April 20, 2020
Although, I wish my personality was the same as it was when I was a child but, no it’s not. As I child, as many people were I was carefree, energetic, just slays living in my moment. As they was never moments for me to worry. Now, what caused me to change? A moment where I knew I changed. That’s a tough question my mind isn’t really allowing me to go back that many years. I do not know the exact moment I changed. We just grow up without really realizing it. But, a moment in my mind keeps coming up in my head. However, it did not particularly occur during my childhood directly. It was more like a couple years back. As I was doing a project for an English class I looked through many paintings by famous artists. Our objective was to find a painting and write the background of the painting from what people analyzed about the artist. As I came upon several paintings, I found myself sticking to works by Vincent Van Gough. As I looked deeper into his background. I was revealed to the true meaning behind his paintings. Behind the bright colors and beautiful scenic paints was his great ideal of pain he used his pain as a igniter to create this beautiful piece of art. That is the moment I realized we usually just admire paintings without trying to figure out what inspired them or how the artists truly felt and we miss some great learning opportunities. From that day, I changed. This can be connected to the novel, “Fahrenheit 451”, as the main character as well felt he had miss so many learning opportunities from ignoring books. So, it is important to analyze. It is always beneficial.
April 21, 2020
Every action physical action we do is made by our hands. Now, what wonderful things I can do with my hands. Well, there are many things. For one, I can write. I can grab a pencil or type on a computer or text on phone. All these ways to express my own thoughts. I can express my emotions or passions all because my hands let me. This lets people into my mind into my brain really. Most appreciate this. My hands let me play the piano. Music is a beautiful thing really. As any dull day comes I simply play the notes on the keys letting all my worries fade away. And for the sound well friends and family seem to enjoy it. As a wrestler, my hands no many motions and techniques. Coaches appreciate this. Scouts appreciate this. However, my opponents not so much. There are many things we can do with our hands. We can cause good or we can cause bad. It’s a 50/50 chance here. So, choose wisely what you do with your hands.
April 22, 2020
Grandfather. Oh, Granger’s sweet grandfather. While, reading my peers and so come upon this character describing the memory he had of his grandfather. It quite beautiful really. He described as a sculptor who did good with his hands like make toys and other objects that made people happy. This moment in the book really helps us readers realize how our actions is what is remembered. Our actions create our legacy. And that is pretty significant if you really take time to process that. It really makes me think? What am I known for? Do I do good with my actions? Do I do bad? An I even worthy of being memorable? I cannot answer that question. I guess time will tell won’t it. Anyways, knowing this has caused me be more insightful about the actions I make even the smallest gesture such as a smile or some sign of acknowledgement to others. I feel I want to make an impression to be memorable. In the end, doesn’t everyone want to leave their mark on the world.
April 23, 2020
The world. It is many things. It is beautiful. Scary. Terrible. Dying. In simple words the world is confusing. It continuously continues to evolve as life itself begun to end and appear. The world is out home but, yet we neglect it. We claim to love the beauty of the oceans and forests but, we ruin them by putting skyscrapers. And do not even get me started on climate change. I guess what I’m trying to say is people have made the world hard to understand. There are so many different opinions and perspectives of the world that one cannot simply know how to correctly define the world. So, I guess that’s what makes the world curious. The inability to accurately describe it. Crazy isn’t? I’ve lived in this world for sixteen years and cannot find a way to genuinely define it. Curious.
April 24, 2020
Peter Pan. That’s the story that’s popped into my head today. I’ve read numerous novels on this story. I’ve watched all the moves. I’ve read all the essays, articles, etc. I guess you can say I’m a Peter Pan expert. As a child, this movie was one of my favorites. I was simply intrigued by the idea of Neverland a place where you can have fun. But, my whole perspective of this story changed as a I got older. I took this story in more carefully and deeply. When Pan, says he never wants to grow up I tend to relate to him greatly. Not growing up. At least to me sounds fun. The pressure of the world can be much sometimes especially during a pandemic. Therefore, I think that is why this story had popped into my mind. Oh, and key tip the background and origin story for Peter Pan is extremely dark and I love everything about it. It is so captivating and bone-chilling. What’s there not like. Anyways, back to never growing up this world has showed me that as I was younger life seems simply better. That’s it. Life is hard. But, hey “that’s life right?”