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There are many things in this world that I do not understand. One of which being why the humans living in the United States are so afraid of the change that they wanted so badly. They fear the man that they put in the highest office. They fear each other because they think differently. Humans fear each other because of who they love and care about. They fear the choices they others around them make about a life form not yet born even if the mother knows what she's doing. These humans fear other humans for the being that they worship and give praise to for the life that they have. Humans in the United States are not that united, they fight each other on everything; the importance of the subject has little meaning to them. I'm curious to see if these childish creatures known as humans living in the United States on this little blue plant will ever grow up.
The sucess of this nation all depens on the people of the nation. We must not get mad at those in office because they're simply doing what they think "we" the people want.
On a whim I decided to through cation to the wind and tell her how I felt. I had no idea how she'd react, and a part still wishes that I didn't know. Sigh, I guess that I'm going to have to wait for th right woman to accept me and love me as I am. Though, I fear that with my time growing even shorter each day, I'm going to have to wait until the next time around. Who knows, maybe next time I won't be sick, or maybe if I am sick, I'll at least be male.
The bright sun burned the skin of those that were the crowd as they listened to the Father giving his speech. As his words had wash over the group, there was a peircing sream from a woman as she oozed from her chair to the ground next to the grave of her fallen soilder. She could still hear his voice, smell his aftershave, and feel his lips on hers. The Father paused as the womans family came to her side, their own strength being zapped away by their own grief. Once the woman was under control the Father continued without any other cries of angish.When finished, the crowd slowly made their way to the new widow's house. There they talked amongst themself until the sound of laughter filled the air. All looked for the source and saw the widow holding a peice of paper. Confused, the soilders mother made her way to the widow and took the paper. With a glance, she to was laughing. As the paper made it's way around the crowd, laughter filled the house. On the paper was a simple message.
Think of something funny then laugh to keep that joy alive.
Today my mother ragged on me about cleaning my room. What she doesn't realize is that it's about ten time better than it was... shameful sigh.
How can you become a respectable person in this day in age? Well they can think about those little things that your mother told you when you were younger. The simple things likeplease and thank you, or holding the door open othersThen there is the most simple of all things and that is listening to others without interupting them.
Perfectly perfect. Ha, what a stupid statement. How can anything be better than perfect.
Simple, it all depends on how you look at the world.
Oh really Johnathan?
Yes it does, because to me Patrick you are pefectly perfect. There is no other person that I'd want to be by my side each and everyday. Now will you please tell me what's put you in this sour mood.
It's nothing, it's just that I saw you with her and you seemed really and you both seemed really happy. I left before I could do something stupid.
Oh Patrick, would you like to know what we were talking about. We were talking about this ring that I got and how I'd ask you if you'd stay by my side for the rest of my life.
What is there left in the world to discover. It seems lie everyday I hear the words " I know" come from those who are younger than me. Do they really know thevils of the world or are they in some fantacy that lu they can control. If they really know than why do they o the thing they do? Why is it when those of us whom are older tell them some thing and the responce we get is " I know". I'm glad that the young ones know everything but whats going to happen to them when something new comes along? Will they ignore it, or will they take a chance to discover what the meaning behind this new thing and once again inbrace what it means to be human?
Fiction, or Non-fction, that is the question.
Fiction, or Non-fiction that is the question. How do you know that what you see, hear, smell, taste and touch is really there? How do you know that you really in this reality and not just dreaming. Herer and now we are presented with this seemingly simple question, do you beleive the world around you?
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