December 10, 2010
The so-called mental illness
Everybody has a mental 'illness' that needs to be 'fixed.' Medication, Psychologists, anyway possible. What people like doctors and Capricorns (not naming names here) don't understand is that people survived when we didn't call these illnesses. They were a part of life and that's how people are mentally comfortable with themselves. They can cope with it and be happy. Just because you aren't mentally perfect doesn't mean you can't be happy!
December 2, 2010
"The one" for you?
Everybody asks if there really is that one special person for you. I don't believe there is just ONE person in the world for just ONE other person. Yes, everyone's individual and most people will find one to live their lives with happily. But the other person is never perfect. They're close in your eyes, but not perfect. There will always be someone out there that could be exactly like the person you love but he/she may not have that one pet peeve that your love may have. But you know what's more special about the person you love? You love them. Love cancels out everything that may not be perfect in the person you love. Nobody can ever know if someone is the one for them until after life. Even if, at the beginning of the relationship, you think and trust with your whole heart that they are the one, you will never know for sure until after they've been through everything together and stuck to their beliefs and each other.
December 1, 2010
Diary of the President
This letter was written in response to “Dear Mr President” written by the musical group Pink.
Dear Pink
You wanted me to take a walk with you, to ‘pretend we’re just two people and you’re no better than me.’ But when you talked to me, you treated me abnormal. You asked what I felt when I saw all the homeless on the streets. I must say, I feel the same way most people, most likely including you, do. I feel bad for them and resolve to attempt to do something about it, then get distracted and don’t worry about it until the subject comes up again. You asked me who I pray for at night, and my answer is me. I pray that I have the courage to keep our country going, through good and bad. You asked if I was proud when I looked in the mirror. I am proud of myself, yes. And I’m proud to be proud of myself. One needs to have pride to continue doing what they are capable of. I’m not so prideful I become corrupt. I am proud to be leading such an awesome country. You ask why I sleep when the rest of you cry, why I dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye, how I can walk with my head held high. I can look you in the eye and ask you the exact same thing. Unless you are in that position, you do not have the right to judge me. Those who are in the position and act reasonable in spite of the situation are those who realize this has happened from the beginning of the earth and it will continue to the end of the earth. It’s part of the balance of nature.
The only reason I would take my own daughter’s rights away is if I thought it was necessary for protection of her. And believe me; my child is in danger on a daily basis. A father would never truly hate his own daughter simply because she was gay. He would be disappointed and hurt, shunning her out but I know as much as any father that even though I want my daughter to be happy, being gay will not make her happy in the end. As for working at minimum wage with a baby, and rebuilding your house after it was destroyed, where do you think I started? I wasn’t rich my whole life, I had to start somewhere as does everyone. Sure, as a guy there’s no way I was pregnant and working but I had other things too. I had to pay for college to work my way to the place I’m at now. I worked my ass off to get where I am. Now my goal is to help the rest of the people in my country the best I can. But I can't give anyone motivation. Some things can't be helped unless its a group effort.
Mr. President.
November 11, 2010
Grey
I was hopping along the table in my new home, just exploring the world I was in. I was on the lookout for danger. I looked for the sunny spots, the best views, and for hiding places. Us crayons would win the olympics if hiding was a sport. For weeks I explored, staying away from my perky cousins. When nothing bothered us for a long time, even though people came and went often enough in our little world, we returned to our box.
I was so disappointed. I knew what I was made for, and I wanted to throw my whole self into it. A masterpiece is what I wanted to be. But, even if a child was to finally come to us, why would they choose me? A rusty old gray is a color no kid wants.
One day, a child was moved into our room. He was a small boy with no legs. He wheeled over to our table and dumped us out. He pulled out a piece of paper from the pack that was on the back of his wheelchair and laid it out carefully on the table. The queer young boy then closed his eyes and waved his hand over us. His hand came down on me.
Ecstatic, I do my best to creat a good looking picture for him. After three hours of the boy locking himself up in our world, I had a whole new perspective. Instead of looking up from my table home, I now look out above everything from the high wall. I no longer am a crayon, dull and gray. I am now a knight in shining armor. I'm a majestic castle with brilliant detail. I'm the color of the weapons hung to protect against anything.
Life has been given to me through the little boy with no legs.
I was so disappointed. I knew what I was made for, and I wanted to throw my whole self into it. A masterpiece is what I wanted to be. But, even if a child was to finally come to us, why would they choose me? A rusty old gray is a color no kid wants.
One day, a child was moved into our room. He was a small boy with no legs. He wheeled over to our table and dumped us out. He pulled out a piece of paper from the pack that was on the back of his wheelchair and laid it out carefully on the table. The queer young boy then closed his eyes and waved his hand over us. His hand came down on me.
Ecstatic, I do my best to creat a good looking picture for him. After three hours of the boy locking himself up in our world, I had a whole new perspective. Instead of looking up from my table home, I now look out above everything from the high wall. I no longer am a crayon, dull and gray. I am now a knight in shining armor. I'm a majestic castle with brilliant detail. I'm the color of the weapons hung to protect against anything.
Life has been given to me through the little boy with no legs.
Dreams
Judging by the amount of mental and physical stress that you receive each day is the amount of sleep one should get in a night. When you sleep, you dream. Most the time you don't remember your dreams, but your subconcious does and that's all that really matters. When you dream your emotions are balanced out from what you have in waking. The astral planes (dream world) are there to give you emotions you don't have in waking, to balance you out and keep you going. Which is why dreaming either sucks or is awesome. But its a necessity and it helps calm the spirit during stressful days. Of course, that's not the only purpose of dreaming, it's just the main ones for those who aren't open minded enough to see what else the astral planes have for one.
Belief
People try to give others advice, but the best advice one can give to another is to try it. When a person experiences something for themself, it sticks more. They remember their own experiences. Not only that, but we trust ourselves more than we trust anyone else.
November 9, 2010
Never Give Up
Everybody says anybody can do anything they want as long as they just try and never give up. That's not true. Not everything is possible for anyone. People who think this way don't realize that we are not the only persons in control of our lives. There is Always someone playing a part in our accomplishments one way or another; and that can easily disable us.
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