karagrace17
I am not a native citizen of this generation. I feel out of place among the cell phones and iPads and insane crazy technology. I am 16, yet I am a stranger to my own generation. I am foreign to my own friends...
upon my bookshelf lie entire lives waiting to be explored. new lands bide their time and all the pretty horses stamp their feet in anticipation.
I am thirsty for travel. My tongue itches inside my mouth, my fingers tap silly rhythms across the keyboard and my soul chafes against it's cage. I am tired of this, this trivial life. I thirst to make a difference, I thirst to change.
integrity is strength of character I suppose. I imagine that to have integrity is to turn away from what you want and pursue only what is good; but where is the joy in this? Integrity is a virtue, but what of laughter? what of being a teenager? who wants to be good all the time... can I mess us and still have this weighty "integrity"?
I am connected to the world through my writing, through my dancing, through existing. sometimes i go to the Hill and become the world. it is so peaceful, so simple, so lovely i never want to leave. i hate being connected to people through phones and facebook because you cannot be connected with the world and its inhabitants simultaneously. i choose to sit in silence and listen to the birds, i choose to connect with nature. love love love.
again? I wrote about this yesterday. Interesting. This word makes me think of tragedy, you only find true strength in tragedy, how do you get physically stronger? you tear up your muscles. How do you get emotionally stronger? watch you mother die, watch you sister with cancer, decide that you're a survivor and step out of the rubble.
my strength is found through my dancing. it is found through obscurity and insanity and silent moments of resolve. I never said I made sense, that is the beauty of it all. strength is simply the absence of weakness? i object. strength is what happens upon a person who cannot breathe, and yet bargains with their lungs for one more breath.
What is success. They tell me I have to get a magic 30 to be a success, so I can go to college and get a good job and get a good husband and have perfect kids. And die rich and happy. Somehow this doesn't sound so wonderful to me, success isn't happiness, who ever said it lead to happiness?