creativity

a gem

hard to find

but once you do

you are no longer blind

Skeletons

The things we’ve left behind never truly leave us.

They follow us.

They lurk in every dark corner and every shadow, watching.

The skeletons in our closet.

Our mistakes and our secrets.

We never truly forget them.

We hide them away, bury them and hope they don’t arise again.

And so our closets fill with rattling bones of the past and the present.

The Process: a to do list

The process of writing something:

-Get pumped to write something

-Get an idea

-Try to figure out how to write what you’re thinking

-Get your creative juices flowing

-Lose your creative juices after 15 seconds

-Take a nap

-Eat something

-Finish your nap because you’re still tired

-Find literally anything else to do with yourself

-Sit at the computer for 30+ minutes

-Get your creative juices flowing

-Lose your creative juices after 15 seconds again

-Take your mind off writing for a while

-Forget about writing completely

-Remember you have to write something

-Write the first things that come to your mind

-Post

-Repeat the next time

Nature

nature

a breeze blowing

birds singing

water running

leaves falling

trees standing

flowers blooming

mountains calling

sun shining

stars twinkling

clouds moving

peace

Crayons

Where did it go?

Children see the world in color, why can’t we?

We learn and spend so much time on things as a child that we never even think about again.

When did playing outside become unacceptable?

When did using my imagination become improper?

When was using crayons deemed unfit?

We live in a world of uniformity and the only time we’re really allowed to use our creativity is as a child.

However, creativity is one of our greatest attributes.

Creativity is unique and true unto itself.

Break the same boring cycle of the world.

Go play outside.

Use your imagination.

Bring the crayons out and use them.

Let your creativity flow.

A Mirror’s Reflection

You look in a mirror and you think you see yourself, but in all reality, it’s not you at all.

Yes, you see your body and everything you admire and dislike about it, but that’s not even close to all there is to you.

Because you’re not seeing the amount of lives you’ve touched with your presence.

You’e not seeing all the people you’ve made smile and laugh.

You’re not seeing how strong you really are.

You’re not seeing all the wonderful things about you.

All the battles you’ve fought, win or lose, are invisible when you look in that mirror, hidden beneath your outside appearance.

So listen to me when I tell you you are not as simple as just a reflection.

You are complex, wondrous and, something magnificent that a mirror just doesn’t have the capability to show.

It only shows one grain of sand on the beach, one drop of water in a lake, one tree in a forest, one star in a galaxy.

You are so much more than that.

Please believe it and never forget it.

Please prove you’re not a robot

“Please prove you’re not a robot.” -computer

“Okay, this should be easy enough.” -me

“Click on all the pictures of hills.” -computer

*Computer shows 5 pictures, 3 pictures of hills, 2 of bumps, and 1 of a field*

“Wait but what really defines a hill? I mean the bumps are technically a hill.” -me

*I choose the 3 hill pictures and the 2 bump pictures*

“Incorrect. Try again.” -computer

“What, how is that possible? Those can definitely be considered hil-… Wait a minute, what if I am a robot? I mean I think I’d know if I were. But perhaps a robot would think that too. Maybe I’m the only human on earth and everyone else is the robot but I just have the definition of robot confused with human… No, that doesn’t make any sense. Maybe I’m the only real thing in the World. This is all just a simulation. A really sh***y simulation, but a simulation nonetheless. Maybe I’m just part of a simulation. Just a bunch of 1’s and 0’s, believing I’m part of something bigger when I’m just part of some huge imitation of a world that’s not even real. And when someone’s done with it, I, along with everything I know, will cease to exist. Does anything really matter? Everything will end no matter what and we are all just a momentary speck in a limitless, indifferent universe. Hmm whatever.” -me

*I try again and it lets me in*

“Oh.” -me

Hats

Beret, beanie, bucket, bowler. Fedora, fez, fanchon. Panama, porkpie, pillbox.

Why hats? I believe that originally hats were only used to protect us from the sun and rain. Somehow they have morphed into so much more. Hats now have so many various uses. They can be used to complete any outfit. They can be used to cover a bad hair day. They can be used to be lowkey. They can be used to hold objects. I once used the bill of one of my hats as a paddle on a boat because I lost my original paddle. And every type of hat, whether it be a beanie or a panama hat, has its pros. And this brings me too my next point. We are like hats. We have many uses, which sounds weird, but its true. We are all good at our own thing. Some hats are used for shade, others are used for fashion, and some for heat. Likewise, some people are good at math, others at speaking, and some at writing (can’t relate). What I’m trying to say is embrace your inner hat. Embrace the mathematician, embrace the speaker, embrace the writer. No matter the stigma behind it, no matter the stereotypes, or the jokes and endless disapproval you’ll get from people, be what you feel you are meant to be.

I am

I am a son

I am a brother

I am a friend

I am student

I am a teacher

I am a guitarist

I am an actor

I am a boarder

I am a runner

I am a traveler

I am a procratstinator

I am rebellious

I am inconsistent

I am hopeful

I am perceptive

I am messy

I am unfocused

I am lazy

I am driven

I am beautiful

I am ugly

I am bright

I am quick-witted

I am slow

I am a winner

I am a loser

I am an explorer

I am a chaser

I am a dreamer

I am a wanderer

I am whatever I want to be

I am Me

Prolegomenon

I love introductions.

Almost every relationship, good or bad, begins with a handshake and a “nice to meet you.”

I love the mystery of “Am I going to love this person or hate them? Is this person going to drop from my life or will we become best friends?”

Every relationship begins with a unique type of trust.

Did you know handshakes started as a way to shake out weapons someone might be hiding within a sleeve?

A way for people to know if they could trust said person.

Nowadays people don’t carry weapons in their sleeves.

They have a much more harmful weapon with them at all times: their words.

Nowadays, a handshake isn’t to expose weapons, we already know of their existence.

Now a handshake is a pact that we won’t use these weapons – or words – against each other, that we won’t ever stab each other in the back.

We trust one another to put effort into the relationship, to stand up for each other, and not break the bond we’ve created.

On that note, nice to meet you.