Brix

What the heck is a brick anyway?!

Some hard thing that is used in building stuff I guess.

But nothing is made of bricks anymore. That's so old fashioned. Using bricks to build something is like

Using a flip phone 

Or

Getting on Facebook

Or

Using the word "dandy"

Or 

Walking to school

Or

Perming your hair

Well you might say "there's still some people left that do those things!"

Then I would say "yes, there's still a few people who drive stick shift too"

Some of the coolest buildings are made out of bricks. 

Some of the coolest people have to walk to school still.

The world may change but that doesn't require the people in the world to follow.

Be different.

Brix.

Appreciate

I lay here in my backyard. 

Observing.

Trees over my head. Dark green, yellow, light green, and dark green leaved trees.

It's rare that I take a chance to lie down and relax, just enjoy what's around me.

I rarely take the time to look around myself and be grateful for what I have.

Life is so beautiful when you take the time to acknowledge all that we have been given.

I take a second to listen... Birds are chirping, leaves are rustling in the wind, the neighbors lawn mower is running, and I hear some kids playing next door, screaming and laughing like they do, then I hear something else....

I can faintly hear a piano tune being played... It's a happy tune. Not something I would dance to but something that would put a smile on my face as I fell asleep. 

I realize the song is being played from inside my house... I get up and look through the window.

It's me.

I see myself playing the piano.

Man I need to keep practicing...

I watch myself slowly disappear as the happy tune turned into a sad tune that needs practice.

I realize that I can appreciate just about anything, but my own talents.

I walk inside and sit down in front of the carnivorus piano.

This time it's me.

It May Not Be Much

He is sad. She is mad. They are poor.

She is lonely. They are hungry. He is sick.

I walk around observing humans in this world.

It's not hard to notice that everyone experiences grief or pain. I wish there was something I could do.

Come inside its starting to rain. My home isn't much, but I'm talking to you. It may not be much but let me explain, believe it or not I have felt this too.

Take some money, take some clothes, it may not be much but I have nothing to gain.

 

I used to be so selfish so let me help you.

I want to be good.

I want to be new.

Home Sweet Home

Love is a house.

You build love. You take care of love. And sometimes without your control, love burns to the ground.

Love can look great from the outside and if you're lucky, love is better on the inside. Love takes care of all your needs if you put work into it. 

Love is full of unforgettable pictures, shoes, and mirrors. Love will usually have a nice car parked in the garage, letting you travel outside of love every so often.

Don't leave love for long or you'll become home sick. But don't worry! There's nothing wrong with a vacation! Go explore and see the world. You'll only come to love your own love more.

Love provides a place for you to go after a long hard day. Only you have the key to love. But you can't hold onto it forever.

Naturally you will give your key to someone else because your love is lonely. You will trust someone with this key and they will promise to keep it safe.

Sometimes love needs repairs and maintenance. But as long as you have a trustworthy key holder. You'll always be able to get in.

You build love. You take care of love. And sometimes without your control, love burns to the ground. 

But if things go your way. 

Your love becomes a home.

Social Media

Why is it so important in our generation to have a certain amount of followers or a certain amount of likes or favorites? Why do we let this define us? Why do we want or not want this to define us?

Social media is taking over the world.

It often controls us when we should be controlling it. 

We just want to be accepted don't we? We want society to look at us and say wow they're attractive or wow they're popular or dang they're super cool!

Naturally we want to be accepted. There's nothing wrong with that.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to be accepted.

People want more friends or maybe just a friend. People want other people to be attracted to them or maybe just to receive a nice compliment.

Social media is a way for people to live behind the screen, sometimes people like their social media life more than they do their own.

But you see...the problem with this is that people of our society want to be accepted so badly that social media is taking over their lives.

I am not an acception to my comments previously made, I am just like everyone else. How can I be different? How can I do something that I like without being looked at different? The balance is hard to find and often times doesn't make sense.

Is social media good?

Is it going in a good direction?

Are we controlled by our social media possessed phones?

Where is this going to take the next generation?

Humans

What makes us human? 

I think being born, coming from a mothers womb as an infant makes us human. That's how we are made anyway!

What isn't human? 

Animals

Robots

Plants

Things that don't breathe

I know I'm not an animal because I have the ability to reason, think, and make choices instead of act by instinct.

I know I'm not a robot because I have emotions, good and bad, and I breathe without thinking.

I know I'm not a plant because I can run around and jump and cry, all things that humans do.

Humans are different than anything else because of their peculiar brains. The human brain is an impressive thing and I know that I have one because I am different.

A message for high school bullies

What is school. A place of misery. Not my misery! But watching others live in misery. Day in and day out I watch people come to school wishing they were elsewhere. Sure most everyone can agree that education is good and we all need it. But when you put 2000+ humans that are trying to figure out who they are in this world in the same building for 30+ hours a week, it become hectic. High school is way more than education. It's all about learning to survive socially.

People bully.

Why do people bully?! I HATE bullies!!!!!! They deserve no respect. They're just insecure teenagers that have no sympathy for those on the same high school journey as them. School would be so much less miserable for bullies and those who are bullied if we all just opened our eyes and realized that because of the selfishness that is naturally inside of us we aren't truly happy. Happiness and misery can't exist at the same time! Choose to be happy at school. Choose this by putting a stop to bullying and a start to selflessness. It's going to be a long journey for those who can't figure that out.

Crayons

Crayons come in a variety of colors. Some are very beautiful colors, especially when used together. Others, not so much. How would you feel to be that one crayon that nobody used unless they're trying to draw something very different or gross? There's always those one or two colors in the box that you just look at and say, "why?"

What if you were that one crayon? What if you were someone that people just looked at and said, "why?" Maybe you are. I know that sometimes I am the person who people look at and think I'm worthless or maybe my color cannot help this picture. Sometimes I am that crayon that has no hope to be a part of the idea on a page. I wish that every crayon could be used in every picture. Who has the right to say that a certain crayon doesn't belong in a drawing? How do you think it makes that crayon feel? Why is the crayon even in the box?

There's no worse feeling than watching all your colorful friends work their magic on a page without you. Let us invite all colors to our drawing. Who knows what we could create!