MistOfTheSea86
July 6th, 2001, 07:18 AM
Thanx to you all who read on my future, it just came to me what it is that I am meant to do in life. I am meant to write. I am a speaker of truth. These short paragraphs are for you.
The beginning of my summer was nothing short of boring. I had nothing to do at home but sit and think about every aspect of ervyething. The reasons we love, the reasons we hate. But most importantly the reason we love. I sat in my hot sweaty mosquito infested house and thought about all the aspects of love. And how I passed up love more than once than In my life. A pathetic feat at my part. I longed for love my whole life and yet I always rejected it when it came along. A fear of commitment. Something that plagues all men at one time or another. Why was I such a coward? I have no idea. I wish that I could of seen through my own self-barriers of doubt, and actually accepted what was in front of me…Love. But I didn’t and I passed it up. Pherhaps it was because of being a teenager. Teenagers cant love but only lust. Should I continue on this path of lust? Should I continue my path of Self-Doubt? That is a question that only time can answer. I just hope it falls in my favor.
I once asked a question to some of my friends on a message board. What I was supposed to be. I asked them to look into my future and tell me what the dark holds. All the replies told me was that I knew the answer in my heart all along; I just have to look deep into myself. And I feel that I have found it. I am a writer. My words are meant to inspire those in need of inspiring. To help those in need of helping. I know this now, and will write to better the world around me. To help those people who so badly crave for it. I am their leader into the dark. Their leader into the future. I can not read it. But I can help them into the next millinium. I am Teens Voice, and hear me cry.
The music…The music we hear everyday touches us deeply into the very core. It takes itself into our musical psyche and embeds in our souls. We judge most of our judgements upon those magic words. We do not realize it because there are so many more influences that can also tell us who we are. But it is the music, that we hear everyday that governs who we are. That is why the Homie listens to his DMX, that is why the romantic listens to his slow songs. Something to inspire them to get up every morning, and get along with their day. It is the music of life that rules us. It is up to us, to interperet correctly.
I used to be rebellious about everything. Parents, the crowd, the stereotype. Until I figured out that I was just being everything that I rebelled against. I was a parent in the fact that I inspired those around me to go on and led them to make the correct decisions in life. I was the crowd that I followed the people. And most of all I was the sterotype, for rebelling against the things I was a part of. I realize now that my own ignorance has led me to believe that I was unique when the fact of the matter being is, we are all already unique. We never stop to look at just ourselves as people. But instead what people have to make about us. If we would just look. We would discover that we are our own people. Not everyone else’s ideas of us.
The beginning of my summer was nothing short of boring. I had nothing to do at home but sit and think about every aspect of ervyething. The reasons we love, the reasons we hate. But most importantly the reason we love. I sat in my hot sweaty mosquito infested house and thought about all the aspects of love. And how I passed up love more than once than In my life. A pathetic feat at my part. I longed for love my whole life and yet I always rejected it when it came along. A fear of commitment. Something that plagues all men at one time or another. Why was I such a coward? I have no idea. I wish that I could of seen through my own self-barriers of doubt, and actually accepted what was in front of me…Love. But I didn’t and I passed it up. Pherhaps it was because of being a teenager. Teenagers cant love but only lust. Should I continue on this path of lust? Should I continue my path of Self-Doubt? That is a question that only time can answer. I just hope it falls in my favor.
I once asked a question to some of my friends on a message board. What I was supposed to be. I asked them to look into my future and tell me what the dark holds. All the replies told me was that I knew the answer in my heart all along; I just have to look deep into myself. And I feel that I have found it. I am a writer. My words are meant to inspire those in need of inspiring. To help those in need of helping. I know this now, and will write to better the world around me. To help those people who so badly crave for it. I am their leader into the dark. Their leader into the future. I can not read it. But I can help them into the next millinium. I am Teens Voice, and hear me cry.
The music…The music we hear everyday touches us deeply into the very core. It takes itself into our musical psyche and embeds in our souls. We judge most of our judgements upon those magic words. We do not realize it because there are so many more influences that can also tell us who we are. But it is the music, that we hear everyday that governs who we are. That is why the Homie listens to his DMX, that is why the romantic listens to his slow songs. Something to inspire them to get up every morning, and get along with their day. It is the music of life that rules us. It is up to us, to interperet correctly.
I used to be rebellious about everything. Parents, the crowd, the stereotype. Until I figured out that I was just being everything that I rebelled against. I was a parent in the fact that I inspired those around me to go on and led them to make the correct decisions in life. I was the crowd that I followed the people. And most of all I was the sterotype, for rebelling against the things I was a part of. I realize now that my own ignorance has led me to believe that I was unique when the fact of the matter being is, we are all already unique. We never stop to look at just ourselves as people. But instead what people have to make about us. If we would just look. We would discover that we are our own people. Not everyone else’s ideas of us.