“Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn’t come from a store.”
— Dr. Seuss
“Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.”
— Calvin Coolidge
Lately, there have been a numerous amount of hardships/conflicts going on in my life. I suppose it’s all because of me and the stress levels of “hell week” for the last week before winter break (filled with tests) that I began to shrug off everybody’s “hello’s” or attempts to get closer with me. I realized that to most friendships, there is a certain limit to how long it can last (in my experiences). It’s made of the same material as the Statue of Liberty; the Americans thought the Statue of Liberty would always stand tall, strong, and brilliant, representing the freedom that our nation brings. However, it has changed colors, and is slowly chipping away as we speak. Maybe friendships change color over times. Maybe they are slowly getting chipped away at. Maybe fate wields a small hammer that breaks apart all the ties in our lives. Maybe. But, I suppose my point is, there’s always a way to fix them. It IS reversible, no matter what you think. Maybe it’s due to the Christmas spirit, but I’ve been attempting to make amends with the friends and family members that I have grown apart with, and I must say. It feels great. There are so many little things in life that add the spice and flavor to the soup; You need to add ingredients in, little by little, at different times in your life, in order to come out with the best outcome possible. Some things are meant to happen. And I think that every meeting with every person has added to some of my experience, making me really learn about myself and the world in general. Instead of focusing on our differences, let’s instead use them to make ourselves grow as individuals and flourish underneath the gracious light of Fate as it guides us to make all these unique bonds. Here’s my list of the little things in life that I am thankful for:
1) The way that my Dad always asks me how my day was during dinner time, even though he is tired from his day at work.
2) The way that my mother can sometimes be my best friend; A person that I can share my secrets and girly fears with.
3) The way that my brother is so down-to-earth and painfully honest with his opinions that makes me value the few compliments that I get from him.
4) My grandmother who always says that I should be a model (which I know can never happen, but it makes me feel wonderful inside that she thinks I’m beautiful; both on the inside and outside)
5) The way that my father always waits for me to give him his good night kiss before going to sleep (he refuses to sleep otherwise… what a kid ;D)
6) How I can always depend on my online friends… sometimes even more than I can expect from my school friends.
7) How my parents always make me eat the last bite of the meal, saying that the youngest needs to eat the most.
8) The way that my mother brags about me and my brother to all of her friends at church.
9) The way that my father notices when my mother is too tired to make food, so he takes us out to eat whatever we’d like to.
10) The love that all my friends and family shower onto me every single moment of my lives. ♥
Thanks all, for reading my spiel about Christmas and why I love this time of year. Any comments about what little things of life make it special to you?
Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go,
be what you want to be. Because you have only one life and
one chance to do all the things you want to do.
Wow, so the fabled winter break has started! No more waking up at 3:30 am to do homework for me! Somehow, this week seemed to fly past even though I had ALL my tests this week. My darned teachers… -_- Anyways, my to-do list for winter break:
2) Work on my novel (see a preview on my page!)
3) Organize my club cabinet member bonding activity
4) Study for my Chemistry Big Exam after winter break
5) Sleep more.
6) Pamper myself for once.
7) Sleep some more.
8) Play games.
9) Practice Honor Band music on my saxophone.
10) Work on my Broadcast assignment.
Phew. I have lots to do (; Let’s get started!
So ready for the holidays.
These Hateful Hands and its Hateful Heart
A galaxy of thoughts
Rushing through my head
As my trembling hands
Sought what was ahead
It was always right there
So close yet so Far
That impossible motion
To change My into Our
Like two cars colliding
Our threads of fate entwined
The beautiful doves meeting
The stars had aligned
A flower unfurling
Its petals One by One
You showed me the world
Then it came all undone
You stole my shoelaces
Do you know how I felt?
You traveled farther ahead
Leaving me here to melt
I melted, I melted
The dream once deferred
What is my life?!
The pendulum had suspended
Exiting my being
My heartbeat now broken
I find myself fleeing
My heart’s double
You call me a coward
What else am I to do?
I stare down
At my hands
These hateful hands
The ones that held yours
The ones that sought you
The ones that gave up
The ones that knew
Knew my true heart
Knew my soul’s crying
Knew my refusal
To keep on My trying
These hateful hands
This hateful heart
My body is a puppet
The only ones truthful
Are my hands and its heart
My eyes refuse to stare
My legs do not budge
My mouth does not speak
My brain still holds a grudge
His leaving silhouette
His back that’s still Proud
My hands stretch out towards him
Is my racing heart allowed?
The marionette that I am
I just watch him go
The pain is so cutting
So agonizing and slow
My body convulses
As my sobs overtake me
The only truthful part of my body
Why do they still move?
Why have we grown apart?
These hateful hands
And its hateful heart
“Beauty of the World”
Splashes of pastel on the canvas of the world
Signs of life peeping out after the ice age
One little hope of a future, a family, a soul
Mother stretches her arms to grow all at once
Her one diminutive sprout braving the course
Nevertheless that sprout holds so much power, it Leads
And guides and inspires and blazes the trail
Leaving the way to success or to fail
Color slithers into our gray tipped world
With worldly whites trekking to pasty purples
All the hues of the infinite rainbow
Sound is returned to our senses, with the
Chirps and the tweets and the buzzing
That unsullied gust stealing your breath away
Transforms into a soothing, warm caress burned into memory’s kiss
But what comes with the gales of the universe is lethal to others
Through the pain and your shining crescent moon eyes
The world is mapped out and brought to life
So Look past the red rimmed and see
The Beauty of the World coming to life.
Around the end of my freshman year, I was co-editor in chief of an Anthology our English class was making. We compiled all of our poetry into a single book, and I was thrilled with the result. The Anthology ended up being called “Empty Inkwells”, named in hopes of inspiring others to write until they can’t write anymore; write to the full extent of their abilities. This is the cover page that a classmate drew, and I edited/colored. Pretty, no?
This one didn’t end up being used… But, meh. It’s still my favorite. I hoped to symbolize non-conformity, the power of dreams, the path of life, and the undeniable fact that you are the only one in charge of writing your story. There are so many themes addressed in this one picture, so I hope you will continue to examine this picture to its fullest and comment below with your thoughts!