I stand on a cobbled street corner, searching for the key to my locked subconscious. I wish to open the ornamented door of secrets so that I may lounge on my cushioned values, lie on my floor of thoughts, and nestle myself in my soft, tasseled carpet of memories. Yet, no key is found, this door remains closed, beyond the reach of my hungry fingers.
My introverted concentration now extends to gaze at my surroundings, the uneven corner, on which I stand, nearby houses and steady street signs. My body lazily stands weighted by each small raindrop that has been carried by this small windy tempest. Each drop holds its own fragment of dull light, reflecting little rays of grey. They delicately fall on the whooshing cars, and gracefully accessorize boisterous gardens. As I stand it is hard not to hum, “Rain drops on roses...” each petal holds tribute to the Vontrap family.
Each little droplet that falls on the cobbles splashes eloquently, singing the sweet melody of hydration and gesturing for the sprouting of green in newly moist earth. Yet, as I watch the pooling of small prisms I picture each raindrop as the falling of a life, a soul. Are these like the lives of those in Darfur, knowing nothing but fierce winds and cold chills before their anticlimactic splash? Or are they the old and seasoned drops, whose end is knowingly met and accepted?
The wind, a man whispering his stories from far away carefully cradles these watery souls until their final crash. They are his burden and his gift. As he continues, he takes each of their stories and whispers them through the leaves of trees and blades of grass, for all who choose to listen. Shall I fall victim to his entrancing stories of distant lands? The rhythm of his stories carries like a blues song, whose soul is rich with the emotions and sentiments of the composer, elaborating on the richness of experience and exploration.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Writing Assignment Draft #2
I stand on a cobbled street corner, searching for a key, which belongs to my currently locked subconscious. I wish to open the ornamented door of secrets so that I may lounge on my cushioned values, lie on my floor of thoughts, and nestle myself in my soft, tasseled carpet of memories. Examining each fiber of each leg on my emotion chairs; upholstered with the finest silks of foreign influence. Yet, no key is found, this door remains closed, beyond the reach of my hungry fingers.
My introverted concentration now extends to gaze at the uneven corner, on which I still stand. My body lazily stands weighted by each small raindrop that has been carried by the swift wind. Each drop holds its own fragment of dull light, reflecting little rays of grey. They delicately fall on the whooshing cars and steady street signs, and gracefully accessorize boisterous gardens. As I stand I is difficult to refrain from humming, “Rain drops on roses...” each petal holds tribute to the Vontrap family.
Each little droplet that falls on the cobles splashes eloquently, singing the sweet melody of hydration and gesturing for the sprouting of green in newly moist earth. Yet, as I watch the pooling of small prisms I picture each raindrop as the falling of a life, they descend and journey from the beginning only to crash. Are these like the lives of those in Darfur, knowing nothing but fierce winds and cold chills before their anticlimactic splash? Or are they the old and seasoned drops, whose end is knowingly met and accepted?
The wind, a man whispering his stories from far away carefully cradles these watery souls until their final crash. They are his burden and his gift. As he continues, he takes each of their stories and whispers them through the leaves of trees and blades of grass, for all who choose to listen. Shall I fall victim to the entrancing rhythm of foreign lands, whose culture and customs are so alien ad appealing? His rhythm is like a blues song, whose soul is rich with the emotions and feelings of the composer, elaborating on the richness of experience and exploration.
My introverted concentration now extends to gaze at the uneven corner, on which I still stand. My body lazily stands weighted by each small raindrop that has been carried by the swift wind. Each drop holds its own fragment of dull light, reflecting little rays of grey. They delicately fall on the whooshing cars and steady street signs, and gracefully accessorize boisterous gardens. As I stand I is difficult to refrain from humming, “Rain drops on roses...” each petal holds tribute to the Vontrap family.
Each little droplet that falls on the cobles splashes eloquently, singing the sweet melody of hydration and gesturing for the sprouting of green in newly moist earth. Yet, as I watch the pooling of small prisms I picture each raindrop as the falling of a life, they descend and journey from the beginning only to crash. Are these like the lives of those in Darfur, knowing nothing but fierce winds and cold chills before their anticlimactic splash? Or are they the old and seasoned drops, whose end is knowingly met and accepted?
The wind, a man whispering his stories from far away carefully cradles these watery souls until their final crash. They are his burden and his gift. As he continues, he takes each of their stories and whispers them through the leaves of trees and blades of grass, for all who choose to listen. Shall I fall victim to the entrancing rhythm of foreign lands, whose culture and customs are so alien ad appealing? His rhythm is like a blues song, whose soul is rich with the emotions and feelings of the composer, elaborating on the richness of experience and exploration.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Writing Assignment #3
I stand on a cobbled street corner. Searching for a key, which belongs to my currently locked subconscious, I wish to open the ornamented door of secrets so that I may lounge on my cushioned values, lay on my floor of thoughts and nestle myself in my soft and tasseled carpet of memories. Examining each fiber and each leg of my chairs of emotion, upholstered with the finest silks of foreign influence. Yet, no key is found, this door remains closed, beyond the reach of my hungry fingers.
