tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986632464113465472024-02-08T13:29:12.127-05:00Silence Of ExpressionA collection of words and ideas formatted into sentences to make you laugh, cry and maybe hopefully dance.Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-21284862533487760522014-08-15T01:54:00.001-04:002014-08-15T01:54:11.901-04:00Shh<p dir="ltr">I've been enamored with idea of silence. Recently I was sitting in a small assembly hall waiting for a rather big decision to be made in life. Sitting at the front this hall there was no one else, there was no static electricity, I was not even breathing any heavier than normal. There was nothing. An empty space of nothingness where even my thoughts seemed to get shut down. <br>
Yet, and this is indescribable but I'm sure everyone will understand this. It was impossibly not silent at all. I assure you there was no chance of noise but there was still noise. Actually "still noise" sounds like a perfect way to describe it. There was almost an a low pitched ringing from the silent air. It got to a point where it was almost starting to drive me a little crazy. I was only sitting there for around five minutes and yet it kept getting louder the more I sat in the silence. I kept shifting around and readjusting and the sound never went away. Only when there was a request for my presence did it go away. Instantly too. As soon as another person joined the air the silence was back, but this time the real quiet no noise silence. <br>
This continues to get me to think. Maybe it was just the stress and anxiety I was awaiting that caused it. Maybe it was my mind constantly moving in any billion different directions. Whatever the case, I have come to realize that the silence we encounter can be soul crushing. Never can you feel more alone and uneasy than in a perfectly silent room. I've only ever experienced this inside a building and never outside. I wonder if there is some science to that. <br>
Until I discover something new I'll continue to obsess. Continue to wonder. Continue to try and enjoy the loudest silence there is.</p>
Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-27173352598514303372014-06-05T00:09:00.001-04:002014-06-05T00:09:42.651-04:00Crossfit I<p dir="ltr"> I started doing crossfit a little over 3 months ago. Oh no this is gonna be another crossfit blog oh no man. Not true but I will share some experiences from it. Crossfit has helped me achieve a new level of focus, drive and the ability to push myself even when it hurts.</p>
<p dir="ltr"> It started off with a pretty basic workout. Basic movements, mildly low reps. No set time limit, just go and push until it's over. Push I had to. Nearing the end I was sweaty and exhausted. Every synapse shooting off telling my brain to stop and me ignoring it. My stomach threatening to fight back everytime to pulled myself up for a body row. Every minute one my coaches cheering me on. A guy I've met once in my life pushing me to do my best. That is something you cannot ever forget. </p>
<p dir="ltr"> In my opinion doing crossfit is one of the best ways for a modern busy person to get in good shape. The programing teaches proper form for lifting and combines a great balance of strength and metabolic condition. With the right coaching ofcourse. So many of the awful videos I've seen out there bashing crossfit. Those forms would never be allowed in my box. </p>
<p dir="ltr"> As a tall guy working out is never gonna come easy for me. I always have to push the bar just a bit higher than everyone, my pushups have a larger range of motion to travel and as good as I should be at running pulling bodyweight is always a struggle. But in the same point if gained almost 10 lbs since I started. It also motivated to force feed myself more protein because I've always wanted to be bigger. More muscular. However you want to define it. You can only be called long and scrawny and skinny for so long in your life before you just snap and are forced to do something about it. And already I can see and feel results. Forming muscles I never knew even existed and being able to run 400m without fear of my legs giving out halfway through. </p>
<p dir="ltr"> I'll keep everyone up to date on my experiences, some good and some bad as I continue to do it. But I can't imagine going back to a normal gym anymore. You dont get the drive. That push from your members and coaches. And you don't have to push yourself as hard. Its a total body demolition derby and sometimes you just have to close your eyes, grab the bar and push past the point of giving up. </p>
Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-11052680794031928692014-06-04T23:46:00.001-04:002014-06-04T23:46:45.418-04:00Just Because...<p dir="ltr"> A lot of thoughts go through my head during a day. For instance, what am I going to eat next, do I have enough money to pay my bills and why isn't the last season of psych on netflix yet. A new thought went through my head today though. Just because I can do something doesn't mean I have to.</p>
