One of the most interesting things in the world, I think, is juxtaposition...
Now, no... The common concept of juxtaposition where two contradictory billboards are placed by each other is not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about a more artistic look at the word, another way to even view life, perhaps. Allow me to give an example:
I live in California. Now, when most people think of California, they picture beaches filled with people, warm, 20 degree days, and a lot of fun and ice cream. Well, about a month or two back, I went to the beach during a thunderstorm. All along the shoreline: bare, not another soul in sight. It was around twilight, so it was very dark out, the storm clouds were black. The tide was crazy and rain was pouring down, it was pretty cold too, about 5 degrees, not to mention the wind... This is the kind of Juxtaposition I enjoy.
And there I was, a raised Californian on a stormy beach. It was amazing, probably one of the best moments of my life, to have this entire portion of nature to myself. The weather was extraordinary and not that which is expected for California's climate. My only regret was not staying there longer.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Graduation
If I were to tell you that emotions don't affect me much, would you believe me? ...No, you probably wouldn't. And when I tell myself I don't care, or I'm not affected by something, I don't believe myself either. Unfortunate as it is, emotions do affect me as they affect everyone.
Tomorrow, I'm graduating. This will be followed with many goodbyes, many tedious celebrations, and worse of all: many new, stressful tasks to tend to. This Summer, it seems as though I'm going to shoot for a job, and I have no idea what the result will be. This concern is just one in the short term, when I imagine the next decade, I can't even begin to fathom where I am, or what the world is like. I guess I'm more concerned about the world than my personal life, but in the scheme of things, they're greatly related.
Wow. Just live life one day at a time, I guess..
Tomorrow, I'm graduating. This will be followed with many goodbyes, many tedious celebrations, and worse of all: many new, stressful tasks to tend to. This Summer, it seems as though I'm going to shoot for a job, and I have no idea what the result will be. This concern is just one in the short term, when I imagine the next decade, I can't even begin to fathom where I am, or what the world is like. I guess I'm more concerned about the world than my personal life, but in the scheme of things, they're greatly related.
Wow. Just live life one day at a time, I guess..
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Safe Haven
We all need to run and hide from time to time.
I find that people all have their own reasons to feel this way - maybe said person doesn't have any reliable friends, maybe said person has an unstable family, or maybe said person has great inner turmoil.
I think my desire to escape comes from simply feeling inferior, behind, and different.
There's all these expectations we're set up against, and I for one can't keep up with some of them, or don't even want to abide to others!
I'm 18 years old, and I feel my peers are speeding ahead of me, leaving me in the dust to pick up my papers before I can start walking slowly behind them again. Now does this make me a failure? Most would say. But some believe, including me, that I'm just slow.
This is why I need to get away at times. I need to fulfill the very common desire to "get away from it all".
With all of this in mind, the desire to escape being common, I can't believe I found such a perfect place for myself. Picture a beautiful field, tall and lively grass, all surrounding a lone, vacant, one roomed shed. When I first visited, I was almost certain this was a place lots of people knew of and visited. But, as I stayed there alone, silent, and undisturbed for several hours, I got the idea that maybe nobody else knew of this place. I wanted to be certain that I could call this place my own, so I needed to test for others company in the upcoming days (until my next visit) somehow. Conveniently, I had a dollar with me, so I set the dollar down on the center of a beaten-up table along one of the walls. It was out in the open, so anyone who spent merely minutes in the house would notice it. I left then left the shed in hopes the dollar would still be there to greet me on my next minute. I wanted George Washington's portrait to greet me with a "The shed's all yours, Kenneth!"
This was four days ago. Today, I went back to the shed, and to my surprise the dollar was still there. If someone else had visited, they almost certainly would have taken it. If there were several people who visited, it would be gone for sure. But there it remained, and there I left it.
I get the feeling that the dollar will be there yet again the next time I visit. I get the feeling that I have found the greatest safe haven possible.
I find that people all have their own reasons to feel this way - maybe said person doesn't have any reliable friends, maybe said person has an unstable family, or maybe said person has great inner turmoil.
I think my desire to escape comes from simply feeling inferior, behind, and different.
There's all these expectations we're set up against, and I for one can't keep up with some of them, or don't even want to abide to others!
I'm 18 years old, and I feel my peers are speeding ahead of me, leaving me in the dust to pick up my papers before I can start walking slowly behind them again. Now does this make me a failure? Most would say. But some believe, including me, that I'm just slow.
This is why I need to get away at times. I need to fulfill the very common desire to "get away from it all".
With all of this in mind, the desire to escape being common, I can't believe I found such a perfect place for myself. Picture a beautiful field, tall and lively grass, all surrounding a lone, vacant, one roomed shed. When I first visited, I was almost certain this was a place lots of people knew of and visited. But, as I stayed there alone, silent, and undisturbed for several hours, I got the idea that maybe nobody else knew of this place. I wanted to be certain that I could call this place my own, so I needed to test for others company in the upcoming days (until my next visit) somehow. Conveniently, I had a dollar with me, so I set the dollar down on the center of a beaten-up table along one of the walls. It was out in the open, so anyone who spent merely minutes in the house would notice it. I left then left the shed in hopes the dollar would still be there to greet me on my next minute. I wanted George Washington's portrait to greet me with a "The shed's all yours, Kenneth!"
This was four days ago. Today, I went back to the shed, and to my surprise the dollar was still there. If someone else had visited, they almost certainly would have taken it. If there were several people who visited, it would be gone for sure. But there it remained, and there I left it.
I get the feeling that the dollar will be there yet again the next time I visit. I get the feeling that I have found the greatest safe haven possible.
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