that there is a life after this death.

Things I Hate

Waking up in the middle of the night

     Being lied to

            Writing huge papers for school

      Being too cold

   Being too hot

Listening to long lectures

                        Trying to get a job

      Suicide

            

             Not getting enough sleep

Leg cramps

      Losing in any way

Getting a bad grade

           People telling me what to do

      Negativity

                               Disneyland

    Hate lists

            

  

Afraid

I'm not afraid to tell people how I feel

      I am afraid of heights

I'm not afraid of sickness or death

      I am afraid of my loved ones dying

I'm not afraid of doing hard things

      I am afraid of snakes

I'm not afraid of taking risks 

      I am afraid of hurting people physically and emotionally

I'm not afraid to be made fun of

      I am afraid my future won't turn out the way I plan it to in my head

I'm not afraid of God

But

      I fear God

Growing Up

College

Mission

Football

Living on my own

Future family

Career

There's so much to prepare for that us seniors are going to be experiencing within the next several years and sometimes it's stressful to think about and sometimes it's exciting!

I just wish I could focus more on living in the moment.

One of my biggest fears is that I'm going to look back at my senior year as an adult and wish I would have worried less about my future and lived in the moment.

I want to remember my senior year as something more than just a preparation or planning year ya know?

How to catch a football; Game Situation

1. Good stance/eyes up

2. Explode of the line

3. Sperate yourself from the DB

4. Look back at the QB/expect the ball

5. Find the ball and lock eyes on it

6. Squeeze ball and tuck (high and tight)

7. Get up field!

8. WAKE UP. You didn't even get put in...

9. Get pissed off

10. Work harder 

11. Run faster

12. Do anything/everything to get put in

13. Get a positive attitude 

14. Seek your opportunity

15. Steps 1-7

16. Score

17. Repeat

What I love about fall

Football (duh)

-practice

-college football

-Friday night lights

Fall colors

Warm days/cold nights 

Halloween

Scary movies

Snuggling

Sweatshirts 

Sweats 

Hunting

New school year

Thanksgiving

Not super cold yet

No super hot days

Candy

Pie

Parties

Crisp air

Hot Chocolate

Jackolanterns

Hot dates

Leaves

Costumes

Soup

Corn on the cob

Bon fires

Camping 

Family time

Haunted houses

Trick or treating 

Day light savings

Scary stories

Monday night football

It's not spring

Opposition

If there were no differences in life then there would be nothing good or bad...

If we didn't ever feel sad or mad we could never feel happy.

If we never felt stressed or nervous we wouldn't know what a calming feeling was like.

You get the point...

Opposition sucks but is great at the same time. It requires us to have pain in order for us to feel joy. 

We all have to go through the bad stuff so let's not make it any harder than it needs to be.

Go help someone. Be there for someone who is struggling because you never know the difference you could make.

Without even knowing it, you could be the good opposition in life someone has been so desperately searching for.

Brix

What the heck is a brick anyway?!

Some hard thing that is used in building stuff I guess.

But nothing is made of bricks anymore. That's so old fashioned. Using bricks to build something is like

Using a flip phone 

Or

Getting on Facebook

Or

Using the word "dandy"

Or 

Walking to school

Or

Perming your hair

Well you might say "there's still some people left that do those things!"

Then I would say "yes, there's still a few people who drive stick shift too"

Some of the coolest buildings are made out of bricks. 

Some of the coolest people have to walk to school still.

The world may change but that doesn't require the people in the world to follow.

Be different.

Brix.

Appreciate

I lay here in my backyard. 

Observing.

Trees over my head. Dark green, yellow, light green, and dark green leaved trees.

It's rare that I take a chance to lie down and relax, just enjoy what's around me.

I rarely take the time to look around myself and be grateful for what I have.

Life is so beautiful when you take the time to acknowledge all that we have been given.

I take a second to listen... Birds are chirping, leaves are rustling in the wind, the neighbors lawn mower is running, and I hear some kids playing next door, screaming and laughing like they do, then I hear something else....

I can faintly hear a piano tune being played... It's a happy tune. Not something I would dance to but something that would put a smile on my face as I fell asleep. 

I realize the song is being played from inside my house... I get up and look through the window.

It's me.

I see myself playing the piano.

Man I need to keep practicing...

I watch myself slowly disappear as the happy tune turned into a sad tune that needs practice.

I realize that I can appreciate just about anything, but my own talents.

I walk inside and sit down in front of the carnivorus piano.

This time it's me.

It May Not Be Much

He is sad. She is mad. They are poor.

She is lonely. They are hungry. He is sick.

I walk around observing humans in this world.

It's not hard to notice that everyone experiences grief or pain. I wish there was something I could do.

Come inside its starting to rain. My home isn't much, but I'm talking to you. It may not be much but let me explain, believe it or not I have felt this too.

