So, it is now time to find a new place to live seeing as how April is creeping back up on me and I will soon be going back to Uni. As I’ve been searching, the one place that I really like, has one draw back. They monitor your internet…like stalk it…and right now I’m debating if it’s worth it…or if I should go for the apartment that’s four blocks from campus, and a good six blocks from where my classes will be instead….?
I’ve been debating on creating a type of blog for one of my stories to give me some motivation to actually finish it…but I’m having a hard time deciding if that’s really what I want to do. The only thing holding me back is the fact that I don’t want my story stolen…..Your thoughts?
“…So she said and crushed the heart inside me.
I knelt in her bed and wept. I’d no desire
to gon on living and see the rising light of day.
But once I ‘d had my fill of tears and writhing there,
at last I found words to venture ‘Circe, Circe,
who can pilot us on that journey?..’”—
The Odyssey, Homer
Don’t we all say the same thing at some point before we actually stop and ask for help?
I’ve seen this posted everywhere and it makes me wonder, what’s so different about it if everyone is doing it? But then I took a closer look at it and couldn’t help but notice that each “be different” is different. So that made me wonder, what’s your different?
“It may be a lifetime before I see you again on the far side of time. Wait for me. Look for me. Please don’t forget me, Melinda Skye, because one day I will come for you. I will come.”—
A Rose for Melinda, Lurlene McDaniel
If you haven’t read this story, you should. It’s beautiful and is an actual true story. It’s a compilation of letters written between a boy and a girl starting in kindergarten all the way up until they are grown. In those few letters, it tells their life story, and I find it amazing.
“Silence was inside me, riding the Ghost Metal tornado. Right at the center, at the heart of the song.
I didn’t need a voice. I had a bass. I didn’t need to hear myself talk or sing. Jerod could make the words for me.
Or maybe it was Silence herself, pouring out through the PA system. Either way, any way, They were my words. And all the world would hear them.”—~ Leander Watts, Beautiful City of the Dead
Right, so this is my first blog post ever. *cracks knuckles* let’s make it a good one. So, lately I’ve been just chillin’ at home and things because I’m not at Uni, it’s break for me. I thought I’d take this time to get my life back on track like it’s suppose to be and just…find myself again. So..I guess that’s most of the reason why I actually created this thing. So…here we go.
First, I want to know what it means to get your life back on track? I mean was there actually a track to be on in the beginning, or are we just wandering around like lost bumper cars, running into each other out of coincidence and trying to find something to call a track, you know like we do when we procrastinate. Find something to call “busy work”.
If there is such a thing as a track that our lives are meant to be on, then what is it? What does it look like? And how do we find it?
Second, how do you find yourself? Sometimes I feel like Julia Roberts on Run Away Bride. We both have one thing in common, we have no idea how we like our eggs. Roberts’ character has developed what is commonly known as “The Ophelia Syndrome.” If you know Ophelia, then Kudos to you. Ophelia is a character in one of Shakespeare’s most famous plays, Hamlet. (I personally enjoy the version with David Tennant and Patrick Stewart.) In the play, Ophelia seems to have no mind of her own and chameleons her personality to the most dominant person around her. She has no thoughts of her own.
Which brings me to my last thought and question. Do I have the Ophelia Syndrome? Or am I just being indecisive?
“Each of us dies countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame and humiliation. We perish from despair. And of course we die for… love. Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love.”—Christopher Carrion, Abarat: Absolute Midnight (via agoatatemyshortsonce)