My introverted concentration now extends to gaze at my settings. My body lazily stands weighted by each small raindrop; each one holds its own fragment of dull light reflecting little rays of grey. They delicately fall on each object, gracefully accessorizing boisterous gardens. As I stand it is difficult to refrain from humming, “Rain drops on roses…” each petal holds tribute to the Vontrap family.
Each little droplet that falls on the cobbles splashes eloquently, singing the sweet melody of hydration and gesturing for the sprout green in newly moist earth. Yet, as I watch the pooling of small prisms I picture each raindrop as a soul. Each representing the falling of a life, they descend and journey from the beginning only to crash. Are these the lives of those in Darfur, knowing nothing but fierce winds and cold chills before their anticlimactic splash? Or are they old and seasoned drops whose end is knowingly met and accepted?
The wind, a man whispering his stories from far away, carefully cradles these souls until their final crash. They are his burden and his gift. And as he continues, he takes each of their stories and whispers them through the leaves of trees and blades of grass for all who choose to listen. Shall I fall victim to the entrancing rhythm of foreign lands whose culture and customs are so alien and appealing. His rhythm is like a blues song whose soul is rich with the emotions and feelings of the composer elaborating on the richness of experience and exploration.
I want to loose myself in the pitter-patter of solemn rain, swim in its seriousness and soak in its cheer. Leave be the barrier to my undiscovered desires and succumb to the damp and aged song of dancing waterfall only to be released when each thirst has been quenched. We shall waltz across the lakes and hills, tango over windowsills and quioscs until each and all have had their share.
My introverted concentration now extends to gaze at my settings. My body lazily stands weighted by each small raindrop; each one holds its own fragment of dull light reflecting little rays of grey. They delicately fall on each object, gracefully accessorizing boisterous gardens. As I stand it is difficult to refrain from humming, “Rain drops on roses…” each petal holds tribute to the Vontrap family.
Each little droplet that falls on the cobbles splashes eloquently, singing the sweet melody of hydration and gesturing for the sprout green in newly moist earth. Yet, as I watch the pooling of small prisms I picture each raindrop as a soul. Each representing the falling of a life, they descend and journey from the beginning only to crash. Are these the lives of those in Darfur, knowing nothing but fierce winds and cold chills before their anticlimactic splash? Or are they old and seasoned drops whose end is knowingly met and accepted?
The wind, a man whispering his stories from far away, carefully cradles these souls until their final crash. They are his burden and his gift. And as he continues, he takes each of their stories and whispers them through the leaves of trees and blades of grass for all who choose to listen. Shall I fall victim to the entrancing rhythm of foreign lands whose culture and customs are so alien and appealing. His rhythm is like a blues song whose soul is rich with the emotions and feelings of the composer elaborating on the richness of experience and exploration.
I want to loose myself in the pitter-patter of solemn rain, swim in its seriousness and soak in its cheer. Leave be the barrier to my undiscovered desires and succumb to the damp and aged song of dancing waterfall only to be released when each thirst has been quenched. We shall waltz across the lakes and hills, tango over windowsills and quioscs until each and all have had their share.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Television Draft #3
In recent years, especially in the United States; laziness has become a growing epidemic. One of the causes of this "plague" is television, people have been extremely preoccupied with this form of entertainment so much so that it is currently the most time consuming activity in a child's life, other then sleeping. Teens on average watch 28 hours of T.V. a week. Children become so riveted by the special affects and fast paste action that school and academic learning become boring and no longer gain the attention they deserve. Television, today, detracts from the thinking process by distracting people from their responsibilities, it diminishes the search for information and the usefulness of this knowledge, and forms bad habits from an early age.
By placing special effects, romance, actions, and manipulating people's emotions television has come to draw people away from beneficial and necessary activities. Soap operas, sitcoms, and other shows spark curiosity, change electrical impulses in the brain and cause people to react in the way intended. By attracting curiosity and changing the electrical impulses in the brain television can put people in a hypnotic and addictive state, it does this by changing the frequency of electrical impulses causing a block for the mental process. The only way television could draw the population into this hypnotic state, is that hook, something that civilians relate to, that pleases them, and interests them; grabbing their recognition so that T.V. can consume the full attention of the viewer. In this hypnotic state impulses are created that allow the person to feel as if they are the ones experiencing what they are watching on T.V. Because of this addictive entertainment many people have veered off their intended paths and neglected important and essential duties. Students now spend six times the amount of time they spend on homework watching T.V., resulting in a decrease in the quality of work and standard grades. People have also been know to schedule their activities around their favorite programs decreasing the amount of time that could be reserved for more productive actions. By taking over the majority of citizen's time, they no longer have many opportunities to find and use information.
