The past haunts me at moments in times, more so than the future tortures me. Questions constantly run through my head: Why didn't I do that? Why did I do THAT? How have I changed so much? Why didn't I prepare more?
My childhood was a beautiful thing, not that my life isn't a joy now. I fully love my life. It's just that there was more of a magic to my younger years. I could believe in anything, I could dream of the most impossible things. I didn't have to worry about the future, about what I needed to prepare for. Unfortunately, I should have started worrying about that years ago.
This leads me to some major points of advice as you grow older. It would be wise to at least read them. ;)
1. Keep ahold of your family. Even though you and your family are changing, one thing remains the same: you are still family. No matter what, there is a bond stronger than anything else between your mom, your dad, your brother or sister. Don't let the bond break, because you will find yourself missing it most of all as you grow older. Family is one of the most important things in life.
2. Never give up. I didn't often do this, but at the points I did give up, I regret it. I should have tried to harder, pushed myself to do more. I'm proud of what I have done, but I could have done so much more. Just know that people believe in you, no matter what, at least, the people who are important do. You can dream of reaching the stars, but you never will if you decide not to take the hardest step. So go ahead and shoot for the stars; even if you miss, you'll just learn how to do better next time.
3. Prepare. Know what you want to do and don't just dream about it. Push yourself to do your best and plan ahead. Do you know what college you want to go to? What majors do they offer? Do you even know what you want to do yet? Save up money for any financial issues you may have. It'll help, I promise, but do realize that money goes fast. You may have to get a job to continue to help out with any financial costs.
4. Enjoy yourself. This, over all others, is the most important. Life isn't important if you don't have fun. So make time for it. Ride a horse. Try out for that part you always wanted to get. Sing a song. Read a book. Geez, write a book if you want. It doesn't matter. As long as you enjoy yourself between getting yourself ready for the future and studying for your final, everything should go great. I mean, what do you have to keep you going forward if there's nothing exciting to come? But, then again, there's always exciting to come, I should hope. ;
Monday, June 28, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The Beast
The words fill my head, day and night. Ideas and stories weave themselves, threatening to loose themselves if I do not take hold. With this, I am given two choices: become a master of words or forever stand in the shadow of the people whose words are mountains.
It is hard, however, to tell if I am ready to wield the words that come to me. I trimble at their defiance, weep at their unwillingness to obey. They are like a snake, slippery and desperately trying to slither out of my grasp. Can I truly become their master if I cannot control them as I should?
But who says that the author is ever in control? The plot will find its own twists, deciding to share them with you at the last possible moment. The characters will grow out of their boundaries, taking risks and steps you had never thought them capable of. The imagination roars as the story develops, taking the control that the writer seeks.
There are those who claim that they have taken ahold - famous authors and poets alike. But do they truly wield the sword or does the sword wield them? For how else can the words escape onto the paper, but by taking control of the person who has discovered them, by entering into their very heart and brain and coming out through the fingers that move so carefully over the keyboard or paper?
The words fill my head, day and night. Ideas and stories weave themselves, threatening to loose themselves if I do not take hold. With this, I am given two choices: become a master of words or forever stand in the shadow of the people whose words are mountains.
I choose neither. The words and I will become one, both of us becoming tame when without each other we were considered the untamable... And we will never truly be completely tame.
It is hard, however, to tell if I am ready to wield the words that come to me. I trimble at their defiance, weep at their unwillingness to obey. They are like a snake, slippery and desperately trying to slither out of my grasp. Can I truly become their master if I cannot control them as I should?
But who says that the author is ever in control? The plot will find its own twists, deciding to share them with you at the last possible moment. The characters will grow out of their boundaries, taking risks and steps you had never thought them capable of. The imagination roars as the story develops, taking the control that the writer seeks.
There are those who claim that they have taken ahold - famous authors and poets alike. But do they truly wield the sword or does the sword wield them? For how else can the words escape onto the paper, but by taking control of the person who has discovered them, by entering into their very heart and brain and coming out through the fingers that move so carefully over the keyboard or paper?
The words fill my head, day and night. Ideas and stories weave themselves, threatening to loose themselves if I do not take hold. With this, I am given two choices: become a master of words or forever stand in the shadow of the people whose words are mountains.
I choose neither. The words and I will become one, both of us becoming tame when without each other we were considered the untamable... And we will never truly be completely tame.
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