Just… Imagine – A Story

***Warning: This is a work of fiction.***

We leaned against the railing, watching the stream trickle by as our ice creams melted in the summer heat. I licked the dripping ice cream as my friend yawned.

“Ugh… it’s so boring here… why can’t we go somewhere else.” He exclaimed, watching his ice cream drip onto his fingers. Rolling my eyes, I turned towards the stream and laughed:

“Boring? You gotta be kidding me. Just… imagine.” I sighed, captivated my the rhythm of the water.

“Imagine what? I can only imagine us dying in this summer heat due to boredom.”

Ignoring his comment, I continued, “Just imagine the golden fish dancing in the stream, glistening in the sparkling light.” I pointed over to the single brown fish swimming past, “Just imagine the bellowing of trees as they enjoy a song of rejoice for life and summer…” I quieted down and looked over to him. My friend didn’t seem amused, examining his ice cream.

“Just imagine your ice cream taking leap and running off, as you take chase after it.” I heard him burst out laughing. He threw his ice cream into the trash can nearby, replying:

“Fine, I give in… Just imagine that squirrel growing horns and wings, and soaring through the air to its devilish master.” He pointed over to the little squirrel hiding among the foliage. I smirked, shooting back a counterattack:

“Just imagine the cotton candy clouds metamorphosing into rainbow pinwheels and hot air balloons.”

“Just imagine your hair blooming with thousands of flowers, becoming a haven for insects and fairies alike!”

“Just imagine the stream freezing up and turning into glass, trapping everything inside it!”

“Just imagine…!”

“Just imagine…!”

“Just imagine!”

“Just imagine!”

And so our game continued into the night, leaving our boredom in the dust. Every time we met up at that railing by the stream, our game would continue as we just imagined the most absurd things. Never again did we catch the boredom disease, not unless we had that magical game with us…

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Namaste! POOF!

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Discovering Self-Discovery

Let me be honest for a moment: I don’t know who I am. I know some tidbits about myself, but if I were to tell you who I am, the most I’d be able to tell you is that I’m human. For the past few years, I’ve been trying this thing… it’s called Self-Discovery. When I started out, I thought this discovery would solve all my problems, that I would know exactly who I am, what I’m supposed to do for the world, why certain things are happening to me, etc. Did that happen? Well… not exactly.

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While I’ve been discovering myself, I have learned a few things about myself, most importantly: I change, the world changes. Change is the only constant in life. I’ve discovered how I have changed and developed over these few years, how certain circumstances altered my way of thinking, how people influence me, but that’s just the surface. I’m able to name a few labels that describe who I am as a person, I can name my MBTI personality, I know what my hobbies and talents are, I’m aware of what my flaws and weaknesses are… But is that all of me? No. That’s simply the beginning, the first layer to my being, myself. Will I ever meet my true inner self? Who knows.

These few years of “discovery”… I would rather call it “development”. As I journey through life, gaining more knowledge, opening my eyes to new places, meeting new people, I’m developing myself rather than discovering. I won’t truly discover myself, but I’ll develop and change throughout life. And that change and development… that’s what I can discover. I’ll still try and discover the whole me, but if that ever happens, I’ll never know. For now, I’ve discovered change.

Sie ma! POOF!

The Good, the Bad, and the Labels

Labels… simple words we connect to people, to identify them in a diverse world like ours… Coming in forms like stereotypes we usually tend to think negatively of them. However, I like to think of them in a good and bad way.

The Good: We all have an identity. Without a unique distinction, we would simply become a part of a single monotone blob. Labels are a way of expressing who we are, whether that’s through labeling how we act, how we dress, how we live. Not only do we become an individual on the scale of society, we can meet others that have similarities, connecting with them. Labels are an important element in our world and exist no matter what happens. Humans are constantly categorizing and organizing, identifying and matching. It’s in our nature. And there’s nothing wrong with labeling people in order to identify them…

It’s what you do with those labels that is the problem.

The Bad: Judgment… Stereotypes… Discrimination… It’s universal knowledge for the most part that these terms have negative connotations. When some people create labels, they add a little negativity to it. Labeling someone’s appearance isn’t bad, but it’s when you label someone “ugly” or “fat” that labels start to harm the other person. Discrimination of women, people of nationalities or sexual orientation also takes a simple label and uses it as a weapon against the other person. Stereotypes are sneaky ways to create typically false, harmful labels. Yet, the worst case in labeling would be self-labeling with a mix of lower self-esteem. Outside discrimination can be ignored, outside judgment can be set aside, but the judging and self-discrimination that happens inside one’s head is always there. You can’t run from what’s inside your head. Unless you change your way of thinking, you can’t escape.

The Labels: With a positive outlook, labels are simply elements of life and society. They can even be handy in finding friends, in self-discovery. Nonetheless, just as many people around the world experience, with the slightest bit of negativity, labels become one’s worst enemy. We all have identities, but we don’t need a pessimistic opinion accompanying it.

Sie ma! POOF!

The Art of Being Original

Most people wish they could be original. To be someone that stands out in the crowd. There are millions of places on the internet that you can go to, and voilà a how-to on how to be original. Here’s my question: who in the world can tell you how to be you?

