My Musings

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to write with the idea that someone else will be reading it. Since I can remember, poetry oozed out of my brain and landed on every paper that gave me 5 minutes of its time. I eagerly would ask my friends to read every single one and tell me what they thought. Writing and I were best friends, and I shared my writing with anyone who I thought might appreciate it. I mainly wrote about struggles in life; if you can understand a person’s sadness, y

I am a happy person. And that sentence either means that I truly am happy, or inside I’m depressed. But I really am a happy person. With me, what you see is what you get. And when I was younger, all the good poems were sad but they made your thoughts melt. So I began to write sad poems but… That wasn’t how I felt. I was a happy kid. My fate had been sealed. But I wrote so that maybe someone else would read it and say “yes! That’s exactly how I feel!” Because the persona you p

Helping people is really cool. I wish I had a better way to say that and I could have thought of a more clever choice of words but I didn’t. Because I think helping people is really cool and that’s it. I also think that helping the people you are able to help as you live your life is something everybody should aim for. I work at a food restaurant in the mall. It’s small and generally uneventful but one day at work, I was on the register just cleaning the counter and waiting f

Everyone has to believe in something; everybody clings to an idea as to why things are the way they are. I got into a discussion today about God and the future and the things we can’t change in life and it set off a complete train of thought in my head. Some believe that God puts you where you are and He is in control of your life. Others believe we decide our fate and destiny. But what is the truth? What puts us where we are right now? If I really am being guided by somethin