Whatever YOU Make of It

Time

Time passes

Moves too slow

Time comes

But never waits

Time slows as you watch

The bright lights

Blinding touch

That feeling

You'll never forget

Time slows, but It doesn't stop

Is there more?

Have you ever realized that the only thing that people look forward to everyday is coming home? It's the highlight of our day. The moment we look forward to. The time we wait for the hand of the clock to hit 2:34, or 6:30, or 7:00. It's our time of rest.
But is this all there is to life? Work/School then home? Does it never change? Is this all there is to life?
Have you ever wondered what you want to do with your life? Some people say they want to live, like really live. They want to go skydiving, or bungee jumping, or they want to visit a foreign country. But when does anyone have time do this anymore? There is no more time in the day for families to sit down and eat/talk together. There are no such things anymore as Family Movie Nights. Or if there are, people wonder where they get all their time from.
But sometimes there always seems to be too much time. As if you don't have enough to do to fill up the empty space in your day. Why isn't there any in-between?
Why were we created just to go from work to home to work again? Is this all there is to life?
I hope not because there is so much in the world to see and do.

Names

name

–noun 

a word or a combination of words by which a person, place, or thing, a body or class, or any object of thought is designated, called, or known. (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/name)

 

A name is something that you are known as. But a name is what is known as you. You define a name; the name does not define you. Your actions set yourself up for acknowledgement. Would you want to be acknowledged as someone who made a difference, who made the difference needed, or the one whose name has yet to be defined? Every name is forever remembered by a different number of people. Certain people are remembered because of their attitude, their words, their changes, their companions, their choices. Other people are remembered as "that" person; the one who never talked, never joined groups; never really had any other friends. These are the people who everyone either calls just "him" or "her". Then there are the people in between these two groups. These are the people who others know, but just can't remember their name. Like the title of a song, or a movie. There is no title for these people. They're called by their first name, then snaps of fingers to show that someone is trying to come up with their last name.

A name lives on forever, even though the human body does not. Your name is who you are. Define it the way you want to be forever remembered.

Influence

In today's world, moeny is power. And power is money. If you are a big believer in the supremacy of the brain, then perhaps you believe in it's ability to control everything you do. So, are you programmed to want the job you have your sights set on? Or are you programmed to want the job with the most money? Do you believe that in our brains, there is a part of it that says "Be a doctor. Be a dentist. Be a  politician."? Or do you believe that society has influenced and manipulated  your brain to think in terms of money? Has society influenced you to like certain foods? Movies? Music? People? Has society influenced our very person, from the day we were born, to shape who we have become?
If you ask yourself these questions...then you must surely ask yourself this:  How much of your brain and your thoughts, you? And how much of it is society's influence?
Is it possible that who you are now is not who you are supposed to be? Is it possible that society has a hand in every choice, thought, action, opinion that you have? Is it possible that you don't think about a job because it's what you love; is it just because of the money?

_____ of Dying

I am not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of  not living to the fullest before I die.
When someone says they're afraid of dying, are they really? Or are they actually afraid of not fulfilling their dreams? Are they afraid they shall never have a family? A career? A love? Are they afraid of missing out of the future? Are they afraid of not seeing themselves grow old?
I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill my dreams of having a family, being an pediatric oncologist, of saving lives so people won't be afraid of living to the fullest.
I believe death puts life into a new perspective. People look at life differently when their life is threatened. They have so many things to do before they die, that they're afraid of dying before they get to do these things.
Every day should be an adventure; you should go out of your way to learn something new (maybe even pointless), make someone's day better, or just do something crazy (but smart). Tomorrow could be the last, but when you look towards it, are you scared? Are you scared that you won't see it? Or are you scared because you haven't gone skydiving, or bungee jumping, or something else?
I am not afraid of dying. I'm afraid that while I'm living, people will forget me.
I am not afraid of dying. I'm afraid of living in a world where people kill.

How does the brain work?

