Blog 3 6-word memoirs

1. Can doing my best be enough?

 I like this memoir becuase for a long time now, my main goal has been to prove my father wrong.  He told me "just because you want something badly doesnt mean your gonna get it, you cant will something to happen".., so I take risks, I get hurt but I dont care if I want it Ill find a way

2. Wheres the app for instant happiness?

This memoir speaks to me becuase we've grown so far together as a race, but there is still sooo many suffering, hungry dying and unhappy.  why is it so hard to be happy?

3. Most memorable person you have met?

Its easy for me, my mind goes to it like metal to a magnet; or a magnet to metal because she sure as hell attracts me alot more than I attract her and believe me i'm just stuck

4.Immortality - a fate worse than death?

I have often questioned how life would differ if we lived forever, we would never be truly free.  who knows really? but dying is a day worth living for, so persoanlly im excited for my last adventure, because the best part about the last adventure.. there's no such thing as a last adventure

5.If I use dashes, does it-count-as-six-words?

The writer of this obviulsly saw the potential to question the rules of the topic, challenging both themselves and society.  I respect the rule breaker, the boundry pusher and the man foolish enough to crawl into the dragons den with nothing but a sword and a shield and come out riding the magnificent beast that is "the man", freedom.

Blog #2 :Sorry for the Bland Basics,

Just a little bit about the basics.  Im hoping to increase the length of my short stories and creative writing assignments as well as the frequency i write.  I probably wont originally post on the blog but transfer my writings from a notebook, to this website. ill be focusing on "wowing" my readers and inspiring them through my outlook and intakes on lifes natural situation. I will post again shortly but I would rather Show you what im going to be doing and writing about then tell you..

Blog1 : Welcome to my Dreams

Imagine me, giving you a huge hug!... Don't actually, thats pretty weird.  You dont even know me and I dont know you.  Not yet at least. but perhaps this short segment of my dream will do a better job of introducing you to my soul, rather than the everyday person im seen as by peers and on-lookers.
              There had been a new way to travel, only it was a combination of strange, thrilling and dangerous if done wrong.  a balloon that knew how to take me where I needed to go.  For some stange reason it was yellow with a small basket-bag hanging below.  I would climb into the bag and it would gradually float me above the clouds, but today I couldnt get into the bag along with my posessions.  I ended up hanging onto the rope that connected the bag to the balloon.  which was weird because I knew I didn't have the strength to hold on.  I was about to let go when i noticed the roof below, unwilingly i dropped down and landed with a thud. As the balloon began to float away I ran and jumped just barely reaching the rope before i began to fall.  Luckily I caught myself by the finger tips on the edge of another segment of roof. I knew it was a bad idea to jump but I did it anyways, and I didnt care. Even though the chances of me getting hurt were astornomical, Ive learned from a young age  physical pain and death are hardly the worst thing that can happen to a person. So I will continue to jump...
          I will be using this blog to share with you my feelings, true feelings.  The words that are hard to say and when i open my mouth dont come out easily, sometimes not at all.  But im getting better, at both being myself and not caring what others think.  Its a very cool feeling, I have to admit, even though im giving you all the power to judge and criticize and poke fun, I dont think you will. If youve stuck with me this long, Welcome to the adventure and exploration of a man who wants to be a pirate, loves unconditionally, and is 17 but has a mental age well beyond his years. Thank you

The Drink of the Earth

Every cup, brewed with mother natures own leaves passes on all the wisdom of this earth.  alone in one cup, all the thoughts, all the energy, the strife, is given to us to learn and maintain balance within the world

Freedom

I often find myself asking “whats the use to worldly possessions?” if anything they’re just constant reminders that we don’t live forever and when we die, we cant take with us the things some people spend their whole life working to get. But there is often two sides to every story, so i choose to focus on the fact that, one day I will leave it all behind, and now gaining and losing anything (big or small) is a way of helping me let go of my attachments, so when that day comes,my spirit can be free.

Balance

Thoughts started to pour in and out of my mind, not regular thoughts but cosmic thoughts, as if they were poured from the big dipper its self.  The realization that if we don’t want the world to destroy itself, as humans, we must face and replace our previous faults with an era of peace and kindness.. in hopes to return the world to balance

Just A Thought

like the moon push’s and pulls the tides, the universe attempts to bend not only energy, but life

CrossRoads

They try to tell me there’s a lesson to be learned in every mistake.  They say “Gannon you needed this” “When will you learn” and the fact of the matter is, i’ve never stopped learning.  if theres one thing I can be sure of, its that our brains are constantly picking up information.  Just because it cant be seen does not mean it does not exist.  Imagine the roots of a great oak tree, though underground and hidden from sight, without them the leaves on the tree would cease to exist and soon enough the tree would be gone as well..

Founders of our own destruction

To me, its weird that we as humans are constantly trying to prove ourselves better than anyone or anything else.  Even when we consider survival, its seen as man vs. nature when the reality is, Man is nature.