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Wednesday, 11 March 2009

  • Change

    Change(verb): to become different in essence.

    I'm tired of my box. I'm tired of the traveling the same path. I'm tired of the same future and the same past. But most importantly I am tired of the present.

    I'm ready for change. I'm ready to cause my life to "become different in essence." I'm ready to feel the blood rush through my veins with newfound strength and for my pale skin to blush bright with love. I'm ready to stop being a people pleaser.

    I have reached a unanimous and dangerous conclusion that I am what most people call a people-pleaser. I plan my future, choose my activities and make my decisions because it is what you--my readers, my peers, my family, my teachers--want for me. Through the years I have lost the ability to decide for myself and I am ready to regain responsibility over my own life. In taking on that challenge, however, I plan on losing my ability to compromise and sacrifice unless you--my readers, my peers, my family, my teachers--prove that you, too, are willing to make the same or equal sacrifices to me. And not the same as in "same or equal" facilities for blacks in the South post-Civil War, but actually equal. And so help me God, you'd better be ready to prove it.

    I think that the reason most people struggle so deeply and inwardly with change is because with change comes vulnerability, unfamiliarity, and that necessity of building up again from ground zero. With change comes responsibility and uncertainty.

    But personally, I am done being a people pleaser. I'm done make my decisions off of your objections and opinions. It's my turn to decided what is best for me.

    What is best for me is change.

    Bring in the new and enlightened yet vulnerable and uncertain me.

    I feel like this should end with some kind of final word, like cheers or Amen or hallelujah. And since I am officially following my own heart:

    Cheers.

Monday, 24 November 2008

  • Oh, the illusions of happiness

    I sometimes find myself wondering if I could possibly be as happy as I proclaim that I am. I think that possibly I have created this false sense of security in happiness and so when I need a moment, that's where I run to.

    This isn't by any means to say that I am not actually happy. Trust me, 99.9% of the time I am. But we all have those days where 99.9 just isn't enough. Where it falls just enough short that we run to our "happy place." The irony of the matter at hand, however, is that quite possibly my happy place is found within happiness. Maybe in spreading a smile unto others I consequently bring it upon myself? If that makes any sense at all...

    All I know is that we as human beings with those oh-so-shameful human instincts tend to either be so apathetic about everything that nothing truly matters or be so high-strong about everything that it matters too much. I sometimes worry myself in this matter: It seems like everything I do is about getting into college. I join the clubs that I do so that I can put them on my college resume. Granted I enjoy the things I do, but enjoyment most likely wasn't the first clear cut reason for which I joined them. I strive to get the grades I get, yes, because I enjoy being proud of my work, but moreso because I want colleges like UCLA and Berkeley to be even prouder of my work. I work the jobs I do and volunteer at the places I do because I am constantly evaluating myself through the eyes of an admin officer.

    But what about once I get there? What about after a college of my choice decides I am worthy enough and accepts me. What about when I move away from home and am living on my own. Granted I still have the ultimate goal of being a surgeon at hand, but what will be that one ever approaching test of my abilities that I will spend my whole college life working towards?

    Then I wonder if I dictate my life too much upon my appearance to college. If I'm so worried about my goals after college now, then why don't I just step back and look at the bigger--or rather, the smaller picture. The thing that should be the most apparent to me is that high school needs to be the best 4 years of my life. Between spirit week and finally gaining some independence I should be happy with life as it is right now and not be concerned about what colleges will think, right?

    Maybe I am making it even harder for myself to be truly happy. If I am always living for the future, then am I living for nothing? And if I feel as though I am living for nothing, am I ever happy? Probably not.

    So for now, I am going to step back, relax, and enjoy the ride. Because the ride is all of got. And once I am truly happy, I won't need my happy place to hide in--no pun intended. And when I stop hiding in that place, that will be when I have found true happiness.

    Until then, I'll put a smile on my face and go get my homework done, because God forbid I ever get a B. ;)

Monday, 01 September 2008

  • A Place Called Home

    Better than I have ever known any other truism in the world, I know this: there is no better place to be than home. This place isn't necessarily always your house. For some people, home is school. For others, home is the ocean. For me home is a feeling. It's that feeling of being so loved and welcomed that my heart could quite possibly explode.

    Yes, that's right. Explode.

    You know that feeling when your dating someone and you pretend to like things they like just because you know it will give you something to talk about? Like, when I was dating CJ, I honestly made myself believe I liked the music he listened to, the sports he played (lacrosse), the classes he liked. That's when you know that your in lust.

    But then there is the opposite. When you don't have to pretend to like something that you don't, because you and that oh-so-special someone like all of the same things. Or in quite the opposite situation, you and that someone are so different that you click well.

    And that's when you've found home. It's when you don't just hang around your someone to be with him/her, but also to be with his/her family, because you know how welcomed you are into their home, their hearts, and their lives. It's when you're so meant to be togethere that you're someone-special's dad comes up to you and says "So when you two move to college together, have you put any thought to where you're going to live?" It's when you know that everything in the world is in sync; when all is good, and all will never be any less than good.

    They say home is where the heart is. For me, heart is where the home is and all it takes is one simple sentence to make others feel like they're at home too. All you have to say is "You're always welcome here" or even "We enjoy our time with you." A smile is contagious, and so is love.