Basic skills and the knowledge of the application of those skills aren't developed with out practice and if the initiative hasn't been taken to understand and find new information. People no longer "have" the time to find and use information. Yes educational programs provide a lot of helpful knowledge, but what they do not do is provide an opportunity to apply this information into everyday life. People are also less able to concentrate on a tasks that don't grasp their attention by special effects and high tension situations, but provide useful information. Television has replaced leisurely reading and the development of more advanced motor skills. Reading helps expand the vocabulary and opens up a well of education in which to pull from. By detracting from this useful past time, the mental process is depleted. Thus through transitive, television detracts from the mental process. Television also detracts from the application of deductive reasoning, because this activity requires patients and slow persistence (which television doesn't promote in the least nor does it help the practice of this skill). In fact television doesn't promote many beneficial practices, which prove to be productive towards the general thinking process.
Television develops bad habits from an early age by nullifying the practices necessary to the development of young impressionable brains. Many children sit in front of the T.V. at an early age exposed to confusing scenes in an already foreign and difficult to understand world. These scenes only keep their attention by adding in high volume as well as bright and attractive lights, not interesting them in the actual content of what they are watching. Educational shows targeted for young age groups, i.e. Sesame Street, can be beneficial and help with the development of motor skills, yet in limited quantities. The most developmental activities which help young children are conversational activities. And if television pulls away from these helpful teachings motor, concentration, and listening skills will severely suffer. By watching T.V. children become more focused on visual representations and require big and loud actions to attract their attention, which makes it more difficult for teachers in the class room. Studies have also shown that people who watched less television as children ended up watching less in their future and as a result acquired much better grades and preformed at a higher quality in academic endeavors.
On a whole television severely detracts from educational processes, and pull away from mental activities. It attacks the body's defenses by adding in obtrusive auditory and visual stimulations as the body gets used to these attacks homework and other informational puzzles, especially as they increase in difficulty, become extremely frustrating to concentrate on. It is best to catch this addiction at an early age and limit the amount of time spent on T.V. so that the population can grow to its fullest.
By placing special effects, romance, actions, and manipulating people's emotions television has come to draw people away from beneficial and necessary activities. Soap operas, sitcoms, and other shows spark curiosity, change electrical impulses in the brain and cause people to react in the way intended. By attracting curiosity and changing the electrical impulses in the brain television can put people in a hypnotic and addictive state, it does this by changing the frequency of electrical impulses causing a block for the mental process. The only way television could draw the population into this hypnotic state, is that hook, something that civilians relate to, that pleases them, and interests them; grabbing their recognition so that T.V. can consume the full attention of the viewer. In this hypnotic state impulses are created that allow the person to feel as if they are the ones experiencing what they are watching on T.V. Because of this addictive entertainment many people have veered off their intended paths and neglected important and essential duties. Students now spend six times the amount of time they spend on homework watching T.V., resulting in a decrease in the quality of work and standard grades. People have also been know to schedule their activities around their favorite programs decreasing the amount of time that could be reserved for more productive actions. By taking over the majority of citizen's time, they no longer have many opportunities to find and use information.
Basic skills and the knowledge of the application of those skills aren't developed with out practice and if the initiative hasn't been taken to understand and find new information. People no longer "have" the time to find and use information. Yes educational programs provide a lot of helpful knowledge, but what they do not do is provide an opportunity to apply this information into everyday life. People are also less able to concentrate on a tasks that don't grasp their attention by special effects and high tension situations, but provide useful information. Television has replaced leisurely reading and the development of more advanced motor skills. Reading helps expand the vocabulary and opens up a well of education in which to pull from. By detracting from this useful past time, the mental process is depleted. Thus through transitive, television detracts from the mental process. Television also detracts from the application of deductive reasoning, because this activity requires patients and slow persistence (which television doesn't promote in the least nor does it help the practice of this skill). In fact television doesn't promote many beneficial practices, which prove to be productive towards the general thinking process.
Television develops bad habits from an early age by nullifying the practices necessary to the development of young impressionable brains. Many children sit in front of the T.V. at an early age exposed to confusing scenes in an already foreign and difficult to understand world. These scenes only keep their attention by adding in high volume as well as bright and attractive lights, not interesting them in the actual content of what they are watching. Educational shows targeted for young age groups, i.e. Sesame Street, can be beneficial and help with the development of motor skills, yet in limited quantities. The most developmental activities which help young children are conversational activities. And if television pulls away from these helpful teachings motor, concentration, and listening skills will severely suffer. By watching T.V. children become more focused on visual representations and require big and loud actions to attract their attention, which makes it more difficult for teachers in the class room. Studies have also shown that people who watched less television as children ended up watching less in their future and as a result acquired much better grades and preformed at a higher quality in academic endeavors.
On a whole television severely detracts from educational processes, and pull away from mental activities. It attacks the body's defenses by adding in obtrusive auditory and visual stimulations as the body gets used to these attacks homework and other informational puzzles, especially as they increase in difficulty, become extremely frustrating to concentrate on. It is best to catch this addiction at an early age and limit the amount of time spent on T.V. so that the population can grow to its fullest.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Television Draft#2
In recent years, especially is the United States; laziness has become a growing epidemic. One of the causes of this plague is television, a box that captures our full attention without fail. People become obsessed with the lives of celebrities, imaginary love, wars, and luxuries. Televisions, today, detracts from the thinking process; it does this by distracting people from their responsibilities, it slows the search for information, and draws people into materialistic society.
