Thursday, April 30, 2009

Life is Like a Candle...

"My candle burns at both its ends;
It will not last the night;
But oh, my foes, and oh, my friends --
It gives a lovely light."
-Edna St. Vincent Millay

I thought this was a very nice little poem. It is short and sweet, but it also has a good lesson. Life is like a candle; it does not last forever, but while it does you should let it give light for as long as possible. For as it is said, it is not about the number of breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away.

I think we should enjoy a few nice moments each and every day. There is something good about every day no matter how horrible your life may seem. There is always someone worse off, and most of us have it better than we think we do.

It depends on our attitude also. Our attitude is one of the essential factors in how we look at a situation. As Tom Lehrer once humorously put it: "Life is like a sewer. What you get out of it depends on what you put into it."

Thursday, April 23, 2009

It Has To Stop.

I have heard on the news recently two different cases of eleven year old boys committing suicide because they were bullied at school. Both of these stories very much touched my heart because I have been bullied, and I have experienced the depression that comes along with it.

I think it is horrible that our society has let it get to this point. We act like it is not a big deal, but it is. How can we just turn our heads when there are eleven year old kids being bullied to the point of choosing to take their own lives? How can we tolerate letting anyone being bullied to the point that they would rather be dead than alive?

There are a good number of people who think children overreact. How many times have I heard that kids will be kids? Yes, kids will be kids. Kids are not perfect and make mistakes. However, does that mean we should turn a blind eye to the children who cry themselves to sleep every night because they just can't fit in? The answer is no.

These children need to know that they are loved. Heck, everyone needs to know that they are loved. Everyone is loved, and I think it is sad that not everyone knows that. Bullying needs to stop. It can be pure torture for the ones going through it. We cannot just look at it like it's nothing, because to some it is everything. As we have seen, to some it is the difference between life and death. We must choose life and love over torture and death!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

I Just Can't Help It I Guess; I Care

I may look like just a kid, but I promise you I'm not. It might look like I'm still a child on the outside, and in a way, maybe I am. I still have my innocence. I still love to play around, and in some ways I am very immature.
However, I see certain things differently than most people my age. Sometimes I feel as if I am a wise old grandmother in a teenager's body. I don't always understand why I feel the ways I do. Sometimes it seems like it would be so much easier to only care about myself, but that is not the way I am. I care about other people too, and that is one thing about me that will never change.
Caring too much has a tendency to be one of my faults. It has given me both heartbreak and heartache. Still, I can not lock it away and throw away the key. It is like something that is always there, but it is not something concrete or tangible. Sometimes it goes through a kind of remission. It isn't always active, but it's always there. I just can't help it I guess; I care...

Friday, April 10, 2009

The Feeling of Freedom.

All she sees is the road ahead of her; behind her there is nothing left. That was her past, and all she cares about now is right now. She hears the scuff her Converse make as they hit the pavement. She is running at full speed now. Her heart is pumping up and down, up and down. It is like music to her ears. She sees a cloud off in the distance and pretty soon it starts to sprinkle. Before long she is running in the midst of a full blown storm, but it feels good! Oh! It feels so good as the raindrops wash the perspiration off of her face. She is in a state of bliss. She wants to keep this feeling forever, and she never wants to stop running. What is this new feeling that is beginning to embrace her every movement?
Is this what freedom feels like?

Friday, April 3, 2009

She Always Finds a Way.

People say she is just a girl, but she knows she could be so much more.

She is naive and innocent as they say, but she always seems to find a way.

She embraces the rain when it pours down, but she also loves the sunshine when it decides to come around.

She is short, but her pride is tall. She knows she can survive it and find strength through it all.