Well. Nothing amazingly new these past couple of days. My hair might have grown. If it has, not noticeably. Had both my friend Emma and my grandmother at my house last night. It was enjoyable. We went to see Juno, which I must say, the sound track is spectacularly adorable. I quite enjoyed the movie.
On another note, I recently discovered my uncle has a blog. And I'd like to note him here. He's an extremely intelligent man, one I look up to. Him and my father and their brother went through a lot, and came forth into the world as strong, intelligent and street smart men. Strong, in a way more then physical. Without the fear to cry, show emotion. My uncle is an amazing writer, and inspiration to me. He, and my cousin Matt, probably help me, by inspiring my creative outlet. Matt is an amazing photographer and artist.
Anyway. Here is my uncles blog: http://dennisfreire.blogspot.com/
Check it out, definitely.
continuing,
I haven't been writing much lately, and it's a bit upsetting. I just haven't been inspired by bits of songs or pictures or movies. The world is dulling, and it's growing quite boring to me. I need to seek out things, small or large, to inspire my mind. I think I'm loosing sight of the small wonders on this planet as I grow up and I think that is what happens to many adults as they wade through the trials of the river of adolescence. And thats why so many adults these days stuffer from depression or anxiety, because they take everything in their life onto their shoulders, even when it's not theirs to bear. A child knows innocence, and I think many can reclaim at least the idea of it.
People need to release their stress, yet they give the excuse of "I can't". The most blatant and horrible lie in history. Because you can. You just has to learn, and isn't life one big lesson? Allow those in your life to teach you, sometimes at least, instead of thinking you have to do it all on your own. That's why people have other people.
That's all for now. I'm just trying to learn to release my stress and angst in a healthy and wise fashion.
Good evening, sirs and madams.
-V
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could it be that those who say i can't really mean i won't? or is it they don't know how, but, because they've been told the lie -- "The most blatant and horrible lie in history." -- so many times, by those around them and by their own self talk, they simply exhale i can't on the wings of a sigh, on the stale breath of resignation?
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