By appealing to the viewer through theirs emotions, television draws people in so that they forget their duties. Programs are packed full of action, previously unknown sites, drama, and more either desirable or horrific worlds. These soap operas, sitcoms, and other shows spark our curiosity, makes laugh or cry, and they even relate to our everyday lives. Yet, when people get wrapped up in this form of entertainment many things can become neglected, and people can become focused on the lives of others, rather then their own life. It has also become a habit for some to schedule duties around their favorite programs, detracting from time in which they could be getting things done, such as work, exercising, or reading, actually using their brains. Some people have even been known to drive recklessly just to make it home in time for a program, neglecting their duties of the road and endangering everyone around them. Television fills time that could be used to exercise your brain, find a hobby or learn something new.
Basic knowledge and common sense aren’t developed if no initiative has been taken to understand and find new information. Even the search for new facts has slowed because of television. People no longer have to use time and to find the things that they need, it’s all just laid out for them. Yes there may be some beneficial points to this, but through the process of finding information people learn things they didn’t expect and develop skills that will help them in life. Beneficially, T.V. opens the population to information that they didn’t know they didn’t know, unveiling a wealth of knowledge that would have gone undiscovered. The shows that do this are some shows that air on the History Channel, The Discovery Channel, and other programs that may hold beneficial knowledge. Yet, these channels, though they may help in some ways, still pull people away from the library for example, and allow people to not have to work or use common sense to find this new intelligence. Other channels open the majority of people to what they believe they need, and these are usually the shows that are the most popular.
These “needs” are crammed into this country, so that citizens change their values from accomplishment, wisdom, and happiness to money and beauty. T.V. is full of commercials, infomercials, and subliminal messages, which make the majority of the population, believe that they “need” objects, money, and sex to fill our desires. Though these shallow requests look good on the surface, what people are forgetting is the way that the accomplished obtain these things. People who have obtained the desires, so vividly projected on screens, have set themselves apart from the couch potatoes, by taking the time and self will to work towards their dreams. The public needs to understand that while people sit and watch their favorite show, society in slyly placing advertisement and shallow needs into their conscience unbeknownst to them.
All in all television does detract from the thinking process because it doesn’t require you to think. T.V. is just there, a short lived happiness nothing substantial to offer. It has been proven to reduce productivity and promote laziness. These consequences are the last thing our public needs. This country is literate and intelligent enough, to be able to ignore television and find out the things we need to know, by ourselves and with out further assistance.
By appealing to the viewer through theirs emotions, television draws people in so that they forget their duties. Programs are packed full of action, previously unknown sites, drama, and more either desirable or horrific worlds. These soap operas, sitcoms, and other shows spark our curiosity, makes laugh or cry, and they even relate to our everyday lives. Yet, when people get wrapped up in this form of entertainment many things can become neglected, and people can become focused on the lives of others, rather then their own life. It has also become a habit for some to schedule duties around their favorite programs, detracting from time in which they could be getting things done, such as work, exercising, or reading, actually using their brains. Some people have even been known to drive recklessly just to make it home in time for a program, neglecting their duties of the road and endangering everyone around them. Television fills time that could be used to exercise your brain, find a hobby or learn something new.
Basic knowledge and common sense aren’t developed if no initiative has been taken to understand and find new information. Even the search for new facts has slowed because of television. People no longer have to use time and to find the things that they need, it’s all just laid out for them. Yes there may be some beneficial points to this, but through the process of finding information people learn things they didn’t expect and develop skills that will help them in life. Beneficially, T.V. opens the population to information that they didn’t know they didn’t know, unveiling a wealth of knowledge that would have gone undiscovered. The shows that do this are some shows that air on the History Channel, The Discovery Channel, and other programs that may hold beneficial knowledge. Yet, these channels, though they may help in some ways, still pull people away from the library for example, and allow people to not have to work or use common sense to find this new intelligence. Other channels open the majority of people to what they believe they need, and these are usually the shows that are the most popular.
These “needs” are crammed into this country, so that citizens change their values from accomplishment, wisdom, and happiness to money and beauty. T.V. is full of commercials, infomercials, and subliminal messages, which make the majority of the population, believe that they “need” objects, money, and sex to fill our desires. Though these shallow requests look good on the surface, what people are forgetting is the way that the accomplished obtain these things. People who have obtained the desires, so vividly projected on screens, have set themselves apart from the couch potatoes, by taking the time and self will to work towards their dreams. The public needs to understand that while people sit and watch their favorite show, society in slyly placing advertisement and shallow needs into their conscience unbeknownst to them.
