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!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
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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