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 If there was one person who could tell you who you should be, it would be you and you alone. Of course, others can motivate you and inspire you to discover yourself. But in a world where humanity conforms into a monotone mass, most people are trying to convince you to become another identical part of the crowd. Media and society created a model human being, averaging out all humans into its blandest, most empty form.

Let’s not lose hope yet! There is still a chance to become who you truly are meant to be.

-Find your passions, hobbies, dreams and goals. And live life to the fullest! Who says you have to follow the strict schedule deemed as the one-and-only by others, if you have a passion plan out your day, your future the way you want to! Strive to meet goals and make your dreams come true. Everyone has different dreams and goals, so why not follow your one-of-a-kind dream?

-Go against the flow and rebel! Everyone’s going right? Then go left! Stop worrying what the latest trends are, stop worrying where everyone else is going, do something else. It’s an obvious “trend” to have Facebook and be sucked into technology, right? Then take some time off, leave the phone or tablet at home and go for a walk in nature.

-Express yourself. Through fashion, makeup, etc. In the fashion world, everyone should follow the trends in order to look beautiful, or not. Beauty cannot be defined primarily by what one wears, it’s what’s inside and outside. Everyone is beautiful. Fashion and makeup are a way of self-expression, so don’t fear what the trends say or not, present yourself as yourself.

Sie ma! POOF!

A World Fit for Futurists

Futurism: an artistic and social movement that emphasized speed, technology, youth and violence and objects such as the car, the aeroplane and the industrial city. (As defined on Wikipedia.)

Speed, technology, industrial city… doesn’t this ring a bell? Our contemporary world is overflowing with steel, cement, cars, innovative technology. Instead of trees, skyscrapers stand tall and mighty; instead of animals, cars and other means of transportation crowd the streets; instead of books, people are glued to their phones and tablets. Billboards decorate the landscape instead of natural wonders. Is this what futurists really wanted?

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The other day, my art history course focused on futurism. About their hatred for the past, about their desire to destroy all of history in order to start anew with the technology and contemporary innovations of the early 20th century. Their interest in speed and vehicles, from bicycles to cars… Their manifesto filled with words of anger and hatred and violence. In art, they often painted the motion of horses, cars, or anything that moved. In literature, evident admiration of technology, speed and industrialization were present.

Though our history remains intact, its presence remains in museums, history courses and the occasional historic sites. That’s the closest death one can get.

Our natural, beautiful world is suffocating under clouds of pollutants, and bleeding all while humans burn its greenery and dig under its skin for treasure and resources.

If futurists still lived in these times, I could easily imagine their joy. Your welcome, futurists… Your dream came true.

Inspiration:

Pejzaż Zmotyrozowany by Tomasz Aniśko (Anisko.eu)

Sie ma! POOF!

Simply a Memory

It will soon be a year, a year since I started a new chapter in my life. That new chapter began with moving to a new land, with new people and a new culture. But by now, I feel like I’ve lived here my entire life.

Isn’t amusing? How time can be perceived differently? On one side, I feel like I’ve always been living here, even though there is a significant gap of memories where the past lies. However, my old home, old life still remains in my mind, but only as a memory. It almost seems like a dream, as if it happened yesterday, but then again as if it never did. I can still remember clearly every detail of my world from that last chapter, but when was that? Instantaneously, I feel as if I’ve been here for a day, a month, a few years, and even decades. It doesn’t feel like a year.

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But that’s life. Time seems to warp around us, each experience individually wrapped in a length of time. Some moments will feel like they just happened, others as if an eternity passed since then. But in the end, everything becomes a memory. And those memories will slowly fade with time. Nonetheless, while they are still here, those memories are to be cherished by us, and they surely are.

Sie ma! POOF!

Females = Males: Feminism and Society

Not Males > Females, nor Females > Males

A while back, I caught onto the discussion about feminism again. And I started seeing a lot popping up all over the internet… including (the slightly shocking) FCKH8’s advertisement. Shocking due to the elaborate and colorful language used by young girls. But this video does have a point. It shows the reality of being a woman, at least in the U.S., however, the fashion this information was presented can distort the image of feminism.

I’m a feminist… Now, before you get ahead of yourself, I’m a feminist who want equality of men and women, not female dominance. As do many people around the world. Yet, people still see feminists as women who believe women are superior beings, obviously of higher status than men. Why is that? No, I don’t see the need to exterminate the entire male population. No, I don’t believe men are inferior. I just want women to be equal to men. That’s all. But many believe that that is the entire point of feminism,believing that young girls’ using foul language is far worse than the current inequalities women face every day.

Of course there are the few cases of extreme “feminism”: women who believe that men should not exist, raising young girls to believe that they can only trust women, and going to the extreme to try and prove that (such as running around topless). However, every idea, every concept, every belief is a spectrum. And each spectrum has an extreme end, and feminism is no different from any other views and beliefs.

I’m a feminist. I want to prove to the world that women are just as strong as men, just as worthy and just as great. There is no need for women to settle for less. Women and men are human, equals. That’s how it was, is and will be. Equality for all, that’s feminism.