All in all television does detract from the thinking process because it doesn’t require you to think. T.V. is just there, a short lived happiness nothing substantial to offer. It has been proven to reduce productivity and promote laziness. These consequences are the last thing our public needs. This country is literate and intelligent enough, to be able to ignore television and find out the things we need to know, by ourselves and with out further assistance.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Television (5 paragraph essay)
In recent years, especially is the United States; laziness has become a growing epidemic. One of the causes of this plague is television, a box that captures our full attention without fail. People become obsessed with the lives of celebrities, imaginary love, wars, and luxuries. Televisions, today, detracts from the thinking process; it does this by distracting people from their responsibilities, it slows the search for information, and draws people into materialistic society.
By appealing to the viewer through theirs emotions, television draws people in so that they forget their duties. Programs are packed full of action, previously unknown sites, drama, and more either desirable or horrific worlds. These soap operas, sitcoms, and other shows spark our curiosity, makes laugh or cry, and they even relate to our everyday lives. Yet, when people succumb to this brainwashing entertainment many things can become neglected, and they are left as unsocial zombies glued to a glowing screen, wrapped in the lives of others. It has also become a habit for some to schedule duties around their favorite programs, detracting from time in which they could be getting things done, such as work, exercising, or reading, actually using their brains. Some people have even been known to drive recklessly just to make it home in time for a program, neglecting their duties of the road and endangering everyone around them. Television fills time that could be used to exercise your brain, find a hobby or learn something new.
How will anybody learn anything new if the initiative and common sense hasn’t been taken to find that information? Even the search for new information has slowed because of television. People no longer have to use reason and time to find the things that they need, it’s all just laid out for them and yes there may be some beneficial points to this, but through the process of finding information people learn things they didn’t expect and develop skills that will help them in life. Instead people lazily through themselves in front of a glowing box and loose all interest in what they could learn or have learned, and just open themselves up to commercials and things that stuff our brains full of the things we think we need.
These “needs” are crammed into this country, so that citizens change their values from accomplishment, wisdom, and happiness to money and beauty. Our society is full of advertisements and forms of subliminal messages, which make the majority of the population, believe that they “need” objects, money, and sex to fill our desires. Though these shallow requests look good on the surface, what people are forgetting is the way that the accomplished obtain these things. Accomplished people didn’t obtain these luxuries by watching them on T.V., as civilians do, they got them by thinking about the specific things that they wanted and more importantly figured out the way they were going to go about to get them. Society has all these primitive values that in the end bring nobody satisfaction and irrationally outweigh the nation’s intelligence and general thinking process. That’s exactly it, people aren’t really thinking so they continue not to think; people just allow themselves to get wrapped up all of these materialistic possessions that truthfully holds no significance, resulting in the irresponsibility and stupidity of America.
All in all television does detract from the thinking process because it doesn’t require you to think. T.V. is just there, a short lived happiness nothing substantial to offer. So when you reach for the remote and turn on that monitor next ask yourself, “Is this helping me, couldn’t I be doing something much more productive?”
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Freewrite Draft #3
This assignment, write what ever you feel, is a dangerous concept. I know what to write, but these thoughts that cloud my head and surface my deepest emotions, I wish not to expose, for eyes other than my own. These clouds foam with insecurities, worries and problems that exist in my life, these burdens no one needs to neither know nor carry, except myself. Even though, the clouds storm and rain in my stomach, so far the act of releasing my feelings about the torrential rain, has ceased the lightning.
When a hurricane comes people want to escape, find shelter, but have you ever just wanted to escape from yourself, your life? Leave and run somewhere unknown to you, so that you can quiet down, as if you are the storm running from steaming waters. Or even just escape to your dreams, not for the purpose of sleeping and closing heavy eyelids, but to find where your dreams will take you, so that you can escape the current reality in which you dwell? Sometimes my state of being is so dazed, it is off somewhere else, unable to return, so that remain in a dream-like stupor. How odd that distant thoughts and dreams, that you try to grasp, change you present and alter your current reality.
For those who say, “It does not do to dwell on dreams,” I strongly disagree. Were not dreams, thoughts, and desires necessary for those who have achieved greatness, good or bad? Didn’t before the accomplishments of great people became reality they had to dream it and dwell on that dream, for it to cease to be a dream and continue as solidified action? Dreams don’t need a time or place, or they’ll be lost as soon as they came, either that or you wont have the time to truly grasp one. It is like driving with no destination, and when people ask you where you are going, what will you answer? You can say, “No where,” but that is just avoiding the question and everyone ends up somewhere, or you can say, “I haven’t given much thought to it.” But once it is brought up, that you should have a destination, a dream, it will keep you up at night. You will succumb to insomnia, for your thoughts will race to find the answer to a simple question.
Is the recently phrased question really as simple as it seems? Does this question, fueled by dreams and filled with curiosity, know its own intentions? No I think not, because the four word “Where are you going?” question can ask twenty different things at once and there is no wrong answer. Besides who ever really knows where they are going? Some may know where they want to go, but rarely ever. “Where are you going?” can imply the present time, your intensions, your dreams and your desires; it all depends on what you are implying and the context in which it is in. The truth is it is impossible to answer this question to the fullest extent in which it is posed.
