Chicks Rule

I guess you could sort of, maybe, call me a little bit of a feminist. I guess. Maybe not the riot at your doorstep feminist, but the one that holds feminist's beliefs high. And, one of those beliefs is that as women, we our the owners of our bodies. We are in control of what does and does not happen to them. And because i hold that belief, i also believe that we have the right to make our own decision on whether or not we should abort or birth a child. Sometimes men seem to think that they have an input in the situation, however, in my opinion i dont think that they really do. Yes, i believe that if a women is impregnated with a mans child, then he should be aware of the decision she ultimately makes, but i dont think that he should have a say in what she chooses to do. I think that a mother should want to have a child, should be able to support a child, or be willing to give the child up for someone else to raise. And if she feels as though she doesnt meet any of those requirements, then it is her decision to abort it. In "The Hills Like White Elephants", the man manipulates the women into deciding what to do. He attempts to persuade her to give up the child by saying that he would love her and stay with her as long as she did. The girl struggles with idea of giving up the child, and i think that ultimately she chose to keep it even though the author didnt quite say that she did. If she did though, did she have a right to? Yeah, she did. It's HER child, that SHE has to bare, raise, and nurture for the rest of HER life.If she believes the she is capable of doing so then regardless of the man's desires, SHE ultimately has the choice. So its HER decision to keep the child. or not to. I think that women are often persuaded into doing things that they dont want to do or that they do because society makes them feel like they dont have a choice. But just like we have fought for so often throughout history, we are ALL EQUALS. Women can just as easily perform the same mental and physical tasks as men, sometimes even better then men themselves. And women are the rightful owners of their body. Making them the rightful judges as to what occurs with their body.

"For Better or For Liverwurst"

One thing that never fails to revitalize my love for writing is the freedom that writers have. The freedom for me to write whatever i want to write. However i want to write it. To pour my heart onto paper, or to jot down random words the make me laugh. To choose to make a point, persuade, or to simply just express. I love the freedom that writing gives you. I love the there are no rules. Sure, you're supposed to me grammatically correct, and indent, and put periods. where. they. belong. i guess. but in reality, writing is art. and there is no right or wrong way to do it. so so so many works of writing are creatively done. They are punctuated where they want to be, and they say whatever they want to say, even if the reader perceives it all kinds of wrong. That's why i've never understood the statement "I don't like to write", or "I'm not a good writer." What's there to not like? What's there to be good about? Who's to say what is good and what is bad? I guess that's the issue with all art. Someone can look at something, read something, and not get anything from it. But another person, may look at it, may read it, and it mat change their life. Art is funny that way. It's all about perspective. And we are out biggest critics. I write because writing never fails me. I always learn from it, grow from it, or just release steam. Writing helps me to channel a lot of emotions, useless thoughts, and opinions. No one really has to read it. And really, Sweeney you're probably the only one who will ever read this blog, but sometimes it's not about who reads it, who thinks its "good". Writing is your mark in the world. Its your words, your thoughts and ideas, opinions. Its your style, how you choose to put those words onto paper. Writing is art. And like all art, it is an expression of self. So there is nothing to not like. There is no "good" or "bad" writer. Whether youre all over the place, full of grammatical errors, lacking plot and structure, you're still a writer. And youre free to write however you want, whatever you want. wherever and whenever. Writing is a freedom, not a duty. There are no rules on "How to become a writer" because anyone can be a writer. anything can be considered literature. Writing never fails to instill my love.

