Generations Wasted

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We are the ones we have been looking for.

I have thought about this statement for years now. Because of this, each and every day I feel I must do something great. I have to be able to leave a footprint on Earth and most of all, I must be able to change this world somehow. We can never change the past and time will not wait for us. We must be able to make the right choices and take the right paths at the correct time in order to achieve the best possible outcome. One small decision can completely alter one’s destiny and that is what I am most afraid of. We as humans have the power to completely change someones life with every single decision we make. Each and every step counts. For this reason, I hate chance. Chance is pure evil. The problem is that we can never avoid it. Everything we do in life is essentially us taking a chance. Whether it’s going out for a stroll or riding a bike or even going to your freezer to get some ice cream. You are always taking chances.

Now reflect upon your life. Think about every decision you have made. Whether it is small or large. Now think about what would have happened if you said something else or did something different. Could you imagine how different things would be? Do you now realize the significance of your choices? It is honestly quite frightening once you really delve deep into your memories. The chance that you could very well be doing something different right now instead of reading this. The chance that I could be somewhere else instead of writing this. It all comes down to chance. While it may be frightening, it is also very fascinating at the same time. Your chances determine your fortunes.

Let’s get to the point. I have exhausted the fact that everything we do in life formulates our path to the future. The reason I am sharing this is because I feel we should stop looking for the hero that will change the world. We as humans imagine this ideal “hero” to have made perfect choices. Why can we not be this hero? Why must we wait for this individual to bless us? Generations after generations, we have complained about numerous things in this world whether it be global warming, over use of fossil fuels, currency rates, or any other diplomatic situation. The choices we make in life now at this moment count and we must choose wisely. We must be the ones we have been looking for and we must not have any regrets.

However, this is where chance comes in to play. If there is ANYTHING that will truly destroy humanity, it is taking chances.

The Great Gatsby ~ Inspirational Writing

The following is a quote from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

I was greatly inspired by this and decided to follow this up using what I understood from this text and my own experiences with solitude.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. To stare blankly is to acknowledge their failures and the embracement of true solitude. To stare blankly is to fall into the depths of darkness. To stare blankly is to embrace morality. To stare blankly is to be human once more. To become submerged in the depths of reality. The feeling of loneliness only shows us that we are controlled by our emotions. That we are blinded by our emotions. We realize that we have become something other than ourselves only when it matters the least. Because of this, we suffer.

Symbolic Journey

I am in the middle of a forest during autumn. In this forest the trees are tall and the colors of the leaves vary from green to yellow to orange or… nothing at all. The sound of the leaves beneath me, as dark as stained oak, crunch with my every step. As I take a deep breath, I smell a peculiar warmth in the air that compliments the environment around me. I look around and I find myself surrounded by trees, all which have been touched by autumn. There is a small hill to my left made up of soil with small grass hairs popping out. i hear the sound of birds calling out in the distance. I feel the total isolation as I look back and see no clear path from which I came from. The bark of the trees are a white birch. The sun shines through the cracks between the leaves above me.

I see a brown grizzly bear and I immediately freeze, anxious to see what the bear has in mind. It is a fair distance away, however I run back to the hill of dirt to my left as a precaution. I stay there, taking quick glances at the bear ahead of me. The bear does not see me.

I find a key on the ground. The key looks like the key for my uncle’s room/ where I stayed in Pakistan. I examine the key. It is a bronze color. It is in good condition as well. It feels a little rough from the edges but nothing too short from unscathed. I instinctively put it in my pocket. I notice that the sun has gone down as I do not see the thin rays of light coming down through the spaces between the leaves. it seems rather cloudy. The sound of birds become more faint but are still discernible.

Off in the distance I see something shining. Water. As I come closer I see a small stream of clear water flowing in 3 different directions. One towards myself, one to my right, and one going straight ahead. It is carrying the many fallen yellow and red leaves on the ground from the trees around me, however the leaves are all drifting in the direction coming towards me. The stream runs down towards my right foot and the leaves along with it, piling on top of one another at the tip of my shoe.

I suddenly see a white styrofoam cup sitting with the bottom up. I think nothing of the cup, however I am starting to wonder where these objects of interests have come from.  I pick it up and look inside. It is a small hole driven through the bottom of the cup. I put it back exactly where I found it, on the ground with the bottom up.