Would you want to be able to answer the fluffy question with a hard middle, like cottons with sharp seeds? If you could, would you be happy to know what you were dreaming, what would become of you and how you would achieve your future? Wouldn’t it be boring to have one dream your whole life and no real obstacles to overcome. Where is the excitement in this planned out life? Though, turning the answer on its axle, it would be helpful to know you destination and the passage in between. Now, it’s as if we are blind rats in a maze, or we are about to approach a pitch black hallway, no lights; never to know if we approached a door, and when we find one, if it is the right one or what lay behind it. You wander aimlessly, with out a clue, the smell of cold sulfur sweat from the back of your neck; the taste of saliva congealing at the corners of your mouth from fear of what is to come, arriving in unexplored territory. This simile shakes me to the core more then most; for my fear of the dark and the hidden surprises that lay beneath its cloak wraps its fingers around my stomach killing the butterflies that live inside. So the idea of entering an unknown, unfamiliar and pitch black hallway alone is one of the most frightening things in the world to me, not even dreams and fancies can shine a guiding light, they merely pick your torturous hallway. But then again would I want it to be lit and to know what was behind every door? I don’t know, but I am so scared…Oh how I wish I had a candle!
When a hurricane comes people want to escape, find shelter, but have you ever just wanted to escape from yourself, your life? Leave and run somewhere unknown to you, so that you can quiet down, as if you are the storm running from steaming waters. Or even just escape to your dreams, not for the purpose of sleeping and closing heavy eyelids, but to find where your dreams will take you, so that you can escape the current reality in which you dwell? Sometimes my state of being is so dazed, it is off somewhere else, unable to return, so that remain in a dream-like stupor. How odd that distant thoughts and dreams, that you try to grasp, change you present and alter your current reality.
For those who say, “It does not do to dwell on dreams,” I strongly disagree. Were not dreams, thoughts, and desires necessary for those who have achieved greatness, good or bad? Didn’t before the accomplishments of great people became reality they had to dream it and dwell on that dream, for it to cease to be a dream and continue as solidified action? Dreams don’t need a time or place, or they’ll be lost as soon as they came, either that or you wont have the time to truly grasp one. It is like driving with no destination, and when people ask you where you are going, what will you answer? You can say, “No where,” but that is just avoiding the question and everyone ends up somewhere, or you can say, “I haven’t given much thought to it.” But once it is brought up, that you should have a destination, a dream, it will keep you up at night. You will succumb to insomnia, for your thoughts will race to find the answer to a simple question.
Is the recently phrased question really as simple as it seems? Does this question, fueled by dreams and filled with curiosity, know its own intentions? No I think not, because the four word “Where are you going?” question can ask twenty different things at once and there is no wrong answer. Besides who ever really knows where they are going? Some may know where they want to go, but rarely ever. “Where are you going?” can imply the present time, your intensions, your dreams and your desires; it all depends on what you are implying and the context in which it is in. The truth is it is impossible to answer this question to the fullest extent in which it is posed.
Would you want to be able to answer the fluffy question with a hard middle, like cottons with sharp seeds? If you could, would you be happy to know what you were dreaming, what would become of you and how you would achieve your future? Wouldn’t it be boring to have one dream your whole life and no real obstacles to overcome. Where is the excitement in this planned out life? Though, turning the answer on its axle, it would be helpful to know you destination and the passage in between. Now, it’s as if we are blind rats in a maze, or we are about to approach a pitch black hallway, no lights; never to know if we approached a door, and when we find one, if it is the right one or what lay behind it. You wander aimlessly, with out a clue, the smell of cold sulfur sweat from the back of your neck; the taste of saliva congealing at the corners of your mouth from fear of what is to come, arriving in unexplored territory. This simile shakes me to the core more then most; for my fear of the dark and the hidden surprises that lay beneath its cloak wraps its fingers around my stomach killing the butterflies that live inside. So the idea of entering an unknown, unfamiliar and pitch black hallway alone is one of the most frightening things in the world to me, not even dreams and fancies can shine a guiding light, they merely pick your torturous hallway. But then again would I want it to be lit and to know what was behind every door? I don’t know, but I am so scared…Oh how I wish I had a candle!
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Free Wrie Draft #2
This assignment, write what ever you feel, is a dangerous concept. I know what to write, but these thoughts that cloud my head and surface my deepest emotions, I wish not to expose, for eyes other than my own. These clouds are made of insecurities, worries and problems that exist in my life, these burdens no one needs to neither know nor carry, except myself. Even though, the clouds storm and rain in my stomach, so far the act of releasing my feelings about the torrential rain, has ceased the lightning.