Live Free, Die Hard

"Do not go gentle into that good night." "Rage, Rage against the dying of the light." Do not go gentle into that good night. What does that mean? Rage against the dying of the light. What is that really saying? Honestly, i don't know. But it can be perceived numerous different ways. As i first read it, i read it as though it meant for me to fight death. To not go out without a battle. To live free and die hard. ha ha ha. No but seriously, that's what i got from it. It spoke to me, saying that i needed to make life worth the death i would ultimately face. Is what i lived for worth dieing for? that's a loaded question. One that religious people would have LOADS to speak on. But even I question it. Is what i do today, going to be remembered if i died tomorrow? So far, i tried sushi for the first time today. Unfortunately, I doubt that will go into the history books. Although anyone who knows me, would agree that it should. But in all seriousness, nothing i've done today would make a difference if i left tomorrow. So if i shouldnt go gentle into the good night, then i need to make life changes. Every day i should fight death. Fight it by living. Really living. Not just surviving, but LIVING. Making a difference. Impacting something, someone, somewhere. Doing. Saying. Being. Creating a life that will live on after death. That's really what it's about. Maybe i wont be in the history books. and maybe i wont win The Nobel Peace Prize.  But if my life is worth something, and i define my worth, if my life is really worth something than ive lived. and ive raged against the dying of the light. And even though i may not be "famous" for what ive accomplished, my life was worth the death i faced as long as i lived.

 I want people to feel an immediate happiness around me. a closeness. a safeness. to make a difference in someone's life. i want to make such an impression on something so that even though i may be delicate and fragile, my footprints will be permanent in the places, things, and hearts i have touched. when ive accomplished that every day, ive lived. and ive conquered death.

There Is No Truth In Impossible

I make a wish everytime. Everytime i see a well, and toss a penny in. I make a wish. I think that's important. To put your faith into things that are seemingly impossible. To keep your hopes alive, and feed your dreams. That's important. Because really, without hopes, dreams,faith, aspirations, what do we have? What do we live for? Strive for? What is there to keep our motivation? I've always been that person whose dreams are way wilder than anyone could imagine. That girl in in kindergarten who said she would be an astronaut and she would find the first alien on another planet. The girl who not only dreamed she could do it, but believed she could. And since then, my dreams have continued to grow and change along side of me. Continued to become bigger, even more wilder, and more difficult to obtain. Ha, you thought being a female astronaut that found an alien was a big dream? You've got no idea what runs through my head daily. But i think thats a good thing. Some people say that making realistic dreams, goals that are easily obtained is the best way to go. But not me. I say if youre gonna dream, you better dream big. We've been told it since we could comprehend. "You can be anything you want to be." "You can do anything you dream you can do." So why dream inside of a box? Those aren't really dreams if you already know they are reachable. You're not putting your faith into something, if you  KNOW it's going to happen. Dreams are dreams because they aren't easily reached, they seldom remain dormant, and they are often deferred. But we've all go them. We need them. We put our faith into dreams, we feed our hope to keep it alive. Because they give us meaning. They provide reason. It a reason to get out of bed in the morning. It's motivation. Motivation to be more, to strive for more, to hope for more, even when it seems impossible. Don't let dreams be deferred. Dreams are meant to fester. To explode. To be made reality. Never to be carried like a heavy load. Never to dry up. Allow yourself to dream. As wild and extravagant as you can. Let your dreams run free, and then catch them. Make them happen. Continue each day to make new dreams for yourself, for others, for the world. Its a good thing. Its important. Hope matters. Faith does big things. And dreams come true.

