A Question

Body...or soul?

If you had to give up one, which would it be? Without one, you have no anchor to this physical world, but without the other, there's no point. Of course, this could depend on one's current situation. A young buck in his prime cares more about the here and now then the far and away. But the latest addition to the Shady Acres retirement home is likely concerned about where his spirit will be roaming in a few years.

Sadly though, this question is likely what drives some to commit those less tasteful acts...but though it could also be taken literally, the question of now or later is always riding on our minds, isn't it? If I eat this now, I'll just get fat. If I make the deal later, it'll earn more. Really, which is more important? One's mortal body or one's immortal soul?

One answer, however idealistic and simpleminded it may be, is that both tie for first place.

Besides, we all know the heart is the most important anyway.

The Leaves...They're Changing

Winter...is it death..or is it life? Just...a beginning...it seems. Harsh winds promise trials like no other, yet within this darkness is a beacon, granting warmth to those who bathe in its light. Some would call it the most wonderful time of the year, but whether this attitude stems from honest good will or materialistic greed seems to be in a constant flux. While the outside is surrounded by a wreathe of ice, the inside serves only to draw us together. Color me blue.

Spring...certainly a time of life and refreshment. Those that hide from Winter's fury finally emerge to greet the sun...just as if this was the true beginning. Though cascading rains often alter the serene beauty, they wash all the grimy troubles away. It's a time of energy...of youth. Just trying to squeeze some fun into those busy work hours to lighten Atlas's load. A lovely splash of cool water to the face after a long winter's nap. Color me pink.

Summer...a time of fire. A time to burn passionately and dive headfirst into a new project. With such time on our hands, how can we not? Of course, the lazy days go hand in hand...the sleep days...the hot days...those darn dog days. Sometimes it just seems as if that raging energy has been put to bed early. It's a time of rest, of family, and of friends. Party central? Hardly, but exciting all the same. Color me green.

Autumn...one could call it a time of death...sheltered in a veil of blazing art. Time seems to slow in these calming months. Fire gives way to ice, and the passion begins to fade. The young look upon this time with disdain, as the return to responsibility beckons. The old...well, the young cannot speak for them, but a reversal would be somewhat sensible. Light begins to wane, the colors whither away, but this is no ending. Color me orange.

The cycle of life...never changed and never ending.

Petty Thievery

Who gave you the right? When that barrel sends the angel of death searing into some one's heart, who gave you the right? The right to take EVERYTHING from that person. You have not stolen his funds, or his estates, or his family, or his dearest friends, or his past, or his present, or his future. You have stolen everything. And not just for him.

Who gave you the right? To steal the apple of their eyes. To dash it to pieces that may never be repaired.

Why? For personal gain? For revenge? For defense? For a...good time?

Flounder with excuse all you like. NO ONE gave you the right that you never stop exercising. But who is there to enforce this?

That is for us to decide...

The Wheel Turns...

I'm turning 16 in a less than two weeks (yes Mom, I'm telling the scary internet stalkers how old I am o:). And it sure does NOT feel like it. 16 is supposed to be one of those milestone ages, right? I guess I'm happy that I'm getting a car and all...it is representative of newfound freedom in a way. The bird's wings are gaining strength at last...but it means more responsibility too, not that I have much at this point anyway.

I don't blame Peter Pan for never wanting to grow up. Many adults seem to have a twisted view of the world...whether it's merely a lack of that childhood innocence or some delayed effect of puberty or something else entirely, I'll never know, but parenthood seems to be a decent enough cure. I'm a bit scared that this may happen to me, since I do not plan on becoming a father. Unfortunately, the newer generations seem to be learning their lessons from this lesser side of maturity. Is it really so hard to take the slightest bit of responsibility? It's not as if our education system is teaching valuable skills, so parents should be doing more work rather than less. Having a job is understandable, but having misplaced priorities is not. Nurturing those little bundles of promise into spoiled brats is the equally bad opposite end of the spectrum, but that is another tale.

What does physical age even mean anyway? How much punishment your body can take? Doesn't really prove too much, does it?

Some of those times...

*brrrrrrring*

"Ohp, there's the phone, wonder what's up...A movie? That sounds like a good plan for today....oh perfectly typical. They want me to decide between the two they voted on...ugh."

She thought over the two options placed before her...a comedy or a deep thinker...pretty clear cut.

A philosophical tale, made to target those thoughts we never thought of. It would certainly give rise to things her friends wouldn't think about without such a provoking catalyst. Moving themes, subtle statements about the world, opportunity to truly look inside oneself. It would be a little like watching a mirror...just the sort of awakening any person needs. With the attitude of this generation, we need some seriousness...

But then there's the comedy...

Laughter...it doesn't look like one of those trashy movies either...just comedy in its purest, simplest form. It's got a fair share of deep in its core of humor, but it was made to make people laugh...to laugh at themselves, and the things they take far too seriously...to dispell the miasma of everyday life. Someone once said the key to a healthy life was laughter...maybe they had a point.

"Haha, listen to me ramble...man, I need to lighten up sometimes."

Candle Light

We all want to be a hero. It's in all of us, that desire to be a beacon. Be it the whole world or just one person, we all wanna be a hero. The one that inspires others to great heights. The one that gets them off the couch and up to the stand. Not the kind that wins awards, but the kind that wins a special place in someone's heart. The candle in the dark...they may flicker and waver the tiniest bit, but they will never disappear into the night.

We all want to be a hero. To stand up and FIGHT. To stand up even if we're going to LOSE. To stand up only to be shot DOWN. Because a hero will always STAND.

We all want to be a hero. And Heroes never stop.

Sandman's Whims

Why does a dream mean? Do they have any meaning? Are they just an amalgamation of all our subconscious thoughts? Do they reflect anything at all about us?

When you dream in black and white or in crystal clear color, what does that mean? What if we have a dream where we are someone else? What if our eyes and ears are not even attached to a living avatar, but are instead just floating around in the airs, unable to do anything at all. When you have a nightmare, is your subconsciousnes trying to tell you to stop being scared of something? Was it even about something you feared?

What about your actions in a dream. Are they really your own? Should the events of a dream mirror themselves in reality, will the outcome remain the same? Is it truly what you would do? What does it mean? Even if it is not what you would truly do, what does it tell you about yourself?

I ask this because I dream so little. The answers do not lie easily within my grasp. Whenever I do dream however, I do wonder these things.

And I know this does not make up for the long absence, but summer fever be upon me :D