I capture moments forever frozen in time. The very essence of life is paused for eternity as I gaze upon its image. It’s through an external…
Fashion, television shows, films, and other forms of entertainment has seen a regurgitation of the era that is the 90s. The world has noticed that kids…
The heavy breath was shaky as it struggled to push out words that were too nervous to reach my ears. There was a brief pause before my friend revealed her confession. “Jas, I don’t think college is for me.”
These historical figures hold a key that unlocks the mysteries of the past. They can help paint pictures that dive into the very heart of humanity.
Dating today is awkward. The modern age has taken an old game and turned it into a new experience. The development of technology has given her the ability to know who you are, what you do, your age, height, and favorite hobby before she even meets you, and it all has become perfectly normal in the eyes of society.
Their stories are important and necessary to hear in order to understand the multi-dimensional painting of human society. In order to grow, we must learn, and in order to learn, we need to hear about the “other” by sharing their stories.
Still, I sit outside with my laptop open and facing me like an outspread book filled with my scrawling that decorate the pale white digital pages with dark letters. I pause only for moments at a time to grab the metal canister of boiling hot green tea sitting on the wooden table in front of me to warm my core and propel me further into my fit of writing.
I looked up at the dark, dried, and ominous dead trees looming down with their bare bent, and scraggly-looking branches stretched out wide. I continued my stare with my eyes transfixed to gaze upon the contrast of the dark geometric lines against the much lighter gray-bluish-colored sky. The combination of vastly different colors gently whispering that they are, in fact, the embodiment of a beautiful, yet lifeless, winter’s day.
The memory fades away with every breath breathed in its direction. The very act of recalling the memory destroys it piece by piece as though my mind attempts to chisel itself away. However, instead of an uncovered work of art from polished marble, I’m left with the rough sections of jagged rock lying in ruins.
In 2018, I did not complete my New Year’s resolution to run a marathon and finish writing a novel, but I was encouraged enough to complete three-quarters of the story and become a healthier more veganized-version if myself. There were amazing highs and lows, new experiences that I wouldn’t trade for anything, and friends and relationships that I will always cherish.