When a hurricane comes people want to escape, find shelter, but have you ever just wanted to escape from yourself, your life? Leave and run somewhere unknown to you, so that you can quiet down, as if you are the storm running from hot waters. Or even just escape to your dreams, not for the purpose of sleeping and closing heavy eyelids, but to find where your dreams will take you, so that you can escape the current reality in which you dwell? Sometimes my state of being is so dazed, it is off somewhere else, unable to return, so that remain in a dream-like stupor. How odd that distant thoughts and dreams, that you try to grasp, change you present and alter your current reality.
For those who say, “It does not do to dwell on dreams,” I strongly disagree. Were not dreams, thoughts, and desires necessary for those who have achieved greatness, good or bad? Didn’t before the accomplishments of great people became reality they had to dream it and dwell on that dream, for it to cease to be a dream and continue as solidified action? Dreams don’t need a time or place, or they’ll be lost as soon as they came, either that or you wont have the time to truly grasp one. It is like driving with no destination, and when people ask you where you are going, what will you answer? You can say, “No where,” but that is just avoiding the question and everyone ends up somewhere, or you can say, “I haven’t given much thought to it.” But once it is brought up, that you should have a destination, a dream, it will keep you up at night. You will succumb to insomnia, for your thoughts will race to find the answer to a simple question.
Is the recently phrased question really as simple as it seems? Does this question, fueled by dreams and filled with curiosity, know its own intentions? No I think not, because the four word “Where are you going?” question can ask twenty different things at once and there is no wrong answer. Besides who ever really knows where they are going? Some may know where they want to go, but rarely ever. “Where are you going?” can imply the present time, your intensions, your dreams and your desires; it all depends on what you are implying and the context in which it is in. The truth is it is impossible to answer this question to the fullest extent in which it is posed.
Would you want to be able to answer the fluffy question with a hard middle, like cottons with sharp seeds? If you could, would you be happy to know what you were dreaming, what would become of you and how you would achieve your future? Wouldn’t it be boring to have one dream your whole life and no real obstacles to overcome. Where is the excitement in this planned out life? Though, turning the answer on its axle, it would be helpful to know you destination and the passage in between. Now, its as if we are blind rats in a maze, or we are about to approach a pitch black hallway, no lights; never to know if we approached a door, and when we find one, if it is the right one or what lay behind it. This simile shakes me more to the core then most, for I am afraid of the dark, and the hidden surprises that lay beneath its sheltering cloak. So the idea of entering an unknown, unfamiliar, and pitch black hallway alone is one of the most frightening things in the world to me, not even dreams and fancies can shine a guiding light, they merely pick your torturous hallway. But then again would I want it to be lit and to know what was behind every door? I do not know, but I am so scared…Oh how I wish I had a candle!
When a hurricane comes people want to escape, find shelter, but have you ever just wanted to escape from yourself, your life? Leave and run somewhere unknown to you, so that you can quiet down, as if you are the storm running from hot waters. Or even just escape to your dreams, not for the purpose of sleeping and closing heavy eyelids, but to find where your dreams will take you, so that you can escape the current reality in which you dwell? Sometimes my state of being is so dazed, it is off somewhere else, unable to return, so that remain in a dream-like stupor. How odd that distant thoughts and dreams, that you try to grasp, change you present and alter your current reality.
For those who say, “It does not do to dwell on dreams,” I strongly disagree. Were not dreams, thoughts, and desires necessary for those who have achieved greatness, good or bad? Didn’t before the accomplishments of great people became reality they had to dream it and dwell on that dream, for it to cease to be a dream and continue as solidified action? Dreams don’t need a time or place, or they’ll be lost as soon as they came, either that or you wont have the time to truly grasp one. It is like driving with no destination, and when people ask you where you are going, what will you answer? You can say, “No where,” but that is just avoiding the question and everyone ends up somewhere, or you can say, “I haven’t given much thought to it.” But once it is brought up, that you should have a destination, a dream, it will keep you up at night. You will succumb to insomnia, for your thoughts will race to find the answer to a simple question.
Is the recently phrased question really as simple as it seems? Does this question, fueled by dreams and filled with curiosity, know its own intentions? No I think not, because the four word “Where are you going?” question can ask twenty different things at once and there is no wrong answer. Besides who ever really knows where they are going? Some may know where they want to go, but rarely ever. “Where are you going?” can imply the present time, your intensions, your dreams and your desires; it all depends on what you are implying and the context in which it is in. The truth is it is impossible to answer this question to the fullest extent in which it is posed.