Inspiration:

Sie ma! POOF!

Conversations with the Moon – A Story

***WARNING: This is a work of fiction!***

With one last peek, the little boy checked that his parents finally went to sleep. With all the lights off, the house decided to fall into a deep slumber. In the dead silence, the boy tiptoed over to the window and opened the glass doors of his room to the mystical world of night. Only then did the quiet chirping of crickets greet him, and the delicate twinkling of the innocent stars above danced on his face. The boy patiently waited for his dear old friend to appear, for another tranquil conversation while sipping on moonlight.

Moments passed, and there in the sky he rose. Before the boy’s eyes, his dear friend, Moon, gloriously swam in the sea of midnight, all while a roaring laugh bubbled around him. With a wide smile, the boy greeted him and began his story without haste. Moon settled down, warming up with a fresh cup of moonlight. Every now and then, Moon chuckled at the harmless mishaps of the boy’s day, reminiscing about his own when he was young. After sharing his daily news, the boy wrapped his tiny frame in a blanket and readily awaited Moon’s storytelling. After quickly clearing his throat, Moon commenced his half of the night. The story immersed the two of them in a world of fantasy and imagination. They traveled to far off galaxies, new planets, flying among the stars… an adventure, indeed.

Soon, nighttime came to a closure, and Moon headed off. With a finally sparkling goodbye, he hid behind the horizon as his cousin Sun awoke. Another sleepless night. The boy yawned with all his might and quickly crawled back into bed, in hopes of earning a few minutes of sleep. From that moment, it was simply a countdown to the boy’s next meetup with his dear lunar friend… and yet another night of adventures.

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Sie ma! POOF!

Ps. My deepest apologize for the long absence, 2o15 started off very busily for me. No worries, I have returned. 🙂

Final Tranquility – A Story

***Warning: This is a work of fiction!***

I flopped back down into my office chair, pressured down by the overload of work and everlasting stress from my boss. I knitted my brows as a thousand of new email notifications popped up on my screen. Muttering and swearing under my breath, I mindlessly scrolled through them all, deleting most of them. My thoughts jumped from one problem to the next, thinking of my next payment. My brain craved another dose of caffeine, but by now, I had no motivation to go and get another cup of that bland office coffee. I just sat in my chair, staring at the blinking screen. Why couldn’t I just disappear? Why couldn’t my problems just finally rip me to pieces? I knew that was the whole point of this life. My eyes closed and I drifted off.

I give up.

The office noise died down. Fresh, crisp air replaced the typical stale office air. Behind my eyelids, I sensed some kind of bright light. Warmth spread through every inch of my body. And ever so slowly, I opened my eyes.

I drowned in a wave of golden light. Life burst. Where was I? A dirt road extended from beneath my feet straight to the infitine horizon. On either side, a lush meadow spread. The chirps and tinkling songs of birds greeted my ears from just beyond the the grand tree that accompanied the solitary road. Where was I? I suddenly felt something soft under my feet. I looked down to see a carpet of moss. Young treelings sprouted out around, and forest just beginning to grow. In that moment, I felt a weight lift off my heart. And in exchange, my body was filled with a light energy. A beautiful energy that made me want to fly. What was this feeling? Without thinking, I began running. Running through the rich, calm forest, in between the trees, hopping over the berry bushes. It didn’t matter what this was, where I was… I just knew, this was where I was supposed to be.

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Sie ma! POOF!

Wavering Steps – A Story

***Warning: This is a work of fiction.***

 She stood between two gates: the Gate of Youth and the Gate of Wisdom. Childhood and Adulthood. A grand voice boomed overhead her.

“This path comes to a fork, two journeys lay ahead. Which do you choose child? Shall you remain forever young, or journey towards ultimate wisdom and age?”

“I… I don’t know…!” She whispered. Her gaze settled on the Gate of Youth, where she resided until now. Laughter bubbled around, screams of joy echoed, and images of children playing, discovering, and having fun flickered about. The gate’s aura resonated innocence and happiness. No worries, no responsibility, just exploring the unexplored and discovering all that was mysterious. Sadly, beyond the colorful beauty of childhood resided the tears and tantrums, the stubbornness and immaturity, the ignorance… All that was good came with a few flaws. The girl dropped her gaze momentarily and then looked upon the Gate of Wisdom.

In the Gate of Wisdom, she found nothing but stress, anger, addiction, obsession… a darkness lurked beside adulthood. Pollution of the mind, conflicts of beliefs, tasks and threatens looming over everyone. Those who wished to escape the darkness, fell deeper in a darker hole: drugs, alcohol, internet, food… anything to escape the real adulthood. Others longed for youth and fun, however all they flaunted was immaturity, loss of responsibility. Horrified, she took a step back. Unsure of what decision she must make, the girl looked upon both gates, hoping the voice above could advise her. Time was running out.

“Choose quickly, child. The gates are soon to close. A decision must be made.”

Fearing that the time would run out, the girl let her instincts guide her and strode towards the Gate of Youth. Just as she returned to her old path, the gate closed and a loud voice boomed once more:

“The Teenage Era has ended, the child has chosen Youth.”

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Sie ma! POOF!