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May 2020

Solitary Walk

Alone
 
Forest
"It's better to walk alone than with a crowd walking in the wrong direction."
-Herman Siu
 
Just because there are people around doesn't mean your not walking alone. You can be alone in any situation. Any. I have been alone in a full room many times in my life. Looking at familiar faces but not recognizing them. I went through a whole week in this state of emptiness. Laughing with no emotion, smiling with no meaning, walking alone with people all around. Wearing a mask covering all emotion.
 
    Back in the early months of school, I lost myself, I became a blank page. I would laugh and smile, but I didn't feel anything. I was empty. I went to school, did my classes, and went home, nothing changed, I felt nothing. I still feel this today. I will always feel it. I wish I was joking about this, but losing my Grandmother, made me walk alone. Feeling that way was horrible, but things like that happen in life, everyone will walk alone at some point. Nobody can hide from pain. I remember so many people coming over that week, offering their condolences, and bringing gifts. I was waiting to feel something, when I was hanging out with friends I was waiting for something to click, for me to really feel something. But it never happened. Loss truly is the worst feeling. I was able to sit staring at nothing for hours, I just wanted to feel something. But I never did, I really was empty. Than something happened. I was sitting in my room doing nothing, staring at the walls, when my dad told me to get out of my room and do something. I did the only thing that came to mind. I  grabbed my skateboard and went outside in the cold fall air and skated. I lost track of time and I finally felt something. The crisp wind pounding on my face, the wore down wheels spinning on the hard cement, the feeling of freedom. To find myself, I had to walk alone. 
 
    Loss is horrible, but unavoidable, everyone will lose someone eventually, and I took it extra hard, I felt alone and empty for weeks, I lost myself. I thought surrounding myself with friends and family, but to find myself I had to walk alone, to feel I had to empty my already empty soul. I had to walk alone to lose my self convicted solitary confinement. 

 


The Power of Chores

Chores
Satisfaction can balance out boring work

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“Housework can kill you if done right.”
― Erma Bombeck

Chores; an unpleasant but necessary task. That is the definition of a chore according to the Oxford Dictionary, these are what chores are in my life, unpleasant, but necessary. After spending hours on the boat, it tends to get very dirty, and it needs to be cleaned. Cleaning a boat is not fun. At all.

    After a very long day on the boat, waves crashing everywhere, food crumbs blanketing the floor, and fish guts where all over the place, a great day fishing. It was a perfect summer day, waking up early to make the trek to Boston Harbor, where our boat resides, meeting friends, arms full of chips, sodas, and sandwiches, I knew it was going to be a great day.

    A couple Stripers, Flounder, and Mackerel later, we were docking our boat, our friends departed and me and my dad were left at the boat. After a long day at sea, it was a catastrophe, and it was up to us to clean it. We got out our cleaning supplies, and marched aboard. After a few seconds of cleaning, my complaining started, why do we have to do this? Its just going to get dirty again. That was my logic, not very strong. We sprayed the boat with gallons of water, washed it with a mountain of soap, and scrubbed it with the strength of a thousand men. A couple eternities later, and we were done. Finally we made our way to the car. 

    Although cleaning a boat for hours is a very very boring task, in the end, it is necessary. The next time we boarded the boat, it was as clean as ever, which made those hours spent cleaning it seem somewhat worth it. It was very unpleasant task, it was worth it in the end.

    Chores are very important, nevertheless they are boring, and time consuming, but the satisfaction of achieving a goal balances it out.


Writing Assignment 2

Music

Unknown

Music is the most powerful creation known to man. It creates a whole new world for the listener to travel to for a few short minutes, whether it is a piano composition, a country song, pop, or rap, it still creates a portal to a new place. This place has been my escape many times, whether I'm sad, or just don't want to be where I am. Music has played a large role in my recent years, and I created a monstrosity of a playlist with over 200 different songs. Music hasn't always played a large role in my life like it does today, a few summers ago I remember discovering the power that it holds. This happened out at sea, like many of my stories, but shockingly this is not about fishing. We make a yearly 200 mile trek from Boston Harbor to the island of Cuttyhunk. The water was as flat as a lake on this years journey and we were cruising at around 40 miles per hour. The sun was shining, the water was clear, and I was having a great time. Than my older sister connected to the speakers, and I was shocked, music can really take you places, than I started finding music of my own, and to this day I will listen to those songs my sister played. They bring me back to the perfect day, and although they are old, and out of style, they still transport me to a better place. Music has power, all you need to do is discover how to use it.


The Power of I

I  Want

Unknown

I want a world that is safe for all, the poor can thrive, the weak can be strong, and the wars end. I pray that the killing, the shooting, the bombing, will all stop, and we can be at peace. I despise the cruelties of the global powers for creating massive nuclear missiles, large enough to destroy countries. I dream of many things, getting English homework done on time, of freeing all that are enchained by the bloodlust of war, and to let the hungry eat. I believe that if everyone, not just the global leaders and the ones in power, but the old lady on the corner, the high schooler living on his own, the homeless, the impoverished, but also the wealthy, the upper class, the middle class, and the lower class worked to creating a safer home for all on Earth, everything could be better. I will always believe in mankind, but mankind has to believe in each other. 


Rain


Rainy days

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There is nothing as good as weakening the spirit as a rainy day, the sun is gone, the animals are hiding, all noise to be heard is the constant thunk of rain on the roof. It's days like these that make, or break you. You can raise your head and figure out some way around the relentless boredom of a rainy day, or you can give in, and fade out. Personally, rainy days are the worst of days, and finding a way to create excitement is a challenge. But on this rainy day, things changed. The storm was raging all around us in the tropical island of Saint John, but we had our plans, and they were not to be broken. We hopped into the car, and arrived on the far side of the island in a hidden snorkeling spot, as we departed from the car, the clouds parted and the rain stopped. Because of our perseverance we had the beach to ourselves. We got our snorkeling gear on and walked out to sea, there was an island, nearby to the shore, than my dad and I decided to swim around. At the far side of the small island, the wrath of the clouds was unleashed, the winds picked up, the rain clogged our snorkels, and the panic was starting. We lost sight of the shore through the rain, and we rushed in random directions back to shore, I was completely lost, and spotted a nurse shark. I started rushing towards my dad who grabbed me, right before I nearly collided with a massive Barracuda, we were in a pickle, of teeth. We rushed back to shore at breakneck speed, and collapsed on the wet sand, suddenly, the rain came to a stop. Its days like these, that you can either laugh off, or live in the fear that it will happen again.