Would you want to be able to answer the fluffy question with a hard middle, like cottons with sharp seeds? If you could, would you be happy to know what you were dreaming, what would become of you and how you would achieve your future? Wouldn’t it be boring to have one dream your whole life and no real obstacles to overcome. Where is the excitement in this planned out life? Though, turning the answer on its axle, it would be helpful to know you destination and the passage in between. Now, its as if we are blind rats in a maze, or we are about to approach a pitch black hallway, no lights; never to know if we approached a door, and when we find one, if it is the right one or what lay behind it. This simile shakes me more to the core then most, for I am afraid of the dark, and the hidden surprises that lay beneath its sheltering cloak. So the idea of entering an unknown, unfamiliar, and pitch black hallway alone is one of the most frightening things in the world to me, not even dreams and fancies can shine a guiding light, they merely pick your torturous hallway. But then again would I want it to be lit and to know what was behind every door? I do not know, but I am so scared…Oh how I wish I had a candle!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Freewrite
I suppose I'll write about how i know not what to write. All these thoughts that cloud my head and that surface my deepest emotions I don't want to expose to eyes other than my own. All of these thoughts are of insecurities, worries, and problems that exist in my life, these burdens no one needs to know nor carry except myself. Isn't it amazing how I began this with no knowledge of what was to come out of my pen, and emerged this paragraph from where, I don't know, but so far this release is comforting.
Have you ever wished you could escape? Leave and run somewhere unknown to you, so that your location was unknown to the world? Or even just escape to your dreams, not for the purpose of sleeping and to close heavy eyelids, but to find where your dreams will take you and escape the current world you're in. Sometimes my state of being is so dazed it's off somewhere else unable to return so that I remain in a dreamlike stooper. How odd that distant thoughts and dreams, that you try to grasp, change your present and alter your current reality. Were not dreams, thoughts, and desires necessary for those who have achieved greatness, good or bad? Didn't before the accomplishments of great people became reality they had to dream it and dwell on that dream, for it to cease to be dream and continue as solidified action? For those who say, "It isn't good to dwell on dreams," I strongly disagree. Dreams don't need a time or a place, or they'll be lost as soon as they come or you will never truly have time to grasp one. It's like driving with no destination, and when people ask you where you are going, what will you answer? You can say, "No where," or "I haven't given much thought to it." But once it is brought up, that you should have a destination then it will keep you up all night. You will succumb to insomnia for your thoughts will race just to find the answer to a simple question.
Yet, the truth is it's not a very simple question. Who really ever knows where they are going, they sometimes know where they want to go, but rarely ever. This is about your future, your dreams-this question, "where are you going," can mean and ask twenty different things at once, and there is no wrong answer, is there? Yet, there is always a better answer, this all depends on what you are implying or the context that it's in. The truth is no one truly and fully is able to answer, "Where are you going?" If I ever come across a person who knows exactly where they are going, how they will get there, and who actually does achieve this in the way they were going to, I'll eat my pen. And if this person does exist they're going to have an extremely unamusing and boring life. Where's the excitement? It just seems such a gray and dingy way to live. Yet, how helpful, to know where you will end up and how you will get there. Right now I feel as if I am about to go into a ptch black hallway and never know when I will reach a door, or if it is even the correct one. This similie and reality is even more disturbing because I'm afraid of the dark and the idea of entering a pitch black and unfamiliar hallway, all alone is one of the most frightening things in the world to me. But then again would I want it to be lit and to know what was behind every door? I don't know, but I am so scared....oh how i wished I had a candle!
Have you ever wished you could escape? Leave and run somewhere unknown to you, so that your location was unknown to the world? Or even just escape to your dreams, not for the purpose of sleeping and to close heavy eyelids, but to find where your dreams will take you and escape the current world you're in. Sometimes my state of being is so dazed it's off somewhere else unable to return so that I remain in a dreamlike stooper. How odd that distant thoughts and dreams, that you try to grasp, change your present and alter your current reality. Were not dreams, thoughts, and desires necessary for those who have achieved greatness, good or bad? Didn't before the accomplishments of great people became reality they had to dream it and dwell on that dream, for it to cease to be dream and continue as solidified action? For those who say, "It isn't good to dwell on dreams," I strongly disagree. Dreams don't need a time or a place, or they'll be lost as soon as they come or you will never truly have time to grasp one. It's like driving with no destination, and when people ask you where you are going, what will you answer? You can say, "No where," or "I haven't given much thought to it." But once it is brought up, that you should have a destination then it will keep you up all night. You will succumb to insomnia for your thoughts will race just to find the answer to a simple question.
Yet, the truth is it's not a very simple question. Who really ever knows where they are going, they sometimes know where they want to go, but rarely ever. This is about your future, your dreams-this question, "where are you going," can mean and ask twenty different things at once, and there is no wrong answer, is there? Yet, there is always a better answer, this all depends on what you are implying or the context that it's in. The truth is no one truly and fully is able to answer, "Where are you going?" If I ever come across a person who knows exactly where they are going, how they will get there, and who actually does achieve this in the way they were going to, I'll eat my pen. And if this person does exist they're going to have an extremely unamusing and boring life. Where's the excitement? It just seems such a gray and dingy way to live. Yet, how helpful, to know where you will end up and how you will get there. Right now I feel as if I am about to go into a ptch black hallway and never know when I will reach a door, or if it is even the correct one. This similie and reality is even more disturbing because I'm afraid of the dark and the idea of entering a pitch black and unfamiliar hallway, all alone is one of the most frightening things in the world to me. But then again would I want it to be lit and to know what was behind every door? I don't know, but I am so scared....oh how i wished I had a candle!
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