"Life is about living"

Life is about taking chances. I figured it out about 6 and a half minutes ago. Taking chances. What does that even mean? to do what your afraid of? to do something even when you know its wrong? To be an individualist? to like something while everyone else doesnt? to do the impossible? some might say to jump off a building and fly. But what exactly does it mean to take chances? im sure for every person its different. Does it mean to do something daring? or to simply be something your not?
All i know is that if i didnt take these so-called "chances" i wouldn't be the person i am today. So i guess you can say, that i did what i was afraid of, i've done things that i knew were wrong, i consider myself an individualist, i like plenty of things that others dont like, i guess you can say i've done the impossible, my flying attempt hasn't worked out ..yet, i've been daring, and i use to be something i wasn't. So i guess you can say i took enough "chances" but, according to my friend, life isn't about taking chances its about living.

Something I wrote last year for advisory class

He ran as fast as he could. The other guy dashed for the ball. It was Friday and the jungle was not quiet, if anything it was noisy. Laughing, screeching, screaming, yelling seemed like something they were accustomed to. Constantly tapping the item on the wall of Decision. They were taken away by the game, they ran after the ball like a wolf preying on a deer. They seemed to forget about the world and everything around them. Today I realized what a single handball game can do to a single human.

A prologue to something I probably will never finish.

I was born in the middle of my life. Or at least that’s what my conscience kept telling me. Some might say I’m a child, some might strike me as a fool, some never listen to me, and others? Well, they are simply just others; there is not much to say about them. Now that we’ve met there is something you should probably know about me. Just when I think I’ve got the world all figured out turns out, I have absolutely NOTHING figured out. And I guess that’s one of my many – Well, some people call them flaws or faults. But lets be honest, it doesn’t matter what you call them. Call them whatever you want. I might come off as a complicated person, but that’s only because I’m human like everyone else. Who’s to really say? Actually, someone told me that, and sometimes I force myself to believe it. But to be honest, it contradicts to what I actually believe in. What do I believe in you probably asked yourself? Well, I don’t know yet. But I know were not all human. I’m trying to figure out the world remember?

Anyways, my dad died when I was 14, and all that was left, was my mom. She’s the only one I had, and according to some other events that took place later on, I lost her too. I mean, she was still there physically, but mentally and spiritually there, she was gone. I’d explain these “events” but it would take up too much time. So anyways, after my dad died, we had to move to another country and so that’s exactly what we did. I’ll never forget these moments in my life when I struggled, and cried, and had the most meaningful thoughts in my mind I hadn’t had in quite some time. But I can say that I never did I actually feel the emotion – fear. As far as I knew, fear wasn’t in my vocabulary and it wasn’t planning on seeping its way in any time soon.

I’m suppose to come out as a protagonist in this story, but it may surprise you, like it surprised me that I come off as an antagonist against whom other than myself. I’ve learned a lot since I’ve been here and I’ve grown more than a sunflower could ever grow. But, a wise man once said that you have to make the best of things, no matter how difficult or how easy it is, I was put in this situation for a reason, and that’s that. I knew he was a wise man because he actually told me he was. (Ha-ha.) I’m probably a little naïve to listen to a man who calls himself a wise man, but I don’t know why I did.



According to the world everything happens for a reason…

My father

The screams were loud. The ambulance was even louder. The promise of tomorrow was always there. The dream that slowly started to fade, became real. In one glimpse everything vanished. An angels hand reached out and carried the soul where only man can dream about. As good as life maybe here, but what's in store for us is incredible. The speck of lonliness is surrounded and we touch what is real. But later we touch what is unreal. Sorrow is something the saints do not want you to have, and we are only human to do so. Something without reason is meaningless and something with reason is meaningless. Patience and courage are virtues and for ones self o be truly satisfied we must attain those values. Perception, choice, and objection are the only values that no one can take that away from anyone. We are meant to be where we are. We all have our time written on pages. Thousands and thousands of pages. Pages of love, pages of regrets, pages of depression, pages of anger. Have no regrets and one can only grasp the memories for eternity.