| I wish I was a little girl playing with sidewalk chalk again.
Memorial Day is a special day celebrated in remembrance of others that sacraficed their lives for their friends, families, and people of their country. As I am beginning to mature into a young adult, the simpler things in my life start to have larger influences on me. Watching my little cousins make their hop-scotch along the sidewalk between their yard and the neighbor's makes me want to be their age again. Eight years old. I pick up a piece of chalk and begin doodling. I create an island with a palm tree. There are clouds and birds flying around. As I draw the sunshine, something amazing happens. Coincidence or not, the sun comes out from behind the clouds & makes my island seem so real. I call it "Paradise."
Isn't that how life should be? We should be able to control the outcome of our lives instead of being controlled by the government. I'm starting to see the bigger picture. Little kids want to grow up and make their own decisions, but now I understand that you can't determine when the sun shines any more. You can't decide that any more than you can with war. So, let's not just use one day to honor those who have tried to help the outsome of our nation. Let's use every day to remember them, and to be grateful for what we have.. because one day you might grow up & you'll realize, too, that the rain comes and erases your "Paradise." |
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How will you measure the next 525,600 minutes of your life? |
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| It hurts to find out that the people you come to care about often times do not feel the same way towards you. I know I don't have it quite as bad as what some people experience, but I feel the pain now. Mine might be different, though. See, people suffer heartaches because someone they love breaks it. Well, I've never been in love. I was a fool to ever say the word. The emptiness; the longing for somebody has gotten to me. For, lack of love has me heartbroken. I`ve been patient for so long, but I can't pretend that I`m not hurting any more. I've been dropped from so high, and been squished in the ground. I guess that's the only way for them to forget. Maybe you just don't understand.
...THEN TODAY I REALiZED, THE FAiRYTALE LiFE iSN`T FOR ME.
I don't wanna be like Cinderella; sitting in a dark, cold, dusty cellar,
Waiting for somebody to come and set me free.
I don’t wanna be like Snow White; waiting for a handsome prince
to come and save me on a horse of white because..
I’d rather rescue myself. |
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