The truth is you'll be ok anyway.

msquared's picture

It's just astounding how I'm actually writing in oasis when I'm happy, as opposed to the normal trend of scribbling in here while my life lies in ruins. Well, a teenager's perspective of ruins, anyway.

Alas, I do have few words to share, though. Things are happening in my life, but I simply don't think they're as important as I used to. I mean, they're just...things. My happiness no longer hinges on what's going on around me; that pattern of thinking once made my life as stable as a game of Jumanji. Now I'm content knowing that both the outside and inside world are constantly changing, and I don't need to fight this phenomenon. It's just the way the world is. I acknowledge that part of this mindset is accepting that it itself will change, and if I'm struggling a week or two from now, I'm going to have to accept that, too.

I'm not completely egoless, however, so I'll give you cats and kittens a quick rundown of my sundowns.

-I've decided to create a weekly writers' workshop for local teens. Our first meeting will be tomorrow.

-I'm also planning to film my first "real" movie that I've written the script for in the next week or two. (Remember, I'm kinda into that whole screenwriting thing?) It's a 6-8 minute film about a mentally handicapped teenager who yearns to win a four square tournament.

-The marching band season has started...woo. It's strange being a big ol' senior. I feel bad for the kids who look up to me! =]

I hope that keeps the gizzard going for all the inquiring minds out there!


fatefellshort's picture

Change scares me. I don't

Change scares me. I don't like the idea that my mind can be completely.. not-okay with something. Unable to ''survive'' with the change. But my body will go on living just the same.

Your mindset seems healthy, roll with it =]

5thstory's picture

If it wasn't for change, we

If it wasn't for change, we all would be bored to death. As much as we may -or may not- hate it, it's the only way possible of having fun, or at least not becoming like a cow (you know: Chewing. Regurgitating. Chewing again. Mooing. Ad nauseam). That was a terrible example, what was I thinking about? Anyway. A script? Quite interesting, I hope that turns out to be an excellent short film. The world is in desperate need of decent scriptwriters!
Go marching band! (I'm going to miss it in the university, I used to help my band friends a lot...).
Just keep on being happy, and thanks for a happy post. They're scarce.

" . . . The sun does not shine upon this fair earth to meet frowning eyes, depend upon it." Charles Dickens