In the Eye of the Beholder

Sometimes it's in the way I strike a chord on the ebony or ivory keys, maybe it's the sound they make. Sometimes it's a color, or some small insignificant moment that brands itself in my mind as something that is indeed important. It can be the way the breeze sweeps through my hair and leaves one loose strand at my cheek, it can be the smell of a summer afternoon. Sometimes, it's the way the rain streaks down my face, or soaks into my jacket. Sometimes, it's the lyrics in a song, sometimes even, a simple note that strikes me as familiar or beautiful...Sometimes, perhaps, it is a photo, or even a mere word I come across when I am reading my favorite novel. Sometimes, it's the way I sit, or stand, that reminds me....or helps me remember something that hasn't happened.
It's that moment in which you feel a burst of creativity. As silly as it may sound, I can sometimes think of an entire idea from the way the sunlight hits a single shard of glass lying in the road. For some, it inspires a song, or a painting. For others, a story or a poem. Sometimes, its only a second, like a stabbing memory coming as I touch the keys of my piano. It swipes forward, and disappears, and all that is left is that feeling of reminiscence. If you don't grab it and write it down, it's gone forever. But it's that feeling of creativity that drives some of us.
It often frustrates me when it comes and goes so quickly that I don't have time to piece the emotion to an idea, or even a memory. Sometimes, they are so sad I want to burst into tears, sometimes so happy I can't smile big enough. But it's these moments that bring together all that is beautiful in the world. Sometimes, things strike you in such a way that it can't be forgotten. Others, slip away, pretending to be something unimportant; but it's in the end, when those small, dancing memories that are so hard to remember, become the most desired.
Perhaps one of my favorite quotes in the whole world would be what follows: "Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found." -James Russell Lowell
Farewell, my readers, if you are there...
"'Cause I'm so afraid, is that the light at the far end of the tunnel, or just the train?" -Owl City, Tidal Wave (not that it relates to my post this time; just because :))

Time...what we expect? Or will expect?

If you think about it....if we ever build a  time machine and go back in time, we're not really changing the past. If you think of time as continous, not chronological, then the future is already there, laid out, and we are still part of the past. Therefore, in the "future," we go back in time and change something. So whatever we "changed" already changed since time is continuous and the future is already occuring. In reality, you cannot "change the future." :) Think about it for a while and....never mind, it won't become clearer. It'll just make you think harder.
Time is a tricky thing. Has the future already become the past for someone else? Everything has already been laid out for us, so technically, there is no such thing as the future. There is only the present. And who is to say, that there is no time at all but the present overlapping the present of centuries ago? Who's to say right now, in a parallel universe, we are not fighting the Revolutionary War, or sailing across the ocean blue in 1492? Who's to say we are merely the past when the future is actually the present? Confusing? Indeed. Controversial? Indeed. Beyond insanely over the top hilarious? You betcha.
So, in order for us to really understand time, we need not clocks, not years, not weeks, nor minutes, heck, we don't even need seconds! For as you are saying in your head right now, this is the present, it has already become a thing of the past less than ten seconds ago, less than five seconds, less than one! So, are you ever really in the present?
Yet it all depends on how you see the so-called "present" "future" and "past". To you, is it a mere matter of nano seconds, or do you look at in the grand scheme of things such as....1750 is the past, 2035 is he future, and 2011 is the present? Whichever you decide, there's no two people who will believe the exact same definition for time.
Speaking of which, I'm running out of time and I best be off. But remember, if you ever run across a time machine, I would most definitely consider this article. Have you already been back in time in the future, or will you ultimately change the world as we know it? Your choice! (no pressure!) Until next time! (or have I already written again in the..."future"?)
Farewell!
"Tick tock, try to stop the forward motion, All heads tend to fall behind, Wasted whether of the wish cut steeper, Always running out of time...."--Motion City Soundtrack
"'Tis a glorious thing to be confused...."

Christmas Break

Tick tock tick tock. The clock ticks with relentless slowness, the second hand inching closer to the twelve; it is only a matter of moments. Tick tock. With an electrifying noise, the bell rings, breaking the silence of the cold, tense classroom. Children pop out of their seats, sending papers flying across the room, wishings of 'Merry Christmas' and 'Happy Holidays' filling the air. Exams...complete. School...half way through. Christmas Break...at last.
I said far too many goodbyes today, especially to those who are not coming back for the second semester. It wasn't the final sense of goodbye like summer, but to many, it was just as rough. But as for the rest of our school, happiness was a bubbling, overflowing excitement greeted with cheers and smiles.
With the end of school comes a sense of peace. No studying, no homework (for most of us!), and no school. Freedom to do whatever we want with the next few weeks.
And also, that insanely exciting, jubilant, ecstatic anticipation of the greatest holiday of them all: Christmas! A day of joy and singing, Christmas cheer, and love...especially to the One who matters most. A celebration of His birth, and our peace.
Merry Christmas!

Dear Readers:

As the only post on the page, I have decided to begin it with a greeting: HELLO!
and secondly.... I'd like to write a poem :)

SILENCE
Do you ever feel like the silence is so loud,
You can hear it?
Is the sun ever too bright,
So that you can't even see it?
Do the stars seem so far away,
That you could never reach them?
Does the moon glow behind the clouds,
Or can you even see him?
If you happen across a melody too sweet,
Do you ever stop to listen?
After the rain in a clear flowered meadow,
Do you watch the grass glisten?
Can the thunder ever amount,
To be louder than your thought?
Does the wind ever catch you,
When the air is rather hot?
Do the raindrops on your window,
Ever seem too fast?
Have you ever tried to capture clouds,
As over head they passed?
Are you ever so lonely,
Amidst the largest crowd?
Can you hear the bird sing softly?
Or is that silence too loud?