Who's Year?

Come, come: Let's enjoy our
sun for now. Tomorrow will promise not another moment as of
this.

January 9, 2015

9:40pm

New Year's. It is a day of substantial roaring, cheering, and walloping, together with a sparkling beverage, celebrating a collective change of a single digit. A time of being, and a time of family. Worldwide is it recognized through some sort of significant trait, although various, whether it be through pessimism of why a single day to form a plan, in inquisition, or, to some simply have a neutral bar to it. The wait is over, so then arrives the vital next step, to a new journey.

...What new journey?

 No matter what happened on the feel-good dawn, I feel the same. Weird enough, I don't believe that I am at the subject of what could have been genuine authority to impose a rightful steer of events that soon may open itself on my way.  No door of opportunity has been opened from the moment the ball dropped, no revelations of a life-changing matter. Its a discerning piece, to say the least. The situation remains untouched. Still, the point I say is likely a common one, being it is to have a mental reverberation brought to sense again, trying at the life one has so longed and imagined as they watched the Man on the Moon or a sort of bragging television series to swank a person's hops and hots, is the intended aspect sought. This is not a milestone in it of itself! A birthday, first day with the team, a grand opening, may be, but a swap of a calendar won't say or be significant to the people in your circle. Just a reoccurring, spotty, belie of a show for a revolution of our planet. Out of concern, a likely candidate, ironically, is me. It's what my thoughts hold firmly.
And yet, I know it's a start to something. Good efforts cry when they are not recognized in the sorts that adds to the person's traits. So when a second (third, fourth, seventh...) chance of getting at that greater mobility is sought, why not have the best and let that new chapter commence in blight? Sure is helpful, I'd say.

So what am I doing as for a resolution? Why does this even matter to any pedestrian who looks here at my small thoughts, of a mild teenager? In my eyes, it shouldn't, and I believe, it won't be. The trajectory is a sharp one. To be open-minded, and seeking in a forward community. Specifically, its through a job, writing my book, an art business, scholastic vehemence, volunteering, and rising above the popularity staircase. Such a small list, I'm aware. Going above and beyond will add the rubber the goals so needed.

"When obstacles arise, you change your direction to reach your goal; you do not change your decision to get there."

-Zig Ziglar

Spark

December 22nd, 2014

     10:47pm

     I think I pushed the limit to just how often I am in thought. In reality, or better yet realization, my so-called "to-do list" of primal goals, inventions, books, movies, video games, board games, innovations, magazines, pieces of art, textbooks, compositions, (taking in a breath) toys, apps, designs, fashion trends, architectural structures, modes and methods of style, characters, shows, calendars, educational aids, Eco-friendly products, food recipes, and maybe even an art cafe. With all of that in mind supposedly to happen, it may be time to step back, and look at the facts. For one, I might have collectively, about two hundred dollars a year. I'm pinching for pennies, sometimes not stepping in my local convenience store for a month on end. That's because I am not the one behind the counter. It may be luck or how I'm filling the applications, but as far as I know, my new year's resolution may be rolled-over to next's. Also, I believe that I talk extensively on those ideas, with my

Interval

Self discovery has been a reoccurring thought of mine, radiantly plopping on the day's plate from time to time as I go about with whatever I may have done or had been doing. My mind has changed altogether, yet I preserve the ideology of being consistently inconsistent. It is a bother, as I sigh saying. But what has come up was a new way of tackling the preoccupation. This happened I believe on Tuesday, when I took the last half of my six tests for first trimester of eleventh grade. Despite my uplifting antics on academic affluence, the week, I spent looking for Black Friday deals (my birthday). As to say, I peeked over the shoulder for the weekend a little too frequently.
Here is what I had come up with:

• The more I ponder, no matter the individual or subject, the blurrier the effect of understanding.
• Thoughts are a force. Thoughts are a force....
• Often I describe paintings blindfolded, or, by feeling. It is not in me to be a voice without a strength in my vocal cords. "La-de-da" times are over. Trials are the new foot in the water.

January 1st, 2015
11:54am

I can't take it anymore! The shade cast aloft my path is only an illusion I create to shrink upon before it. The all of my saying is but a cycle of my mind, yes. Fathom is shortened, jitterbugging processes, oh, how can I help keeping this away?

The best way to let this perspective wrap, lacking the technology of revealing my backstage of a head, is to simply tell you about it. 

I am the peg on the metronome. Not the swaying arm, but the centered piece that marks a beat. For long it has yet to change.

"The grade's not about what it is now, but what it will be."

"How's the book coming along, Dan?"

"Whatever it is, whether it's a book, a game, or a movie; give me the first copy of it."

"You certainly have some hefty aspirations. I'm certain that it'll all come together in a smooth manner."

"I believe you can."

"I know you can do this."

But of course, I am exaggerating quite a bit in this drama. A new year comes not a new me, as I've heard, but an improved character of mine. Why respond to an opportunity with a dim light from the entrance? Taking off the sunglasses, it is clear what is significant. Strength is in the ideas one may carry. So, change of mind, change of life. Pull out a new set of batteries, and let that baby shine.

Happy New Year of 2015