Oh the luxury of innocence!
Oh the simple happiness of naivety!
Such is the joy of a child,
And such will we never taste again.
The world has changed,
Compelling us to reform as well.
Forcing us to leave behind,
The precious simplicity of youth.
Opening our eyes to a world,
A world of sorrow,
Of pain,
Of death.
But promising a light,
A light to dry our tears,
A light to bring hope to our heart.
To soften the shock,
Of a fallen world.
Oh the luxury of innocence!
Oh the simple happiness of naivety!
Such is the joy of a child,
And such will we never taste again.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Burn the Overachiever!!
Such is the attitude of some teenagers in our world.....so, the question that comes to my mind is this: what happens to the poor human beings (such as myself) who enjoy achieving things? I would really love not to be burnt.
That realization of this fact came to me when I was sitting in my Seminary class and my teacher asked to see, by the raise of hands, who had read the Book of Mormon...I raised my hand...the next question my seminary teacher asks is who has read the Book of Mormon in the past year...again, I raise my hand...the kid in the seat two over from me muttered under his breath 'overachiever' with a distinct roll of his eyes. Suddenly the words of my mentor came to my mind...'Burn the overachiever!!' great...
My face flushed with anger. What had I done to deserve that? 'Jerk' I thought mercilessly, 'Stupid, non-achieving, jerk.' Okay, okay, that wasn't very nice of me...but it’s hard to be nice when you are worrying about being burned after seminary for crying out loud!
It wasn't that I was worried about literally being burned...but come on, you never know what a crazy mob of teenage kids would do to an 'overachiever!' luckily, I was able to escape the seminary building and reach the safety of my car before a mob formed.
Now the worry that consumed my thoughts was what I could possibly do to avoid being burnt in the future? I came up with several solutions:
1 Not achieve anything. Ever.
Pros: Not getting burned at the stake…which is a very good thing...
Cons: leading an intensely boring life, with no feeling of accomplishment which is accompanied by a rush of joy….which I cannot live without.
Well, that solution is out! I would rather be burned for overachieving than accomplish and achieve nothing.
2 Be the overachiever…and burn them before they burn you.
Pros: Not getting burned at the stake. Achieving my dreams. Not living in fear of being burnt. This solves all of my problems!! Happy days for the rest of my life!!
Cons: Killing people….that item is not on my bucket list…
Well, that solution is better than the first…but only as a last resort…
3 Be the overachiever…just don’t get burnt
Pros: Staying alive! Accomplishing as much as I want too!
Cons: That would take a lot of thought and planning…which would take up my ‘achieving’ time, and not being burnt isn’t guaranteed.
Hmm… that one is more dangerous than number two…but more exciting than number one…this is going to be a very difficult decision.
That concludes my ideas, and I am still indecisive on what path I should take. I will probably end up living my life with a mixture of my solutions…preferably not burning others, or being burned myself. Yes, I realize this is a dangerous life to lead, seeing as there are a lot of people with the purpose of 'burning the overachiever,' but that will be my way of living life on the edge, it will give my life entertainment as I escape the non-achievers and their mobs.
That realization of this fact came to me when I was sitting in my Seminary class and my teacher asked to see, by the raise of hands, who had read the Book of Mormon...I raised my hand...the next question my seminary teacher asks is who has read the Book of Mormon in the past year...again, I raise my hand...the kid in the seat two over from me muttered under his breath 'overachiever' with a distinct roll of his eyes. Suddenly the words of my mentor came to my mind...'Burn the overachiever!!' great...
My face flushed with anger. What had I done to deserve that? 'Jerk' I thought mercilessly, 'Stupid, non-achieving, jerk.' Okay, okay, that wasn't very nice of me...but it’s hard to be nice when you are worrying about being burned after seminary for crying out loud!
It wasn't that I was worried about literally being burned...but come on, you never know what a crazy mob of teenage kids would do to an 'overachiever!' luckily, I was able to escape the seminary building and reach the safety of my car before a mob formed.
Now the worry that consumed my thoughts was what I could possibly do to avoid being burnt in the future? I came up with several solutions:
1 Not achieve anything. Ever.
Pros: Not getting burned at the stake…which is a very good thing...
Cons: leading an intensely boring life, with no feeling of accomplishment which is accompanied by a rush of joy….which I cannot live without.
Well, that solution is out! I would rather be burned for overachieving than accomplish and achieve nothing.
2 Be the overachiever…and burn them before they burn you.
Pros: Not getting burned at the stake. Achieving my dreams. Not living in fear of being burnt. This solves all of my problems!! Happy days for the rest of my life!!
