By nature, writing is a unique craft. I suppose you could say that about all art mediums, but I'm particularly disposed to believe that writing is exceptional. Now, I'm going to explain how writing is similar to other art mediums, and how it has a very important factor that distinguishes it from the rest. ~one … Continue reading The Argument for Art
It's advice that's given all the time; but especially for teenagers, it's more than a little bit difficult to follow. I don't think it's for a lack of trying, by any means. If anything, we are constantly trying to figure out who 'our self' is. For me, I am most definitely always wondering who it … Continue reading Be Yourself
I was standing in Publix yesterday, looking down at my phone, when this little boy stopped right in front of me; maybe nine or ten years old. The thick, square frames that sat on his nose made him look bug eyed. As I looked down on my phone, I heard him talking, and my eyebrows … Continue reading You are the Narrator
So, I've been thinking a lot about mindset lately. A lot. I've been contemplating how mindset affects every aspect, of every action, of every day of your life. It sounds cliché. But the reason it does is because it's true. Your mindset will leak into every aspect of your personality, of what people think of … Continue reading Mindset
School stinks. Do I really mean that? No, not really. I love the idea of school. I love what school sometimes is, or, more accurately, used to be. I used to love going to class with the sole intention and purpose of learning. I loved pushing myself and finding I could reach horizons I wasn't … Continue reading F for Effort
Time management skills are expected. Juggling a million different things, effectively, quickly, and smiling all the way through. It looks so easy, but it really isn't. My school year started last Wednesday, and after I had gone through all of my classes once, it hit me. I had gotten home and had all but collapsed … Continue reading Are we there yet?
What are we? What do we have, and what are we made of? I would tell you I am the product of my experiences. Of my memories, of everything I've learned. It's easy to walk through your life with your eyes closed. To loose yourself in the mundane. It's easy to forget that you can … Continue reading Mao and Montages