Once Upon a Time

Once Upon a Time I was walking through the school doors. I do it quite often. And it seems like every time I do there is a girl. She stands there. It's just a door, just 5 seconds of my day, but I remember her. Why? Because she held it. She held the door for people and smiled at them and called them beautiful as they swore at each other and pushed their friends and completely ignored her. And her smile was still brighter than anything I'd ever, ever seen. So I got to know her, through a long process of Facebook stalking. As I did, I learned something: She was in studio art. She was in studio art, and honors classes, and chamber orchestra, and yearbook. She was a figure skater (and good at it, too.) She was busy, busy, busy. Yet she was there everyday, holding a door instead of taking care of her piles of homework. Smiling and changing lives and days. And you know what the best part of the whole thing is? She was noticing me too. I was one person who walked through the door. All I did was smile at her, while I'm sure that plenty of others talked and thanked her. But she "friended" me first. She spoke to me first. I guess the point of all of this is that when you walk through a door, you never know who noticed you. You never know if there are people in this world who are good enough to notice an imperfect person and fall in love. And I guess now I do.

Everything through my bedroom window

So, we've all looked out the window and seen the stars. And the thing is, it seems so big out there. When we look out there, we see this little piece of...everything. And in that little section that seems so big, there are countless stars. And most of those stars are as big as our sun. And maybe they have planets of their own, circling them over and over again. Maybe the planets have moons, maybe they have animals, trees, all of that. And all of that is just from your little window. There are millions of windows and worlds and galaxies and everything. And guess what? There's also you. You, a person who is so small that even when 7 billion you-sized people stand together, a camera that is relatively close to the earth still can't notice a difference, with or without all of you. Yet god, who made you, is still more proud of you than any of his galaxies. He loves you more than you can ever, ever imagine. He thinks you are more beautiful than any of his oceans, anything that he's made. He's right, of course. Cause you have the potential to create a universe as big as this everything in front of your window. And whatever you see in the mirror, whoever you think you are doesn't matter. Cause you can do it. Hey, you're a child of the most powerful person in all of ever. Shouldn't that count for something? 

Actual Real Life People

Quote for May: "There will be actual real life people; it'll be totally strange." So, basically, I spent my life with real people, and guess what? It was pretty fun. Like, I actually "hung out" with people. And here's what I have to say about it: People are the best. Seriously, they're hilarious. Tumblr is pretty cool, but oh my gosh, my friends are fab. (And now I have friends.) I guess I should be saying something profound or inspirational, but I'm just gonna talk, I think.

You know how they say "people don't really change"? Well, they're wrong. What are "they" suggesting, anyway? That I was just born like this, able to talk to people and avoid people and understand people? That if I ever decide to, say, cut my hair, it's just never going to come back? That I can never get over trials? WHAT?! Here's the thing: People suck at not changing. That's the truth. Everything somebody says changes us a little bit, and people talk all the time. My fashion taste pretty much requires that I stop using half my wardrobe every other week, because it changes so often. Seriously, who decided to tell people that they could never really change? I guess they're saying that if you know somebody "bad", they're never going to be "good," and you shouldn't try to change them. But does that mean that they were just horrible, wicked people from the start? Or does it just means that you can get worse all you want but can never, ever get better? Any way you look at it, this is wrong. Like....what the heck?