Cons: Killing people….that item is not on my bucket list…
Well, that solution is better than the first…but only as a last resort…
3 Be the overachiever…just don’t get burnt
Pros: Staying alive! Accomplishing as much as I want too!
Cons: That would take a lot of thought and planning…which would take up my ‘achieving’ time, and not being burnt isn’t guaranteed.
Hmm… that one is more dangerous than number two…but more exciting than number one…this is going to be a very difficult decision.
That concludes my ideas, and I am still indecisive on what path I should take. I will probably end up living my life with a mixture of my solutions…preferably not burning others, or being burned myself. Yes, I realize this is a dangerous life to lead, seeing as there are a lot of people with the purpose of 'burning the overachiever,' but that will be my way of living life on the edge, it will give my life entertainment as I escape the non-achievers and their mobs.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The Love of Poetry...
Today, I found my love of poetry. Hence the two poems I just posted...I have always loved writing poems, but until today, I didn't have the ambition to write them. The problem now is that I don't want to do anything but write poetry! I wrote the two previous poems at school today, one during free write, and the other while I was waiting for mentor meeting...and now, I can't stop! but I guess eventually I will have to tear myself away from writing to do my homework...so I might as well do that now :)
Sunrise
A waking beam of light,
Softly peeking over the horizon.
Distilling the minuet drops of dew,
From every velvet flower.
A gentle stream of light,
Unfurling the world to our eyes.
A golden beam of light,
Creeping into the hearts,
Of all who spent the night,
In the captivity of despair.
A piercing beam of hope,
Extracting the shadows of the night,
From the heart waxed cold.
Bringing peace to the world,
Sight to the blind,
Warmth to the soul.
And joy to the heart.
Softly peeking over the horizon.
Distilling the minuet drops of dew,
From every velvet flower.
A gentle stream of light,
Unfurling the world to our eyes.
A golden beam of light,
Creeping into the hearts,
Of all who spent the night,
In the captivity of despair.
A piercing beam of hope,
Extracting the shadows of the night,
From the heart waxed cold.
Bringing peace to the world,
Sight to the blind,
Warmth to the soul.
And joy to the heart.
Inspiration
A blank sheet of lined paper.
A new black ball point pen.
A single idea,
Waiting to become a masterpiece.
A thought,
An idea,
And the world is at your fingertips.
Every created masterpiece,
Began with a simple idea.
Every influential speech,
Sprung from the fountain of thought.
A blank sheet of paper.
A new black ball point pen.
A single idea,
Waiting to become a masterpiece.
A new black ball point pen.
A single idea,
Waiting to become a masterpiece.
A thought,
An idea,
And the world is at your fingertips.
Every created masterpiece,
Began with a simple idea.
Every influential speech,
Sprung from the fountain of thought.
A blank sheet of paper.
A new black ball point pen.
A single idea,
Waiting to become a masterpiece.
Friday, January 22, 2010
United Nation Conference...
So, after much preparation, today was the day we were leaving to the United Nations Conference. All of us were eager to get up there and start the conference...We all had many late nights this week preparing. However, the weather had a different plan, and decided to snow excessively...consequently canceling the trip due to ice and snow on the freeways. It is bitterly disappointing to all of us, and unfortunately safety is a higher priority then the UN Conference.
On a happier note: I now find myself with a completely free weekend...which (although I would rather be in Provo) is an enjoyable event :)
I don't really know where the poem came from...I just suddenly had the urge to write a poem...so I did :)
On a happier note: I now find myself with a completely free weekend...which (although I would rather be in Provo) is an enjoyable event :)
I don't really know where the poem came from...I just suddenly had the urge to write a poem...so I did :)
Trapped
Trapped inside perishing hopes,
Watching plans and dreams die,
Observing work go to waist.
Trapped inside diminishing dreams.
Unable to stop the torrent.
The torrent is destroying,
Breaking,
Crushing all hopes and dreams.
Trapped inside the river of disappointment,
The rain washing away my security,
Washing away my hope.
Watching my dedication crumble,
Until it amounts to nothing.
Trapped inside my own perishing hopes.
Unable to stop its destruction.
Forced to observe.
Watching.
Waiting.
Trapped.
Watching plans and dreams die,
Observing work go to waist.
Trapped inside diminishing dreams.
Unable to stop the torrent.
The torrent is destroying,
Breaking,
Crushing all hopes and dreams.
Trapped inside the river of disappointment,
The rain washing away my security,
Washing away my hope.
Watching my dedication crumble,
Until it amounts to nothing.
Trapped inside my own perishing hopes.
Unable to stop its destruction.
Forced to observe.
Watching.
Waiting.
Trapped.
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