Lifelong Friends

Basically the source of my childhood fun; what reflects, what doesn't; what happens when you paint it; why's it so cold; can my cat see himself in him; who's that person always staring back at me, isn't that rude.
When i got older. he did get rude. Started calling me fat with a big nose and lots of acne. He had cracks in his view of me, sometimes he thought i was pretty and other times he changed his mind halfway through tell me.

For some reason I kept going back to him for I thrived on his opinion of me. I felt insecure without it, even more when I did have it.

Don't get me wrong, he's an amazing friend at most, he shows me when i have food stuck in my teeth, he helps me find where my make-up's smudged, he even laughs and cries with me.

My mirror & I are quite inseparable.

How Do You Comfort a Stranger?

Imagine you’re just walking down a street – preferably a safe one – and you see a girl about your age sitting on some steps. She’s just staring into the distance: not moving, not saying anything, and blinking only when the tears make her eyes too heavy. She’s dressed for something special, and even though it’s cold out, she hasn’t got a jersey and the only thing she has on is a fitted black dress and fishnet stockings, red heels thrown aside.

‘Why is she sitting here?’ you start to wonder. Should you be a gentleman and sit down beside her and let her mouth just empty out her story? Is it too late to pretend not to notice her? Perhaps your best option to get away is to pretend you’ve forgotten something and turn back to find another way home. While, in the time you’ve taken to think, she’s turned towards you with a desperate look in her eyes.

“We enjoy warmth because we have been cold,” stutter her lips. “We appreciate light because we have been in darkness... And in the same sense, we can experience joy because we have known sadness.” A tear breaks through her mascara.

Intrigued, now, at what she has to say, your feet draw mistakenly toward her. Your own silence follows. “Sorry,” she stumbles, “I didn’t mean to disturb you, but the air is too pressing for silence.” She begins to rub away the tears.

Confused yet still silent you’re lost for words, your hands start pointing in different directions, supposedly indicating if you can leave. The look on her face makes you stop and just say “Huh?”

She looks where the moonlight sheds an eerie light on the alleyway, takes a deep breath ready to speak and starts weeping again. You stride toward the alleyway, determined to find the problem, and convert into what she must’ve looked about ten minutes ago. Guys don’t walk down the street prepared for this.

Lying by the wall like a clump of old play dough was a baby. Covered in everything; from dirt to after birth. Through glassy eyes you notice light bruises, and even as horrific as the image is, you can’t push your own eyes away.

That tiny baby was a victim and unknown to be so. Nobody knows what happened to it and nobody knows what to do with it. An inconvenience to everybody.

Motivate or Deteriorate..

One of the biggest problems I see everyday is the complete lack of motivation. Motivation to do work, to exercise, to finish a project and to sometimes just get out of bed in the morning..  It makes me think how did the human race actually get this far?

In ancient Greece their motivation was probably, "OK if we wake up now we can create a rad orgy by noon!".  In ancient Rome it must've been, "I can leave this guy to live or I can take him to fight the beast this afternoon. We can always do with some more entertainment!". And you can just imagine cave men "I can kill this cute T-Rex and be a hero AND provide for my clan! Two birds with one stone!".

Nowadays it's like "I'll just hire someone to fix that later," "I don't need to go to work tomorrow because they can still pay me for sick leave," and one of the best : "Who needs to pay attention in class? I'll just threaten a nerd to do it for me."

How does this generation get it so wrong? we eat too much or too little.. our super models motivate us to become allergic to fats of any kind.. our younger generations role models are teaching us to pose naked and lap dance gays for something we want! Children are motivated to follow their role models.. is this really what we want of our children..

I have drifted from my true purpose of this blog sesh and the story I wanted to tell you guys happened a few days ago:

A friend of mine was struggling to finish something because he was struggling too work with certain enemies and for some reason  I turned around and half yelled at him to be a baby..
If you think about it babies are the most determined creatures we'll probably ever come across. They are motivated by freedom, they wish to run and talk and just be.

Have you ever watched a baby try walk for the first few times, they fall, A LOT! but they also get up and try again and again and just imagine if we gave up after the first few falls. We'd be crawling around, never able to see the stars because we're too busy staring at dirt..

Next time you're feeling undetermined try thinking of your baby self, think "be the baby" because you ARE that same baby!

Untill next time, bye you big babies :}