Cinnamon Toast Crunch

We're all faced with decisions. Every one of us. Every day. I mean, i wake up and decide whether to eat cinnamon toast crunch or cheerios. Its a decision, its a small one yes, but its a decision that could possibly alter the rest of my day. I think about things a lot. All sorts of things. But one thing that i always focus my attention on, is really taking time to think about something before i decide to do it. I think that's important. Weighing options before jumping to conclusions. Some will beg to differ. Those that are far more spontaneous than I. I envy those types of people because i tend to describe myself as someone that is far too analytical. Yet, some see that as a strength. I believe that the things you chose to do and say define who you are. Our thoughts, motives, words, actions, etc are all building blocks that make up our character. So, i find it immensely difficult to not over think things, to not analyze every possible outcome. Because in essence, we are what we are, we are what we do, we are what we say. America is known for it's freedom. We're all free to be who we want to be. To do and say what we want to say. But that doesn't mean that we still don't have decisions to make. We do. We have decide to speak out against or for certain things. We have to decide to act upon certain things or to not to.  And yes, for some, those things are easily decided. Yet, for others, its an entire different battle. Some decisions we have to make are tough, they arnt decisions that we want to make, that we want to be a part of. But they're necessary. Where would we be if someone had not made the decision that whites and blacks should be equal? Sure, that was by no means and easy decision. It was by no means something that people wanted to be a part of. But, what if they hadnt? What if people didnt boycott those buses. What if people didnt lose their lives for the benefit of others? Where would we be? Sometimes in life, we have to choose to take the road less traveled. To take the road full of thorns, rocks, bumps, and obstacles. We have to choose to take the harder road. The longer road. Not because it's easy, it wont be, but because it will be worth it. And we as whole will be stronger because of the things we faced on that road. Those who settle for the easy and the comfortable are those that crumble when faced with difficulty. With decisions not easily made. However, those that chose the more difficult route, with an ultimate destination in mind, it is those that succeed, that grow. They choose the road less traveled, and that makes all of the difference.

Spread Your Wings

Sometimes I really feel like escaping. Like taking the easy way out. Just leaving, leave everything and everyone behind. Go to a new place, with new things, new people, new opportunities. Sometimes I get so tired of seeing the same faces, hearing the same things, and doing all of the same activities. Go to school. Go to work. Go back to school. Study. Look out a window. Take A walk. Go to work. Eat. Go to sleep. Go to school. Work. Lay in bed awake all night thinking about work and school. It never ends. The same patterned routine over and over. Sure, each day holds a few new things, a few glimpses of what my life COULD be. But overall, its the same day to day theme. I'm doing what im supposed to do though right? That's what i've been told since I started Kindergarten. "Go to school, so you can get an education and a job to take care of your family." Do this, and do that, do all of the things they never got to do and they are suffering because of. So that's what im doing. The first in my family to attend college, the only one that can manage to hold a steady job, the only one that has their life together. I guess. In the eyes of others im doing all of the right things and it'g going to pay off in the end. But will it really? Do i really want to be in college, striving for a PhD in psychology that could just as easily land me on the streets as not going to college could. Do i really want to be working at friendlys, making money to support myself at the age of 18, to support all of my financial needs and then some, yet, dreading to go every single day. but, its what im "supposed" to do isnt it? And man, am i making mama and daddy proud. Going through the motions. each and every day. Doing things that most dream of, and never achieve. i should be proud of myself, my accomplishments, and i mean i am, but how can you be proud of yourself when you know you are capable of SO. MUCH. MORE.

We read "The Glass Menagerie" in class this semester. And although I HATED the play, i could really connect to one of the characters, Tom. Tom too went through the motions. He worked, took care of his family, helped with his crippled sister, and educated himself. Yet, he was unhappy. He was doing all the right things, but in reality he wanted to join the merchant marines. He wanted more. Dont we all? He wanted to see things, do things. be more. do more. be what he knew he was capable of being. but that meant leaving everyone behind. leaving everything behind. abandoning those that loved and cared for him and about him. Being made out to look like the bad guy, the one that gave up all that he had for his own selfish wants. But did he really? or did he just decide that enough was enough and he needed to strive to be all that he was capable of being? I suppose its up to the reader to decide what really happened. But for me, as the reader, i envy Tom. I envy his tenacity to leave. His bravery to separate himself from all that tied him down. He knew he needed to jump, to take the next step. because jumping separates us from those that settle with the comfortable and the safe. It's funny that one of the life lessons I have always been taught, "Never settle", is now contradicting itself with everything else ive been taught. Keep pushing through the motions. Never settle. Do whats right. Do what you believe is right. So many things ive always been told, so many lessons i have been taught. all just contradictions.

Sometimes i look up, and i see hundreds of birds just sitting in a tree. and i wonder to myself, "why do they just sit there, when they can fly anywhere in the world?", but then i ask myself the same question.