<p dir="ltr"> I know at first it almost looks negative. Just because I have the ability to do charity work doesn't mean I should. This is not the idea of this expression that went through my mind though. I turned 21 today. I'm now legally allowed to purchase and consume adult beverages. Time to get mad wasted chyeah right? Well no, I have zero desire to drink too much. But why, why don't I want to like seemingly half the planet does. A lot has to do with my beliefs but also personal experiences. I've been with people who have drank too much and they turn into idiots. I've been hugged far too long by someone I didn't want really anything to do with, I've seen people get loud and obnoxious, I've been driven by someone in a souped up golf cart thing and ended up getting stuck between two trees, breaking a headlamp on a car from backing up into it and then getting into a cussing fight with a neighbor all because someone had too much to drink. I never should have got Into that thing in the first place... anyways.</p>
<p dir="ltr"> Back to moral of the story. I don't want to be the person I have come to despise and have no tolerance for. I've always been a happy guy. I've had tons and tons of fun without drinking. So why because I can drink should I? I also want to clear up I am going to have no problem have a couple beers at dinner or if I'm at a friends house and he makes me something but I'm not out to drink to get drunk. To fill my body with liquid fuel to have a good time. I considered not drinking at all but I have enjoyed drinks on vacation that tasted good and I see no reason to deprive myself of that. I mean other than water that we need to survive, most of my drink choice comes from flavor or if I'm eating cereal, root beer doesn't seem like a good milk substitute.</p>
<p dir="ltr"> I am just trying to bring everyone's attention to this. That just because we are allowed, because we have legal rights to do something, is it always in our best interest to pursue that course. We might be surprised by the answer we give ourself.</p>
<p dir="ltr">-Ben</p>
Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-82297351602040601442014-02-06T23:42:00.001-05:002014-02-06T23:42:00.532-05:00Then<p dir=ltr><b>Then she held my hand and told me not to cry, that it would all be alright, everything would, no, everything will work. She said to focus on building myself up instead of giving so much for everyone else. That being selfish isn't bad when it involves your health and time. That taking a minute to stop and breath wouldnt kill me. Then she took her petit frame and put those arms right around my stomach. She said you always give me big hugs and pick me up and I always feel so safe in those big arms, but I need you to know that even if my liddow arms can't make you feel safe that I can always hold on to your heart tighter than anyone else, I love you. </b><br>
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Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-51336221575900010672014-02-06T23:36:00.001-05:002014-02-06T23:36:47.969-05:00Attempted<p dir="ltr">She always knew what to say. She knew if I needed to laugh. She knew when I was being serious and when I was being sarcastic. She really understood the pain and stress I felt and how much I pushed myself to be the best.<br>
She would just give me a hug cause she could, she would try and take any burden she felt it was too much for me to bear alone. I became a different person because of her. She really completed me. She re-envisioned the essence of who I was. Because I wasn't doing things just for myself as I had through my younger years. But now my focus well how does this action affect not just myself but my effectiveness as a head, a leader and our relationship. It was a whole new mindset I had to adopt and even when I backed out and wasn't ready she still wasn't willing to let me go. <br>
Truth be told told I wasn't ready to let her go.. I don't know if I ever will be.<br>
She held me tight, she soothmy wounds and she made me my favorite meal. To any guy that ever reads this, if you can find a woman that loves you, cooks for you, and still finds time to snuggle up next to you to watch a stupid movie. You hold on and you don't let go for dear life because while it may seem like they are so fragile and reliant on us men to take care of them, we need them to make us into men more than we could ever know. </p>
<p dir="ltr"><font color="#000000">-Ben</font></p>
Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-38974580960714728272013-11-04T00:06:00.001-05:002013-11-04T00:06:42.651-05:00Hidden<p dir=ltr><b>Mistaken for something but something else hidden entirely. A smile so easily fools those who accept it. She saw through my smile to my deep, to my core and she didn't just stare, she cherished every second she was there. This is a thank you for digging through my veneer to expose my rotted truth. And for accepting my truth for what it was.</b></p>
<p dir=ltr>Just a poem and thoughts running through my head.</p>
Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-46604016994000592172013-11-04T00:04:00.001-05:002013-11-04T00:04:56.140-05:00Only<p dir=ltr><b>Only for the wounded, the smothered and broken.</b><br>
<b>Only for the weak, the scorned the battleworn.</b><br>
<b>Only those who've had it ripped away when it seemed like it was in their palm.</b><br>
<b>Only they understand the heartache and pain.</b><br>
<b>Only through my shoes can you feel my pain.</b></p>
Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-42518530577241855212013-11-02T01:19:00.001-04:002013-12-01T00:22:49.760-05:00All Through The Thought<p dir="ltr">How can the hours we spent mean nothing to you.<br>
How can you say that our heart's were never meant to be two. <br>
Where do you get the Gaul to think I wouldn't be this blue.<br>
But one thing is true. That as much as I would say "I love you",<br>
That no matter whatever unearthly number that could accrue,<br>
That even in the saddest way and darkest grey and even when I have the weakest day,<br>
Though I ache at the thought and I tried and sighed and atleast I attempted and fought.<br>
That in the end, I may break and bend, I can rebuild and mend and even if I don't comprehend why,<br>
I wake the next day, dust of the weight of the pain and carry on right through and through.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><font color="#000000">-Hurley-</font></p>
Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-21768437878195971762012-08-14T22:49:00.001-04:002013-11-04T00:08:57.080-05:00Morning.Everytime he saw six thirty on the clock it always seemed to be too early. The only reason he had to be happy was looking down. There layed a beautiful blonde haired girl. Even from underneath the covers she did nothing but radiate beauty. He couldnt help but let a smile roll off his face. Thinking about the past week he quickly realized it was Saturday and snuggled his body back tight up next hers. He kissed her on the head and she stirred a little. Her back moved up tighter against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her stomach moving even that little bit closer.<br />
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These were the perfect moments he lived for. When it was just the two of them, when no one else was around, when for however short of a time it may be every morning he got to do this, it was his time and she didn't even know. He squeezed her a little tighter as every fiber of his being did nothing but want to try and communicate just how much at these moment, these perfect times of solitude, just how much he loved her. He was willing to put her needs first every second of every day and make her the happiest girl. Because he knew when he woke up just a little before her every morning, before he woke up her up to kiss her goodbye before work or to tell her it was time to get up he could unconditionally love her. He lay there thinking of her, all the fun they had, how he married his best friend and they only got closer as the last few years past. She didnt know but these mornings, when she slept and he stared he fell in love with her again everytime.<br />
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He couldn't wait any longer and squeezed her tight enough that she woke up. He couldn't see it but she had the biggest smile on her face. He whispered "I love you", into her ear before she could get out of his tight grip. She felt so unbelievable in his arms, even though she wriggled enough that he loosened up and then were staring face-to-face. He knew what she wanted and leaned in for a kiss. He lit up like a young boy again everytime their lips touched and his mind traveled back to their first kiss on their first real date when he just knew this was the girl he was going to love forever. She pulled back from the kiss to say "I love you", back to him. She refused every morning to say it until he would kiss her. He found that one out after just a week of being married, but now loved every second of their little morning ritual.<br />
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She pushed her head into his chest and he wrapped his arms back around her and held her in tight again. Every day would have its challanges and tests, but he knew they would work through it, that they would survive every day together and that these mornings and these moments were for now, the closest thing to a perfect moment they could have.<br />
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-BenBenjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-31788658307286278822012-08-13T23:03:00.001-04:002012-08-13T23:03:40.989-04:00The Wrong Thing?In all our hearts we understand the basic fundamentals between right and wrong. Yes I can do this or no I should not do that. But, these basic ideals can be swayed. Some people say that its easier to do the wrong thing and in many cases thats true, but the lasting consequences eat away at the fiber of your being (like me when I just want a slush) and you cannot attain true happiness. So yes this may seem obvious, but a dilemma arises in some of these gray areas.
There May come a time when you need to do the right thing for the right reasons for a better outcome in the long run. Life is not a sprint, its a marathon. But, now we have the problem of is this logically the right decision and can I survive with it or is actually the wrong decision because we ourselves have yet to understand why such a choice was made because we ourselves wanted an alterior decision to happen. Ultimately its the right choice but in the sprint we often think we are in it just makes you wanna curl up, throws the covers over your head and block out as much of the world as humanly possible.
