Two people in different places.

They said "I don't think you should worry about finding love. Just remember to take your heart wherever you go."

I sat there and I smiled at how simple a task it was to take my heart wherever I went. I really like those simple answers from such complex questions.

Assignments

Motivation is hard to find in a teenage boy who only ever wants to sleep, eat or socialize with people he wants to socialize with. It's not that the teenage boy does not want to achieve or pave a path to a prosperous future, he just wants to savior the moments of being completely dependent and un-relied upon by his family. It is a supreme once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I don't know if the actions I take are always the best. I don't know if living life the way I push myself to live it is 'right' either. There is no right way to life. We all have been thrown into different situations, we are each facing some sort of battle, we have each fought our own demons in our life.

Personally, I have found that the most hardest obstacle to overcome in my life, is myself. Anyone can tell me to do anything, but whether I do it is up to me. Anything that happens in life is up to the way I perceive it. Anything I am taught, I can choose to learn or disregard. Not everyone with do things that people tell them to do. Not everyone will see a tragedy or an epiphany when you do and people will refuse to learn about something they won't care about. We shape who we are. Sometimes I wonder if I am doing it right.

I wonder if I have spoken to the right people and made the right friends, spent my time effectively and been who I want to have been and not what I want others to see me as. I'm scared of the paths I've taken and the choices I've made. Were they right or wrong? Do they mean anything at all?

I think all of these things and then suddenly realize that I would never care about such things if I acted as myself, did things I wanted to do and learned as much as I possibly could. To wonder if you've made the right choice is pointless once it's been made. All you can really do is accept things, such as yourself, for who/ what they are.

And of course, one teenage boy right now at this moment is neglecting his assignment to write this down. To waste time, to find an excuse or just for the sake of writing something, he chose to write something down.

money

i heard someone talking to her husband about a relative who pours the plastic packets of soy sauce from chinese restaurants into his soy sauce bottle at home, apparently to save money. her husband said, "i guess he thinks his time isn't worth any more than that."

One Dollar Plus One Dollar Equals Three Dollar$

I recently and heavily discussed the true meaning of a ‘holiday’ on the public calendar such as; Easter, Mother/Father’s Day, Birthday’s and Christmas.

It was not hard to get the person fired up since ‘they’ were speaking of behalf of ‘them.’

Firstly, I pointed out that advertising business’, particularly, America, is to blame for the over dramatic-commercialism that brainwashes unsuspecting mild intelligent human’s.

There comes a time in all our lives, supposedly, where we celebrate mothers just for that one day in May. I suggested what is wrong with the other possible 364 days of the year to show people affection? Although it’s this one day in May where everyone rushes down to the local shop to buy the crap on the shelves, wrap it, and send it. This somehow makes out that the deed is done for anther year when in actual fact their contributing to their own downfall, since they have to better their gifts for the year following.

Apparently, this holds more significance than any other day in the year to send a person a ‘gift’. Naturally, we’re all reminded of this, because of the billions of dollars wasted in spending plus sending you and me junk mail that reads;
MOTHERS DAY THIS WEEKEND, BUY HER CRAP AT MY SHOP THIS YEAR

I’m not a religious person but I know this occurs with Easter as well. The death of Jesus Christ is a good enough reason to eat a ten dollar pack of chocolates? I can’t see that as a strong reason to mark an occasion.

Birthday’s as well, it’s a well known fact that people may say ‘Oh, you shouldn’t have…’ or ‘I don’t want anything this year...’ but deep down in their sub-conscious small mind that they really wanted that toy or designer dress they had been waiting for since their last birthday.

Not forgetting the biggest ‘holiday’ of them all; Christmas. Sometimes money can divide a family rather then bringing together on the most ‘joyful’ day of the year. Money also contributes to the mud we all stand waist high in, known only as, debt.

When a person pointed out, that there are also days like, ‘Earth Day’ I begun wondering how many people gave this ‘holiday’ a second thought? Or fact that they never even heard of ‘Earth Day,’ highlights the difference of ‘important’ and ‘unimportant’ ‘holidays.’

I very much doubt that I’ll live to see the day where everybody stops celebrating such occasions without stronger convictions.

Maybe I’m too much of a persistent thinker.

Or maybe I’m just a realistic thinker.

You be the judge.

What do you think...?

Deaths Cycle (Poem)

Forever lost in heavy mist blinded, consumed by darkness, it hates.
It ponders lifelessly, soullessly it wonders the forgotten palace it calls home.

Distracted by the blackness of its body, it assumes battle plans.
Undoubtedly craving for souls, it gives off a cloudy aura.

You can not kill it for it can only kill you, do not fear it for it does not fear you.
At the sound of death it hunts, lusting for fresh souls, it appears.

Struggle all you want for when it is your time, its your time.
It casts a deadly fear in your eyes, you will scream.

You are cast into oblivion, where you find darkness.
Roam freely for the world you have been cast has no end.

You are forever lost in a heavy mist blinded, consumed by darkness, you hate.
You ponder lifelessly, soullessly you wonder the forgotten palace you call home.

You are now it.

*I would never really post such a dark poem, im genuinely more toward life like poetry. This is just resembling how i have been feeling the last couple weeks.*

A Sentence Tells A Story

We have all heard the cliche 'A picture tells a 1000 words' well i decided to look a little further into it and found out that its the Chinese proverb where in actual fact the literal translation is:

A Picture's Meaning Can Express Ten Thousand Words.

I started to think about it and thought of something similar which actually caught me by surprise. 'A Sentence Tell A Story'. If we can really express ten thousand words just by looking at a picture then i believe a sentence can reveal a story.

It may not turn out to be a true story but if our minds can come up with ten thousand words then our minds can also turn a sentence into a story. Take this for example: "He was only 16 when he looked right up into the sky to view the clouds as they passed by resembling time lost now that he is 30".

The story does not have to come out being as big as the 'Harry Potter' series but if you thought about that sentence i do believe our minds would be running around with ideas for a story.

To many kids and teens these days take their minds for granted.

Just a little thought i had i found to be interesting. What do you think?