My Many Lives

Sometimes I don't like the real world. I'd rather escape to somewhere else.

I would rather be a dragon rider, sharing my journey with my mythical-beast friend. I would learn the spell-casting languages of the naturally born spell casters. I would practice my sword fighting and become the best sword master in all the land. I would fly beyond the known with my dragon companion, taking on new adventures with my newly honed combat skills.

I would rather be a star-fleet officer, trailblazing a path through the unknown reaches of space. I would encounter new peoples and create diplomatic relations between races with whom we were enemies before. Nothing would stand in my way of unifying and learning about the universe. Anyone who would try I would gladly take as a new challenge.

I would rather be a small-town girl who meets the boy of her dreams. I would chase after him with all my might and only hope he would realize my existence. He would somehow find that I am the girl of his dreams, and together we would face many trials. Against all odds, our love would somehow succeed. Our trials would inspire our grandchildren and foster many more love stories to come.

The many stories and tales I would love to live will never be mine, but I am happy to live them, if only while the story is being told.

My Future

I want to be an artist.

I want to paint the canvas that is the world. I want to tug at people's heartstrings and make them care about things they never even knew existed. I want to show the world the beauty that can be found in the most mundane of places. I want to explode in a blast of colours and words, pictures and poems, thoughts and dreams. I want to create a new world from the fountain of my mind.

I want to help the world learn to see.

Electricity

Today I realized how dependent on electricity our society really is. I had known that our world requires it, but never had I realized just how far the extent our dependence is.

This realization came about during a power outage in our area. At the time the power shut off, it was sunset and many of the lights of the neighborhood were just turning on. My family quickly realized that unless we did our work by candlelight, progress had to be halted for the day. Our solution to the problem: go to sleep and set our cell phone alarms the time the electricity was estimated to come back on.

It was then I realized that our society simply stops functioning with the lack of power. Our factories shut down, our heat and air-conditioning shut down, and some people's lives shut down without the life support that electricity provides. Some people cannot even entertain themselves without a computer, television, or video game device. We send ourselves into our own off-mode of sleep. My own mother grew up with almost no electricity, but somehow she too became dependent on it.

Though electricity provides an almost infinite number of positive possibilities in the world, I feel that we should take note on just how dependent we are.

Struggling and Forgiveness

Is there no second chance? Can I not be forgiven?

What can I do when mistakes are made? I cannot apologize, for there is no one to apologize to. I cannot make up what I missed, for the time has passed without my knowing. I cannot pray, for even God will not change what has already been done.

I am left with nothing but my own stupidity to keep me company. I keep running from the mistakes I've made and struggling against the force trying to pull me under. Wouldn't it be better to simply let myself be pulled under? However, that is not possible because someone is keeping me above just enough so that I still have to keep struggling. I am unable to stay above, and unable to peacefully drift under.

Where is the relief?

Home Sick

I find it odd how when I am forced to stay home from illness, I value the time much more than on any other day.

While it is logical that I value the time so much, it makes much less sense that it is more important on these days. Every Saturday I spend the day wasting my time, and during the week I seem not to care. Perhaps it is knowing that this day is a rare occasion. After all, I try to avoid sick days because of the hassle they later produce.

When does it seem most logical to be so time-wary? Though the true answer may be always, such an answer is not realistic. Is it ever a good idea?

Second Photos

I decided to search for a few more photos that I had already taken. I came up with a few more, and discovered many of them were from my brother's graduation almost a year ago. Somehow, the photos make the emotions much stronger than the graduation ceremony itself did. Looking back on things always seems to intensify emotions doesn't it?

Old abandoned hotel rooms

Lonely graduation caps

A content stray cat

First Photo Post