"Our lives are not like writing; usually while writing, the whole story is already well thought out, but is ended with the title" In the sense that writers, from my experience, do not usually start with the title of their piece but instead reflect upon it at the end. In a sense, writers start near… Continue reading The Differences Between A Writer And His Life
Getting notice that a close one has passed never goes easy on a person. Especially not when there's a 9 year old waiting inside to chow down on some cake for his birthday, and he has no idea why everyone is suddenly silently hiding-sad. The magnificent thing that we can know about those who have… Continue reading In Memorial To An Astounding Friend
Isn't it quite exquisite how our brains work? One moment we could be thinking of nothing of great importance, while the next you're experiencing a mind-boggling question, about the great questions of life. Isn't it incredible how in one moment, we could live in a single memory we say we could never forget, then it… Continue reading Exquisite Archives
“I hear nothing...” whispered the boy sitting on his bed. “Maybe we’re alone,” responded the babysitter, “and we can see what happened.” The two rise up to start out the front door. “Wait! Let me grab a flashlight. There should be one around here somewhere...” The boy searches the room until he grasps a small… Continue reading Maybe We’re Alone
He was walking through the streets, admiring the simplicity of the world around him when he came across a treacherous scene. Nothing could truly phase the man except unnecessary destruction of innocence. And yet here he was, walking, minding his own business, when he came across the scene. An exquisite pathway of nature was being… Continue reading A Simple Life So Conflicted
"My kids are anything but common" read the wristband. It sat on the jewelry box, collecting dust, because the kids didn't realize this. They didn't see that they were any different from anyone else their age. They were just ... a blip on radar. But a blip on radar is not just a statistic. A… Continue reading A Chance
Perhaps one of the saddest sights in life is not the view of a lost love or even the loss of yourself, but the actual finding of yourself. This, of course, is me referring to 'The End.' Not the end of your life, now don't be silly! I am, however, talking about the end of… Continue reading Senior
Imagine having a pill that could erase any memory of your choosing. Would you take it? Some may say yes, while others would say no, but why is this the case? As people grow and live their lives, they experience things they never wished to know or to see. So, they would say yes to… Continue reading Losing Memory
I loved having late night conversations and getting so out of it. Going deep with discussing life. Getting to a universe-span feeling inside, when it was so unbelievably surreal and incredible. Like who are we? Why are we here? What if headaches are just our mind thinking things too advanced, that could destroy another timeline?!… Continue reading Pictures and People
When there's a long road in front of you, sometimes it's good to look back ... to reflect. ... just so you can see how far you've come. And see how much you've already achieved. One problem with people today is that they just keep going, without reflecting on what they've done. They continue on,… Continue reading The Road Ahead
Our universe is afloat in space. Everything in the galaxy has mass, which gives it its gravitational force. So, how is it possible to have our planets levitating around the sun? What is causing the sun to remain where it is? The universe is a curious place.. What would our world be like if our… Continue reading What If…?
This is real. This is life. It's magical, isn't it? We can remember to look at the world but sometimes we forget to see. We're always fast asleep in our own worlds and sometimes we miss what's right in front of us every day of our lives. I want to go to places I've never… Continue reading This Is Life
I slightly shivered from the momentary release of heat I had trapped under my sheets but I quickly got used to the cooler outside world.
"The stars shone down on me casting dancing shadows along the pavement, stretching every blade of grass to become towering creatures..."
If you haven’t heard, he scribbled a run-away best-seller called “Make Your Bed: Little Things That Can Change Your Life … And Maybe the World”. It’s pithy and quick … such an easy swallow my teenage grandson ate it in one night. The book … not…
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