Take some money, take some clothes, it may not be much but I have nothing to gain.

 

I used to be so selfish so let me help you.

I want to be good.

I want to be new.

Home Sweet Home

Love is a house.

You build love. You take care of love. And sometimes without your control, love burns to the ground.

Love can look great from the outside and if you're lucky, love is better on the inside. Love takes care of all your needs if you put work into it. 

Love is full of unforgettable pictures, shoes, and mirrors. Love will usually have a nice car parked in the garage, letting you travel outside of love every so often.

Don't leave love for long or you'll become home sick. But don't worry! There's nothing wrong with a vacation! Go explore and see the world. You'll only come to love your own love more.

Love provides a place for you to go after a long hard day. Only you have the key to love. But you can't hold onto it forever.

Naturally you will give your key to someone else because your love is lonely. You will trust someone with this key and they will promise to keep it safe.

Sometimes love needs repairs and maintenance. But as long as you have a trustworthy key holder. You'll always be able to get in.

You build love. You take care of love. And sometimes without your control, love burns to the ground. 

But if things go your way. 

Your love becomes a home.

Social Media

Why is it so important in our generation to have a certain amount of followers or a certain amount of likes or favorites? Why do we let this define us? Why do we want or not want this to define us?

Social media is taking over the world.

It often controls us when we should be controlling it. 

We just want to be accepted don't we? We want society to look at us and say wow they're attractive or wow they're popular or dang they're super cool!

Naturally we want to be accepted. There's nothing wrong with that.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to be accepted.

People want more friends or maybe just a friend. People want other people to be attracted to them or maybe just to receive a nice compliment.

Social media is a way for people to live behind the screen, sometimes people like their social media life more than they do their own.

But you see...the problem with this is that people of our society want to be accepted so badly that social media is taking over their lives.

I am not an acception to my comments previously made, I am just like everyone else. How can I be different? How can I do something that I like without being looked at different? The balance is hard to find and often times doesn't make sense.

Is social media good?

Is it going in a good direction?

Are we controlled by our social media possessed phones?

Where is this going to take the next generation?

Humans

What makes us human? 

I think being born, coming from a mothers womb as an infant makes us human. That's how we are made anyway!

What isn't human? 

Animals

Robots

Plants

Things that don't breathe

I know I'm not an animal because I have the ability to reason, think, and make choices instead of act by instinct.

I know I'm not a robot because I have emotions, good and bad, and I breathe without thinking.

I know I'm not a plant because I can run around and jump and cry, all things that humans do.

Humans are different than anything else because of their peculiar brains. The human brain is an impressive thing and I know that I have one because I am different.

A message for high school bullies

What is school. A place of misery. Not my misery! But watching others live in misery. Day in and day out I watch people come to school wishing they were elsewhere. Sure most everyone can agree that education is good and we all need it. But when you put 2000+ humans that are trying to figure out who they are in this world in the same building for 30+ hours a week, it become hectic. High school is way more than education. It's all about learning to survive socially.

People bully.

Why do people bully?! I HATE bullies!!!!!! They deserve no respect. They're just insecure teenagers that have no sympathy for those on the same high school journey as them. School would be so much less miserable for bullies and those who are bullied if we all just opened our eyes and realized that because of the selfishness that is naturally inside of us we aren't truly happy. Happiness and misery can't exist at the same time! Choose to be happy at school. Choose this by putting a stop to bullying and a start to selflessness. It's going to be a long journey for those who can't figure that out.

Crayons

Crayons come in a variety of colors. Some are very beautiful colors, especially when used together. Others, not so much. How would you feel to be that one crayon that nobody used unless they're trying to draw something very different or gross? There's always those one or two colors in the box that you just look at and say, "why?"

What if you were that one crayon? What if you were someone that people just looked at and said, "why?" Maybe you are. I know that sometimes I am the person who people look at and think I'm worthless or maybe my color cannot help this picture. Sometimes I am that crayon that has no hope to be a part of the idea on a page. I wish that every crayon could be used in every picture. Who has the right to say that a certain crayon doesn't belong in a drawing? How do you think it makes that crayon feel? Why is the crayon even in the box?

There's no worse feeling than watching all your colorful friends work their magic on a page without you. Let us invite all colors to our drawing. Who knows what we could create!

Let Me Introduce Myself

I am here because I want to make a difference.

I like to help people.

But maybe, the one who needs the most help from me is me.

Welcome to the blog of Donald Driver~

I tend to prove certain people wrong and give the others hope. I am sneaky and can find a way around just about anything. Don't tell me I can't do something because then I will show you otherwise or die trying. Donald was often doubted and looked down upon. Few people expected anything great from him but every doubt that was thrown at him he caught and held onto, this drove him to become great. 

Those who know me, trust me.
Let me earn your trust.