Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Mind to Paper: A Writer's World

This is a short paper I had to do for my English class. I thought I might as well share it. :)







Mind to Paper: A Writer's World

There's something magical about writing. There it is, right in front of you; your blank canvas waiting to be filled with words. It's amazing how, on most days, the words just flow from your brain and paint their way onto the empty space. They are ideas, thoughts, creations; they scratch the back of your mind for hours begging for release, begging for some way to become real. Like shadows, they fill every corner of your mind distracting all other thoughts with their taunting grip. You scratch and squirm as you wait for a moment to bring them their release. A pen, some paper- that's all that it takes. As soon as it's in your hand you are frantically scratching down every detail, picture, name and place that comes to mind. You work so fast that your hand is almost a blur to onlookers, and the ink from the pen coves the surface of the paper with your masterpiece. Emotions flow with every flick of your wrist, turn of your hand, and blink of an eye; they welcome you into their world like a hug from an old friend. It is here, in this world that you are creating, that heroes truly exist. They come with wings strapped to their backs and the wind beneath their feet. They come, they concur and when the day is over, they ride off into the sunset. Put to rest until the next chapter of the story is revealed.

At the end of the day when the pen is set aside next to the growing stack of papers, the mind still continues wondering through the world it has created. The night brings them to life, and in the morning you are back to the start.

Another blank canvas, and another world to build.



 

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Live your Life Better than a Dream

Life. It's truly amazing.

When I was younger I had a dream that I would one day grow up and be a tall, blonde singer. The kind of girl that would make guys go weak in the knees, and would literally have a standing ovation when she walked in the room. My childhood dreams overruled my life as I constantly day dreamed of future looks and talents that I would have. Back then, I had big dreams for myself. Did any of it happen? No.
Glad to say, my hair color stayed the same throughout my life, (well, except for occasional dying... But I've stopped that) and I didn't turn out to be as tall as everyone thought I would be. Psh, I mean, who needs to be a 5'9' beach blonde, anyway? ;)
Looking back on my life, though, I wouldn't change a thing about it. So maybe I didn't accomplish all those dreams I had, but if I did, would it have made me happy? I look at all those famous people out there with their fancy car, and expensive clothes, and I can't help but pity them. They lead a life of criticism, lies; and for what? A little luxury?  Even looking at some of the girls in my high school. They're popular, extremely hot, cute personalities, flirtatious... Yet, not even they look happy. Walking down the halls I find myself feeling bad for that girl that has a new boyfriend every other day. She might have a perfect looking face, but behind her eyes is a pain that can't be described. Being surrounded by approving gazes, and being fawned over constantly hasn't brought her joy. She goes out every night, parties, but when she wakes up, she has to face that perfect image in the mirror. What she sees, though, isn't perfect. You can tell by the way she looks when no one is around, the way she holds herself like she is trying to keep all the pieces from falling apart. What seems to be a perfect life is really the cause of all the pain. Yet, she continues to make the same choices. Surrounding herself with the same people, letting go like she always does. All in hopes that someday it might all fill the void in her life.
I have to feel blessed for being the person I am. I may hold a low rank in school, but I don't need a thousand friends to feel loved. I don't need a thousand guys calling my name, or stares following my every move.
No, there are other ways to feel happiness. Just the simple things like, getting a phone call when you're sick. Sitting around and laughing until you cry. Just people that are there for you. That's all I could ever ask for.
So maybe my life didn't turn out to be my childhood dream, but in my opinion what I have is much better.

:)