stateofmind

Awhile back I made an announcement about a story I was writing. I would like to let you know that this idea is still underway. I decided I am not going to post all 3 parts at once, instead I will be posting them one at a time, every once in a while. I am way behind schedule on writing them, and am not going to give you a specific time when to expect them, but I am hoping to have the first part posted sometime in the near future. Once again I would like to apologize for the delay, and I hope you still look forward to my story. In the meantime, keep checking my blog, and leave some feedback, because I always read your feedback. I’m off to go write a story, talk to you all soon.

Your Delayed Writer,
Through My Eyes

Are we too proud? Do we have too much love for our nation? One problem with America is the mindset we can get from living here. Just because you are in America, does not automatically entitle you to be better than everyone else. Remember, not everyone has the same views as you. I do not think we should be forcing democracy on anyone who doesn’t believe in it, or try to help countries who do not want our help. If someone asks us to help them, thats another story, but uninvited help usually back fires in this case. If all American realize they are not entitled to greatness, and are not better than everyone else, America would be a much better place, and maybe other countries would not hate us as much as they do.

-Through My Eyes

How weird is it? I mean, you can talk to yourself in your mind. If you truly think about it, it is absolutely amazing that you can think. Being able to talk in your head, and hear what you are saying without using the sense of hearing. If you think about it, your mind is incredibly amazing to be able to do what it does. Also, language is amazing if you think about it. How did language come to be? you are clearly not born with the ability to form words. When you think about how it is possible for language to be created, it seems impossible. Language obviously was not created over night, but it still seems amazing that two people can communicate. Just think about it.

-Through My Eyes

Someone once asked me, what my best memory was over the last few years. I could not decide. There were a few funny times that came to mind, but none of them were clearly the best. In my entire life, I can not think of one event that stands out as “The Best,” sure there are some that are more significant then others, but I think when it really comes down to it, it is the memory of all the little things that have happened over the years that make up my best memory. So If I had to answer that question, my answer would be the future, any day in the future in which I look back, and remember “The Good Ol’ Days,” because all of those small events put together in my mind make up the best memory of them all, my life.

-Through My Eyes

Everyone has them, nobody wants them, everyone wants to know them. Secrets are what keeps people interested. If you knew them all, there would be no point, but you still want to know them all. When ever a secret comes out, it becomes an obsession, sometimes it seems unbelievable, sometimes it seems too good to be true, other times you wish you never heard them, but either way they are never as bad as we think. We fear that someone will learn our secrets, and how horrible it will be, but when that day comes, it turns out to not be that bad. Living life without secrets makes life that much less stressful, so let out your secrets, and make yourself free.

-Through My Eyes

Honey, get the kids, we’re going on a vacation. Oh great, another family vacation, another 8 hour drive with your parents and siblings stuffed in the car, yelling and screaming the whole way. Your little brother keeps throwing up on you, your little sister keeps singing stupid Disney channel songs, you dad is a crazy driver and insists on passing the truck ahead of you over a double yellow, your mom keeps screaming at your dad to slow down, and you just sit there in the car in fear of it all. You finally get to your grandparents house, and your grandma gives you a giant pinch on the cheek, and gets her weird colored lipstick all over your face. Your grandpa doesn’t even know your name, and keeps calling you by the dog’s name, and the dog by yours, and you just have to sit there and take it. You get home, and are so relieved that you don’t have to deal with your family anymore. A few years go by, your off to college, your parents are split up, your grandparents passed away, your sister ran off with some hell’s angels biker, and your little brother lives with your aunt on the other side of the country, and you wish you could have it all back. You wish you hadn’t taken it all for granted. Enjoy your time with your family, because they are all you’ve got, and they won’t be around for ever.

-Through My Eyes

You feel the sun on your face, you feel the sand on your feet, you feel the wind blowing through your hair, you hear the people laughing, you hear the sound you make when you walk, you hear your thoughts in your head, you can smell the scent of a near by bar-b-que, but you can not see anything. You are given a sense of what is around you, you are told about things, but you never get to experience the joy of actually seeing them. You never know what anyone looks like, the difference between blue and green is non-existent to you, you never get to experience the joy of seeing a new place, or even an old one. One day your eyes are opened to the world, and your life is completely changed. You can see everything that you could never imagine. It’s a miracle, you finally get to see what your dog looks like, what your friends and family look like, what the ocean looks like, but after a few weeks, everything is back to normal. You are used to your new found vision, and you act as if it is your right. You act as if you were never once blind, and to the world, your eyes close once again.

-Through My Eyes