Goodnight everyone
.Hurley.Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-1260630772548940492011-11-30T00:58:00.001-05:002011-11-30T01:19:01.917-05:00Awesome List!This is a list of some things I want to be real because I think it would be awesome.<br />
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-Pocket sized pets.<br />
Now im talking any kind of animal. Panda. White Siberian Tiger. Even a mini goldfish would be awesome. Imagine your bored at home and your like oh yeah I have a tiny Lion to play with. How awesome would that be. Talk about one awesome game of fetch, and just imagine his (or her) cute little roar. It would be spectacular.. Or feeding tiny bamboo to a tiny Panda. I think I would just explode with cuteness.<br />
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-Human flight<br />
Cmon who has never wanted to fly. Im not talking jetpacks im talking flight.. I feel like somehow there would still be traffic jams...<br />
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-Remote Control Finder<br />
I lose my remote control more often than I charge my phone. I charge my phone ALL THE TIME for those who dont know.<br />
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-The ability to store music in my head and play it at any time<br />
Picture it. Your standing in the grocery line and dont wanna look silly muffling with your ipod or phone. So you just think ok, hmm Katy Perry, BAD THOUGTS so you hit yourself to forget it right before firework goes on. Then you regain your grip and you go yes, Enough by 3 Doors Down. Bingo. "7 days underpaid, gotta give it up..." starts going off in your head and you resist the wicked urge to start singing along. (maybe the phone or ipod idea isnt so bad afterall). Needless to say so SOOO many times I think wow now would be a great time to have my ipod on me. But usually only in ridiculous sitautions. Like at work, the mall, or in a trampoline dodgeball arena. Nonetheless I think I want this more than I want flight. Or could I have them both?...<br />
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This is all I got for now. There will be more to come so stick around for some part two at some future date.<br />
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-Ben the Great<br />
<br />Benjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-84330490369456808532011-11-22T19:30:00.001-05:002011-11-30T00:51:05.999-05:00Something SmallIt sat in his pocket for days and days. Hours ticked into days, sun rising and setting into weeks. Just waiting for the time to make the right move. He took her hand and walked through the park. The sun was just about dusk and the fallen leaves along with those on the tree brought a perfect sense of tranquility. She squeezed his hand as if to say dont forget about me as he was encapsulated by the beauty of the night. He looked over at her and next he knew he was amazed at her beauty, as he always was, but tonight he couldn't wipe the smile off his face.<br />
They had almost stopped walking so she grabbed his hand and ran off dragging him with her. He grabbed her arm and stopped her to a bench they like to sit on over looking the edge of the park and a beautiful view of the sunset. <br />
"I should have brought a picnic basket", he said<br />
"I'm not really that hungry anyways. We can always get something after", she replied. "This has been like the perfect day. Plus I got to spend it with the perfect guy." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.<br />
"Hey whats that?", he asked pointing down the walkway.<br />
There was no one around, just the two of them on a perfect night. There was a slight breeze and her hair swayed perfectly in the wind. Brunette locks and hazel eyes dazzled anyone who saw her. <br />
She turned around and instantly started to get teary-eyed as she saw him on his knee. <br />
"You've been my best friend since I can remember and I never want that to change. I wanna see you every morning I wake up and everytime I rest my head. I wanna spend happy moments with you, and sad moments with you, and moments where neither of know what to say so we just laugh until we end up crying", he continued on as her face came overwhelmed with joy and tears started to pour down her face, "I promise to always be loyal to you and never let you down and always be there for you."<br />
He already had the ring in his hand and held it out. The diamond wasn't huge but had been his grandmothers before she passed away and both of them were very close to her so she had seen it many times before. It seemed to glisten even with the limited sunlight and every moment that passed by seemed to last years. A bead if sweat formed around his head as he poured his heart out to her. He grabbed the fingers of her hand and said, "will you marry me?"<br />
As she caught her breath and a small giggle came up in her voice she managed to get out a tear-filled, overwhelmed, "I do." He put the ring on her finger and grabbed her into a huge hug and lifted her completely out of her seat. Their lips met eachothers just like every other time but none matching the passion and joy of this. The whole world seemed to slow and spin as the moment hung on and wouldn't let go.<br />
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-Finally a spark of inspiration. Hope you enjoyed<br />
-BenBenjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398663246411346547.post-83870845864789853762011-11-22T19:17:00.001-05:002011-11-30T01:23:36.432-05:00A New Start.I'm the mastermind behind the work know as <a href="http://silenceofexpressions.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">silenceofexpressions.blogspot.com</a>. I have changed that domain name and restarted it with this one. All the former works I have can be found there still. I have a new goal of getting at least one thing done a week. Whether that's a picture, novel of short story. Wanted to re-establish myself and work on that whole non-spellchecking thing. I invite my former followers to enjoy and if you missed me I will have you miss no longer. I am looking for another writer ofr two to keep me on my game and join in with me. If you interested you can contact me via my email. Enjoy, have some fun and kick back and relax.<br />
-BenBenjamin Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14062477742724302299noreply@blogger.com0