Thoughts

I haven't written much in a while. I guess it's because I've been thinking too much about writing something worthwhile but instead I've ended up with witty comebacks in my head that make sense to no one but me. I try so hard to be clever, but I am realizing more and more each day that I am not. I suck at metaphors, they just don't come to me, as much as I love them, I am more cliche than the next person. Also, my mind changes constantly so what I like one day, I end up hating the next.

I fear that my desire for originality makes me unoriginal. In this generation, we all have this aim to be different; to stand out from what is normal. In each aching belly of the youth, there is the need to put on some skinny jeans and rebel against the status quo. But the more I think about it, the more I realize that our desire to rebel and be different IS the status quo.

I don't want to be a Youtube celebrity or have over a million followers on twitter, all I want to do is help get kids off the streets and into arts while exploring the world outside of their ghetto bubble. I'd like to write a book of poetry and read it to my kids one day. I want to wear an elegant dress every once in awhile and I want to make my mommy proud. If I can accomplish these simple, unoriginal goals, then I have lived my life happily.

I had a lot of other goals, but I have crossed them off of my list. Many of them being have happened out of sheer luck and amazing friendships. Others due to optimism and just not worrying over the things that hinder me from loving life.