You're on stage.
So many eyes watching your every step.
You're trying your best, but you keep messing up.
There's taunting giggles from somewhere in the back. They said they were your friends, but there they are laughing instead of holding their breaths.
Your parents are somewhere out there too, or maybe they're not, you're not entirely sure if they were able to make it tonight.
You try again. You just want to get it right.
This time you get it right, but nobody seems to care.
The play goes on, and on, and you keep messing up.
People start walking out.
The audience dwindles down to a select few.
You notice your parents still watching you with encouraging eyes.
There's another noticeable face. In the center of the audience, there's a man. You can't explain him or how he's different from everyone else. He just watches you perform with proud and encouraging eyes.
Does he know me? You wonder, but you have no idea who he is or where he came from.
Thinking back, he was there before anyone else, he was always watching, always encouraging, always caring. Yet, you only notice him now.
You realize that he's the one you've been performing for this whole time, and you were worried about everyone else.
You mess up again.
This is going a lot worse than you had ever imagined it could have.
How could you have been so blind? How could you not understand that that man is the only one that's worth it all? How could you miss seeing him walk in?
For a moment, you wish that he'd leave.
You're crying now. You can't help it.
You're doing awful, it's hard to believe that your parents have stayed this long. They know you're doing awful, why haven't they left yet? And what about the man in the center? Why is he still here?
The play drags on, and on, and on...years and years.
Your parents fade away, and there's only the man in the center still watching intently.
You have learned to live for him. His opinion somehow becomes everything to you.
You start messing up less and less, and pretty soon more people start appearing in the audience with him. They're all smiles, all cheers.
Still, you live for the man in the center of all them. You keep your eyes fixed on him, and he seems to help you through it all.
You cannot wait to meet him when you get off this stage.
This is an entirely different take on blogging for me, but I felt like the only way I could convey what I wanted to was to tell it like a story. In case you don't understand, the man in the center is God, and the stage is your life. The main idea of this post is to remind you that the most important audience in life is the audience of one.
1 Corinthians 6:19: For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God's. (KJV)
Mark 12:30: And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. (KJV)
Sunday, May 18, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
Life is Built on Originality
So, I decided to just write whenever I want without just being Wednesdays or Saturdays. I will, however, still have Mondays for fictional characters of my fancy. This may also mean that I'll post more often because sometimes I have stuff written a week ahead of time, and that's why I'm changing it up! (Also, I'm a lot busier as of late, so I don't know when I will and will not have time to write stuff up...so...yea.)
When you do what you love, there really is no wrong way to do it. You can write any way you want to write, you can set up your blog any way you want to set it up, you can sing anyway you prefer to sing, you can paint anything you desire to paint, et cetera, et cetera.
As a writer who doesn't really plan on pursuing my writing career, I still want to have an identity as a writer. I still want to branch out and do what I want(Maybe this comes from the idea that I'll never be a writer professionally, maybe that's what drives me to branch out: the knowledge that nobody will ever know about what sort of ways I "branch/ed out"). Despite my notions to be different, the rules say otherwise.
Well, the rules of writing are just plain silly. The fact is, aside from the grammar nonsense, there aren't any rules to writing. I mean, if your book has a plot, then cool. If your book doesn't have a plot, then cool. I mean, a book is a book, so it's going to have a plot. Even if it seems like a silly plot to you, it's a plot.
Plot (As defined by Dictionary.com): The main events of a play, novel, movie, or similar work, devised and presented by the writer as an interrelated sequence.
It's all about having a plot, isn't it? Not just any plot, an original plot.
Originality (As defined by Dictionary.com): The ability to think independently and creatively and/or the quality of being novel or unusual.
Well, my attitude about originality is actually quite simple: If you made it, then it's original to you. It doesn't even matter that other people have done "the same thing", your piece of work is original to you. You created it, then it's original. It's *insert your name here* original.
Life is built on originality. If you do what everyone else is doing, then, yea, you're not gonna get anywhere. Don't let that bring you down, don't let people tell you that your work isn't original enough. If there's enough you in it, then it's original. No work of any kind is unoriginal if you let it display who you are.
The ideas that people put into your head about having to write a certain way, or paint a certain way, or sing a certain way, or whatever--you can break those rules. It's been done before, and it will be done again and again.
One of the most notable people to break away from traditional writing was Emily Dickinson. She wrote poetry that broke the rules of poetry. And guess what? That's just her being original. If that's her original...what's yours?
What's your original?
Maybe you think that your original isn't original at all. It's too cliche, It's been done before...You might think to yourself. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Uh, helllllooooo! Who cares? I mean, if it's *insert your name here* original, then it's original. Deal. With. It.
You can't not be original.
I know, I know, I have blamed many a things in my life for being unoriginal. I'll admit to that. But that's just my personal opinion about certain works of literature and such. My opinion is stupid, ignore it.
This post is Sunshyne original
When you do what you love, there really is no wrong way to do it. You can write any way you want to write, you can set up your blog any way you want to set it up, you can sing anyway you prefer to sing, you can paint anything you desire to paint, et cetera, et cetera.
As a writer who doesn't really plan on pursuing my writing career, I still want to have an identity as a writer. I still want to branch out and do what I want(Maybe this comes from the idea that I'll never be a writer professionally, maybe that's what drives me to branch out: the knowledge that nobody will ever know about what sort of ways I "branch/ed out"). Despite my notions to be different, the rules say otherwise.
Well, the rules of writing are just plain silly. The fact is, aside from the grammar nonsense, there aren't any rules to writing. I mean, if your book has a plot, then cool. If your book doesn't have a plot, then cool. I mean, a book is a book, so it's going to have a plot. Even if it seems like a silly plot to you, it's a plot.
Plot (As defined by Dictionary.com): The main events of a play, novel, movie, or similar work, devised and presented by the writer as an interrelated sequence.
It's all about having a plot, isn't it? Not just any plot, an original plot.
Originality (As defined by Dictionary.com): The ability to think independently and creatively and/or the quality of being novel or unusual.
Well, my attitude about originality is actually quite simple: If you made it, then it's original to you. It doesn't even matter that other people have done "the same thing", your piece of work is original to you. You created it, then it's original. It's *insert your name here* original.
Life is built on originality. If you do what everyone else is doing, then, yea, you're not gonna get anywhere. Don't let that bring you down, don't let people tell you that your work isn't original enough. If there's enough you in it, then it's original. No work of any kind is unoriginal if you let it display who you are.
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One of the most notable people to break away from traditional writing was Emily Dickinson. She wrote poetry that broke the rules of poetry. And guess what? That's just her being original. If that's her original...what's yours?
What's your original?
Maybe you think that your original isn't original at all. It's too cliche, It's been done before...You might think to yourself. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Uh, helllllooooo! Who cares? I mean, if it's *insert your name here* original, then it's original. Deal. With. It.
You can't not be original.
I know, I know, I have blamed many a things in my life for being unoriginal. I'll admit to that. But that's just my personal opinion about certain works of literature and such. My opinion is stupid, ignore it.
This post is Sunshyne original
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