All of a sudden I see a light. With my curiosity taking over, I decide to follow it. As I walk towards the light, I end up outside of the forest with my gazed locked upon a vast field of grass. There are no trees. No sound. No birds. No breeze. I start to feel lighter. In the sky, I see many clouds and a light blue sky. The grass, however, is moving ever so slightly as if the wind was blowing against it. But there is nothing. The sky and clouds were static. The rolling grass was illogical. As far as I could see, there was no end to this grassy flatland. I felt as if I was in a box where windows were my keepers.

In the corner of my eye I see a house or building type structure. The walls of this building were a sleek navy blue and were in the shape of a jagged crown. Their appears to be no windows or doors. As I examine this building closer, I notice it is made up of tiles. It feels fresh glass. There are no distinct smells or sounds…

As I look further, there is a grey door that appears to be an entrance. Curiosity must not get the best of me so I must stay strong. Or am I just stubborn? Either way I will not enter.

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I Am Graffiti (Extended/Spoken Word Edition)

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I am graffiti

You may know me by the hatred you bear

You may know me from the beautiful streets you once happened to walk on

You may recognize me  from the news you control ever so…diligently

You may recognize me from the wall you stared at whilst a single tear rolled down your cheek

ever

so

slowly

We might happen to share identical features including…colors

But that is where our similarities come to an end

Our conflict lies within our differences

I know an incredible amount about you sir, I think it’s time you got to know just as much about

me

I am a message that should be acknowledged

I am art blinded by a curse from the past

I am ballistic expression

I am admirable

I am despicable

I am beauty coated by the viscid and dark paint of YOUR paintbrush atop MY canvas

I represent the aftermath of the bloodshed you waged on the land where lambs and mockingbirds reside

I will be an immortal representative

I will never cease to exist

I am an eternal flame

I am the people

I am merely words yet one should be reminded that

still water

runs

deep

I am truth written in colours

I am truth written in style

I am a voice of the people

My message will stay for a while

 

Can you really say the same?

Spoken Word ~ A Boy’s Epiphany

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In school, there was a boy who hated what he saw.

Was it the atmosphere? The ambience? maybe it was the call

of teachers telling him he wasn’t smart enough, wasn’t good enough.

Yet this boy stayed, no he didn’t depart.

He took it to heart and spent the rest of the day in shame.

The boy cursed her name on the way back home until there were no more steps to take or dreams to break.

And I say dreams because this boy had dreams, oh he had some big dreams.

In fact, this boy daydreamed constantly.

Pouring all his passion, love, and thought into fantasies that may or may not become a reality.

But It was an escape from the solitary environment where he couldn’t create.

The next day he returns to school, hoping he learns the tools to be what he wanted.

He was taunted with worksheet after worksheet,

dozens of questions.

He hated it all, whether it was review or lessons.

“Why does he live this way?”

“Why does he live at all?”

These are what his teachers say to him on a daily basis.

Because they don’t understand the dreams this boy dreamt

They don’t understand the competition this boy carried

They don’t understand the future he fights for

They don’t understand the salvation he sought

They don’t understand.

His life was a mess

All he wanted was to turn it around instead of turning it off because he knew he was worth more than a blade cutting into his soft skin or a noose wrapped around his throat.

 His dreams were too big

Yet they were so small

This boy wanted to prove them all wrong, wanted to show the futility of the education he was held captive in.

His dreams were worth more than school

He wanted to show them that he had a place in this world

But…then why do people hate him for this?

Last night this boy had an epiphany.

One that rocked him to the very core of his existence

An exhilarating thrill shook up his spine and throughout his body.

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

Maybe his dreams were truly worth nothing

But these thoughts were not without reason

History has repeated itself over and over again

If each individual was destined to be great then why is there such a big disparity between people?

Why have we not yet achieved universal peace?

Why do we resent what we do not understand?

If you believe racial profiling is a thing of the past, then you probably don’t know who Treyvon Martin is

The world is a cruel place

Your dreams will be shattered and you will be lost

Years upon years of living an optimistic lifestyle has given this boy nothing but a false ray of hope beaming down upon him like was standing on the stage of tragedy

It was not the kind of spotlight he had in mind

However

He saw now

People hated him because he wanted to change these sayings

 He would ruin the norm

He would be superior

This was the attitude that changed the world, generation after generation

Einstein, Walt Disney, Steve Jobs, Abraham Lincoln, Nelson Mandela, Thomas Edison, Marilyn Monroe have all had this attitude

This boy realized he was destined for greatness no matter what the crowd has to say and no matter where the spotlight lands

It is just a matter of time before each and every individual realizes this

Until then, let there be hate in this world

This was an epiphany this boy would never forget.