2013: THE JOURNEY

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As the year reaches its death, I would like to take the time to reflect. What I accomplish this year? Absolutely nothing! But it is interesting to think about all the events that surrounded your life in just one year. Every year has a special something just like every person has a special relationship. Well, enter the journey, I guess. Sure I traveled a lot, but really I wouldn’t call any of it very memorable. In fact, I’m not much into dwelling on memories but rather creating them. So I look forward to the new year not in a traditional sense but because everyday is a new day and another chance to start another journey. You should try it too if you’re trying to remember any major events of the past like me. It’s done and while good to ponder over especially to correct any mistakes or to not make them again, it’s best just to move forward.

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WHAT IS IGNORANCE?

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“Ignorance is not someone who doesn’t know, but someone who refuses to understand.”

I’m going to tell you a story: Two men were walking across a bridge. They looked over the side and wondered if they would die if they jumped over it. Another man came across the bridge and tells them.”If you jump over this bridge you will die.”

One man believed him, but the other sneered and questioned. “How do you know if we will die if we jumped off the bridge? Have you done it?”

So the man who told them not to jump off the bridge pulled an orange from his lunch sack and dropped it over the side. The orange splattered when it reached the ground.

Then the man said. “Like that orange you splatter if you jump off the bridge.”

One of the men believed him still but the other just simply sneered and said. “That is an orange that splattered. I’m a man! We’re two different things. How are you to say that I will splatter just like that orange?”

So the man finally said. “Listen I am not going to stop you if you decide to jump off this bridge. If you want to do it go ahead.”

So the man who didn’t believe him jumped off the bridge and died, and the other two men continued to travel across the bridge.

Along the way, the one man that believed him asked the other man. “Why didn’t you stop that man from jumping off the bridge?”

The other man looked at him and told him. “If I had stopped that man from jumping, would he have believed me, would you? He probably would have done it eventually. Now, here’s my question for you: would you jump off that bridge?”

So the man said. “No, I would not have.”

So the man replied. “Then you are a very smart man.”

Does that answer your question.

THE “ONLY CHILD” OFFENSE

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So I was reading an article about only children (Don’t ask me why.) and I found that the article written by the person was about why the couple wanted an only child and that others would mind their business about whether they wanted more children. What bothered me was the reasons why. She states that she wanted only her daughter because she didn’t want to deal with the competition and she couldn’t possibly imagine loving another child as much as her daughter. Despite her saying that it was very possible for couples to do so, I kind of bridled at that and it also reminded me of a quote from the Seed of Chucky: “One’s a blessing. Two’s a curse.” being the youngest of two, I couldn’t help but be irritated at that. Why you may ask? It is the couples’ choice whether they decide on whether to have more. The fact is I do agree about that. It is the couples’ choice, but look at it from my perspective or any other children that was born second to last. When you say something like that, you’re basically pointing a finger at me and saying, “You shouldn’t have existed, it’s your fault there’s so much trouble around the house, I will never love you as much as your sibling because you’re not special to us, and I just wish you were never here just so we can have the perceived peace we would have if we have never conceived you.” Sounds offensive doesn’t it? My problem with their choice is not the choice itself but the fact they’re making their choice for the wrong reasons. I would applaud them to have one child, especially if you have financial problems and can only support one, and if you want to just raise only one then that’s your business and means no offense to me, but don’t make that decision based on that because you’re limiting your love and that only not makes it harder to love the next child (It can happen whether you wanted or not sometimes.) but limits the love for family and friends based on criteria that is kind of strict. Nobody likes that person. That’s the “Only Child” offense.

WHERE TO?

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     Hey, bloggers. So I was admiring the Leaning Tower of Pisa the other day, wishing I had a camera when a thought passed through my skull: Where do I head to next Monday? It’s between either Russia or Switzerland. On the one hand, Switzerland is closer. On the other hand, I think Russia is thick with greater culture and is larger. Both regions I know little about and of course I could always go to both. Hmmm…I think I’ll head to Switzerland first, especially since it’s right there, and then go to Russia. Should be fun. Bye.

PUBERTY: THE TEENAGE DREAM AND NIGHTMARE

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=DGVPQF03tfI

Puberty: It’s one freaky (Blank) and cruel mistress. You know the time where you get hair in weird places, your voices change, body changes, and even your mood changes. That’s so weird. I bet you’re wondering “Why are you telling me this and what does this have to do with writing?” Well, a writer’s got to explore and puberty is one those big deals when dealing with a coming of age character. Now anyone who has at least been to high school and somewhat later in life knows that puberty is total nightmare, especially if you don’t know what’s going on, but sometimes people embrace it believe it or not because it means you’re growing up and such and you might get appealing traits and what not, so it’s like a dream and a nightmare rolled into one. What makes it worse is the fact that you feel that no one understands you or what you’re going through and that makes you…well even moodier. Fortunately, the storm blows over eventually but I can’t say that it’ll leave you completely unscarred or if it even finishes everything. But if it’s one thing it teaches you, it’s this little thing called life.