When you read something, is there a voice in your head that says the words for you? Does the voice change depending on the type? Read this and think about it:
doesthevoicechangewhenitypelikethis? or     how     about     this? OR what ABOUT this? or.maybe.this?  does the pitch or something else change if I type like this:
What                  Now               I               Like
      
         Happens               When          Type           This?
Does the brain register the difference in typing? Or is that you thinking that the pitch and speed change? How much of reading or anything else is you thinking...or how the brain registers? How does the brain look at something and register it? How much of our brain is used? How much of the brain is useless? How much is the scary part? Do we all have a part capable of something horrendous? Since pyschopaths are certifiably ill...does that mean they are using a different part of their brain then the rest of us? Do the geniuses use more of their brain? Or just use it in a different way? Are we all capable of controlling our brain? Or could it perhaps control us? There are so many questions and perhaps every one of use knows the answers...it just might be hidden in the part of the brain we don't use.

Masquerade

Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade.
Masquerade!
Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade.
Masquerade!
Look around -
there's another
mask behind you!

How many people actually show their true person? How many people are their real selves? Who hides themselves to protect themselves, or others? Look around you...who's wearing the mask? Perhaps you are one of them. How can any person be themselves when everyone is so judgemental?  Everyone has secrets so why is every so suprised when they come out? Each person has something that they hold to themselves to keep a hold of their own person. Our masks are our protection, safety, our home perhaps. So don't be surprised when someone has multiple masks.

Some masks are ugly, ruined, perfect, scratched, melting, cracked. What is yours? Your actions define who you are...so don't be the ugly mask.

What is Love?

What is love?

Is it a word?

Is it a thing?

It’s an action

It’s an emotion

It’s undying

Never letting go

Even through death

And all hardships

Forever

Dreams

Last night, I didn't dream. But, according to scientists, you dream everynight; even if you don't remember it. So i began to ponder dreams. Here are some of my questions and thoughts:
What is a dream? What is its purpose? What exactly is happening?
The definition of a dream is a "succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep". (http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/dream?&qsrc=)This means that a dream is random, nothing important, something that occurs "just because". They could be the unconcious emotions or thoughts from the day. Or perhaps they aren't random. Perhaps they could mean something besides the hollow leftover actions in the mind.
What if a dream was something to warn of something forthcoming in your life? What if a dream was images to counsel you of future hardships, joys, or dangers?
What if you there were identical copies of you in other dimensions? What if the dream you had at night is the day's events of someone, or you, in another dimension? Yes, perhaps dreams are just random or thoughts of your unconcious mind, but what if it were something more? There are so many possible answers to these questions, yet no one has any clue as to what the images and thoughts of dreams could mean.
In a dream your brain is just administering activity. It is doing nothing more than what happens when you are thinking during the day. Its nothing special. But what if it was...?

Pro-Life

Do you believe in destiny? Do you believe in soul mates? If so, surely you believe in life? I believe in soul mates and destiny. Abortion takes away one more person in the world. What if the baby you aborted is the soul mate to someone in the world. Killing that baby takes away someone's soulmate.
My best friend and I have been friends for 11 years. If she had been aborted I don't know where I would be. Everyone has someone special in their life. Abortion takes away that important someone.
What would have happened if Alexander Fleming (discovered penicillin)  had been aborted? Or if any other influential person of our time had been killed before they had the chance to live...where would the world be?
The next child, a human being, that is aborted could be the person to save the world, discover the cure for cancer, or some other milestone in life.
I believe in LIFE and to be pro-choice is to be pro-murder. These are just my thoughts and personal opinions.

Normal

nor·mal-conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural.
(http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/normal)

I hate the word, normal. Who sets the standard for normal? Who says people aren't normal? What is considered normal?
All the people who make fun of others because they aren't "normal", does that mean they're normal? Because if that’s normal than I don't want to be normal. It's not "normal" to call someone names, to make fun of them, to make them feel bad. We were all born the same so what makes people abnormal?
If normal is what everyone strives for where would we have all the people who are their own person? Who would be important to us because they aren't afraid to be different? If everyone were the definition of "normal" everyone would be the same. What's the point of "being your own person" if no one could be?

Why?

Why do people change?
Laugh?
Cry?
Why do people differ?
Laugh?
Cry?
Why do people die?
Laugh?
Cry?
Why do people live?
To Laugh
To Cry