Second Guessing
It's a terribly displeasuring concept- not knowing. Almost like journeying for months on end to find a treasure chest, only to realize the prize was a fluke. I often get a bitter taste in my mouth when I ponder the mysteries of life, however the topic intrigues me greatly. I grew up with faith, but my history book told a different story. I trusted my parents ideas of humanity, but it was hastily thwarted by my biology teacher. Now, I have been lead back to my treasure hunt- never really reaching a destination. All I can do in this world is wonder.
Understand?
A look of distress colors the blue eyes staring back at you in the kitchen mirror. You're home alone, battling against the thoughts that have been gnawing at your skull for days- maybe even weeks. You gently run your fingers over the smooth glass portraying a broken reflection. You know what you desire, but a large part of your subconscious is holding you back. You can already see their reactions, varying shades of astonishment and anger. They're too small-minded to understand, to accept the words that should've poured out of your mouth years ago, but instead have been ruthlessly locked behind a concrete dam. In an effort to ease your pounding heart, you take a deep breath and begin to confess. The relief the moment brings is liberating, but you know the freedom will be short lived. In the mirror, you watch as your lips curl into a wistful smile. You're well aware that when they return, you'll have to rebuild the cracked surface of the walls around your heart, but for the time being you're at peace with your voice, and that'll have to suffice. After all, at the moment,
you're the only one who truly understands.
Accepting
There's a certain feeling that comes with being lonely, a void in the very center of a body that grows with every passing second. Humans were meant to be sociable creatures, engaging in boisterous activities with their companions. The devious void opens its gates as humans burrow farther and farther away from the playful spirit they were given at birth. Being alone, however, is peaceful. It is not brought on by grief or crippling emotions. Being by ones self is a time of reflection, of building up enough energy to emerge from the darkness, back into the bustle of life. What many humans struggle with is finding a happy balance between the two, often teetering on the edge of the abyss, tempting fate to intervene.
Be Somewhere, Do Something
We all want different things.
We all lead varying lives.
Yet, we all base our view of world on the routine rise and fall of a star.
Why do we accept this as our reality? Why can't we wrap our brains around another ritual?
After all, time is a man-made concept.
Let's invent another system, watch it grow for eons upon eons
The mind can do very impactful things.
Remember that.
Pondering Aimlessly
Why does the majority of our population overlook the arts?
Is happiness; immersing the soul in a world of beauty, less important than smacking a homer? Making a goal?
I suppose the world is more interested in turning its inhabitants into souless androids, blindly guiding them backwards to our former primitive mindset.
Why do our school systems base intelligence on a single number?
I thought we were born to stand out? Why clump a multitude of brains together, judging strengths and weaknesses on hastily written tests?
Why don't we revolt?
Why are our programs dwindling?
Why won't someone save us?
Why doesn't anyone see us drowning?
Why do they turn their cheeks?
Dear Shyness ,
I'd like to say that I believe in fate. I've lived my whole life thinking everything happens for a reason, and why wouldn't it? Lately, I've come to the realization that no matter how horrid things become, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. There's never been a time in my life where I've felt more like myself. Right now, I feel free, jubilant, like I could easily hitch a ride on a fluffy cloud and drift into my own, personal sunset. I set a goal for myself this past January. I'd strive to break through my own walls, take a risk and ask my peers questions, get to know them and maybe let them know me. I'm a genuinely happy person. I find solace in making people laugh, making their days brighter, and the cement walls that I'd built unconsciously three years before had been blocking out the true aura of my personality. Shyness, you were an impossible obstacle in my life, chipping away at my emotions ruthlessly. I almost let you win; three years we battled. I stand here now though, a circle of peers surrounding me with excitement coloring their faces. Proof that victory is possible. Good things take time, and this was the best thing that could've happened. It wasn't just the breaking of my walls. From the rubble, I've erected a stronger persona, a more mature outlook on the beauty of life. I swear that every day from this day forward will only get better, if not physically, than It'll be another lesson to add to my filing cabinet, and that in itself is beautiful. So believe it or not, I want to congratulate you, shyness. Congratulations for fighting like hell. Congratulations for building a superhuman, and congratulations for being exactly what I needed to mend, I wish you upon nobody, though if you are you find another naive victim, I hope they're able to see past your menacing exterior, and defeat the coward you really are.
Sincerely, your worst nightmare.
Hi!
This is one of my first actual posts on this site, and I feel like I need to make a good first impression, so I figured I'd start by introducing myself.
My name is Kiley and I'm seventeen years old. For a while now, I've been trying to find a serious outlet for my quickly-penned works, and by the looks of it, I believe I've found my answer! I'm a bit self-conscious about posting anything, but what's a writer without practice, right? I'm a huge fan of super-natural(esque) books, and I've been attempting to start one for a while but it never seems to work out the way I want it to. I'm sure a lot of people here can relate to the feeling of knowing what you want to say in your mind, but whenever you put the words on paper, they seem misconstrued. That's my biggest problem at the moment. Other than that, of course I love reading (especially the classics), cleaning (I'm strange like that), and making people laugh, which might not have come across in this serious paragraph, so to make up for that here's a punny pick-up line: Did you invent the airplane? Cause you're Wright for me!
Anyways, I must bid you adieu for now.
if I continue to post on here, you'll quickly realize that I sign every entry off with "GBW" which stands for Goodbye world..it's something quirky I've done since I was a kid, and I haven't broke the tradition since.
That being said, GBW :)