Sometimes my mind wanders, meanders gravitating towards the dark places where it visits.
     But not always. Sometimes these are violent surges. It does not drift to these dangerous places, it crashes and heaves, threatening to never let me up for air.

Not "do you read the news", but "does it move you?"

Just possessing knowledge alone does not make someone a good person. Most politicians are probably aware of more things  happening around the world than the average citizen, but that in itself does not make them good people.

The real question is ‘does it move you?’

In school I remember teachers who opened their class at the start of the year by having the students raise their hand if they read the newspaper ("and not just the comics"), and then proceed to chide anyone who didn’t.

The world is not a better place because someone put the newspaper back down on the table. The benefit of knowing is when it is used to deepen understanding what others are facing; letting it sink in can move a person inside and out; it can help refine their perspective, make them more sympathetic or appreciative, and then perhaps lead to some positive actions, big or small.

This effect is not inherent, so instead of asking "do you read the newspaper?", a question of more value to me is "does what is happening move you?"

Better than when a person can list 100 problems that don’t move them at all, is when a person knows of even just one thing happening and uses it to motivate them to be kind.

“When mind has been visiting the dark places again, and

My heart is too heavy to flutter,

You send the light through the darkness, and the wind under my wings, and the rain to replenish what has been lost through tears,

And so in those places you make me never lost forever.”

I am extra forgiving of people from my past in middle school, even though that’s when a lot of people were the worst.

I feel like that’s an age where a lot of us are going things behind the that are actually super messed up, but we’re still so young and naive we don’t even realize how messed up it is. It’s affecting us, but we don’t know how to deal with it, because we don’t even know that it’s not the way things should be. So we just act out, having no idea what is wrong with us until years later.

Many people at eembarrass dog themselves form that age, and angry at their old schoolmates. Instead of seeing it this way, I feel like it would be better if we appreciated the fact that I’m spite of it all, we made it out alive, together.

To bring a full-size sketchbook or a mini sketchbook, that is the question.

Well, as long as there is a foot drawn in both of them I guess you can't go completely wrong.

Extroverts

Are

Not

The

Majority

We just think they are because they’re louder lol

Living Life in the Third Person - Intro

Living life in the third person - intro draft2

For most of my life, I rarely photographed people. Especially myself. Something hurt a little though when I realized that I had almost no photographs from special moments with the people I love

Now I take selfies and express my feelings more. It has felt like something has been missing from life without writing all the time, but when I was writing I was missing life. It was my way of escaping life after all.

Today I find my writer’s voice in telling stories. I still write for myself, but not just for myself. I write for an unknown person who will read it someday. And interestingly enough, living life in the first person has helped me personally be less concerned about myself, Without that third person narrator whispering over my shoulder and making me nervous 

The characters still live inside my heart, though they occupy less space in my head.

If you want to correct someone don’t just lunge at their jugular or of course they’re going to be defensive instead of receptive

(posted 2021-04-09)

Living life in the third person - I must have been half asleep when I wrote this

Living life in the third person - an essay about the mind of a writer

Now I take selfies and express my feelings more. It has felt like something has been missing from life without writing all the time, but when I was writing I was missing life. It was my way of escaping life after all.

Today I find my writer’s voice in telling stories. I still write for myself, but not just for myself. I write for an unknown person who will read it someday. And interestingly enough, living life in the first person has helped me personally be less concerned about myself, Without that third person narrator whispering over my shoulder and making me nervous

#lunarwinds

The characters still live inside my heart, though they occupy less space in my head.

Stories concluded in ways that are often very surreal, and might be unusual or unsettling for a reader who doesn’t know how to take it.

It’s hard to think about them all.

I will tell you that the couple everyone would be rooting for did marry eachother. And they taught me a lot, especially about love. They taught me what real love looks like. Eventually, I found it in the first person.

Because of this I spend less time thinking about them. But they live on in other ways, and I assure you they are getting their happily ever after.

While they are getting their happily ever after, I am learning to live a little happier, even after it all.

(Break)

I am able to live with my heart on my sleeve a little more. Being more than a nonconformist; a more free spirit.

I am closer to the kind of person I’d like to be now than I was before.

Daisies and clear water with a warm breeze through the tropical trees on the shore.

(Posted 2021-04-09)