     "Love brings happiness; happiness brings love." And that's all it takes to make a little change in the world.

     

Tuesday, 15 April 2008

  • The World in Moderation

     "Everything in moderation:" food, drama, makeup, responsibility, fun. Of course in our lives we make a concious effort to moderate the bad things (most of us anyways). I mean, we put a limit on how much unhappiness and stress we allow to eat away at us. And as they say, "all good things must come to an end," but how many of us will honestly draw the line of moderation through the good aspects of life? I know I didn't.

    Until I opened my eyes. Look at the world around you and draw where you think the line is. Example: I mean, of course you want to look good, which obviously includes hair and makeup, nails and maybe even showing a bit of those newly summer-ready legs of yours. But how much is too much? That sentence coming out of the mouth of a sixteen year old high schooler shows just what this world has come to. After a drabby winter, God knows I'm happy to see that sunshine out. But spring is that wonderful time of year where all of the clammed up girls around the nation bring out the shorts--the really, really, really, ridiculously short shorts. *cough cough*

    I wonder if they have any idea that the only guys looking at them are the ones that want to get in their pants?!? What starts out as their intention to look nice--nothing there at blame--turns into a sort of tacit competition among women. I wonder if they know they don't need to put out to look good. The worst part being: what trashiness began in the high school generation has now spread to adults. Let me tell you how seeing a teacher popping out of her shirt makes me feel. *barf*

    And for that more conservative element of you all out there who actually does understand the concept of looking good (thank God for you), it's not just clothing, it's life. This is the part that applies to me, and I am sure, many of you. Responsibilities. I know I take on a lot because it's all about reaching that ever-present goal of a full-ride scholarship to college. This is the way I put it to my mom "Everyone applying to an Ivy League school has got good grades. That administration isn't going to let you in on your GPA. It's everything else you have done: sports, activities, clubs, volunteering..." But there is a point in time where you take on too much. Do you honestly think you can juggle the responsibilities of school, soccer, a job, NHS, SHS, Link Crew, Ignite, Tutoring, volunteering, AHS, 10 AP Classes, 2 extra college courses, and have a life?! 

    The line needs to be drawn in your life, in society, in the world... before we all end up so worried about making it through the next hour that we forget about the joys of life. Do the things you love and love the things you do, or in the end, you'll feel like you missed out on 100 years of your own life. It's not meant to be like that.

    Hence my name, Live Your Life Crazy.  

     

Tuesday, 19 February 2008

  • Been there, done that.

    Everyone knows the feeling. You know, the day you think to yourself "My God, today could not get any worse." And then as if things weren't bad enough as it was, it does... it gets worse. How do you continue on through the day when it has become an exponential decay--it starts out alright until it slowly gets worse, and then suddenly it plummets into a monsterous black hole? Why do days like this happen? Is it the fault of the universe holding an invisible cloud over you so the rain just keeps coming, or is it your own fault?

    The bad days, yes, sure they come, but then they go. And even when you don't feel as though the rain will ever end, it has to at some point. Life isn't a lake that will overflow and drown the town. Life is like... a rainbow. Man, that sounds cheesy, but really, just hear me out. The bad times--the rainy hours--they exist, yet the beauty of the following rainbow makes up for it all. The rainbow is hope, it's the motivation to keep moving on. And dammit it's hard to make it through the rain, but if you yourself keep the thought inside that the rainbow is soon to come, then I promise you'll make it through.

    Even the sun has the days that it just can't shine as bright, and trust me, those somber days will appear periodically through your life, but it is up to you to not let that day turn into weeks or months. Don't remember the rainbow when it's too late. And not only is it up to you to keep the bad days short, it's up to you to not let it spread. Yes, they say that smiles are contagious, but so are frowns, and that isn't the kind of feeling you want to be spreading throughtout the world. Bad days, they happen, but it is in your power to make them good. This is the one point in your life where you can prove your omnipotency and show the world how capable of changing bad into good you are. It all depends on your outlook of things. A very famous cartoon character, Ziggy, once said "You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses." Now that's one I haven't heard before. It proves that any situation, even something as displeasing as a thorn can be turned into good with the right attitude.

    In the movie Castaway, just for those of you who haven't seen it, (See it! It's amazing!) the main character played by Tom Hanks is the sole survivor of a small plane crash. He spends years and years on a deserted island, making due with a few packages that washed ashore after the crash. He even tries to commit suicide by hanging himself off a branch on the edge of a cliff. Once he's rescued years later, he says:

    "I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone.I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So... I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I - , I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over nothing. And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring? "

    In this quote, Chuck Nolan (Tom Hank's character) realizes in his suicide attempts that life is always worth living but it is constantly changing. You've just got to keep breathing, and tomorrow the sun will rise and give you a fresh start.

    Maybe you think a lot of what I've said today is a load of bull crap. That's fine, I'm not asking you to conform to my ideas (and I'm sure you all know my feelings on conformity), but I'm asking you to try to accept them. I don't know the exact quote but I know there is something out there about how smiling, even when you aren't happy, will eventually wear into you and make you happy. It's like if you call yourself something enough times like stupid or fat, you will eventually become that thing. So maybe if you tell yourself enough that you can be happy and try to look at the positive side of things, then that will happen.

    I'll leave you today with this:

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