There’s some up and coming science that predicts the presence of an infinite amount of parallel universes. You know, the kinds in Sci-Fi movies that are exactly the same to ours except that Hitler won WWII or the upper class use blimps to get around. And while that’s true, with the crazy science fiction twist, if you think about the concepts, it is pretty awesome to think about. The infinite part comes in when you start to think about how many decisions are made in each second, by everyone across the globe, and that our world wouldn’t be ours if all those decisions didn’t happen exactly as they did or exactly when they did. Because a parallel universe is the same as ours, only with anywhere from one or an infinite amount of differences. To this thinking, each decision that each of us makes branches off any number of parallel universes; if you ate breakfast this morning, or if you didn’t, or if you decided to eat at school all make parallel universes, in which at least one universe you did every possible scenario for your breakfast. And then multiply that by every person who has ever lived and all their decisions and wow, if that’s true (and why wouldn’t it be, because honestly, the universe is much weirder than this) that’s just plain awesome.
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Still, beautiful, silence. Time just to breathe. Time just to think about no one, nothing but the nothingness of the present moment. Silence is something that is so necessary yet so often we fear it. We fear being alone in nothingness. So we fill the beautiful silence with other things, avoiding it, replacing it with busy schedules, or drowning it out with music. Words and images always somehow become unclear, but silence is definite and unchanging. For me, I covet silence - silence from my own thoughts- is that even possible? Is true silence from everything even real?- if so that would be my awesome. You walk into the next class you have and realize a stranger is replacing your typical teacher for just today. You continue to your seat, relieved that you don’t have to deal with explaining to your usual teacher that the reason you didn’t do your homework is because your brother stuffed it down the garbage disposal (because that story is soooooo much better than just saying you didn’t do it). When class starts the substitute teacher begins it by saying you have a study hall today. The smile on your face intensifies because you have an extra day to do your unfinished homework, you can spend the entire period talking to your friends, or studying for the test you have next period that you neglected to study for the past week, therefore the next 45 minutes of your life will just be completely and totally awesome, because there is going to be zero stress for those 45 minutes. It's a moment where you have relieved any stress that has resided in your body for that day and just sit down, relax, and do what you want. Having the ability to control your actions and work on whatever, or talk to whomever, without being concerned whether your teacher will catch you and you will get in trouble, is one of the greatest abilities ever, because in study hall you can do whatever you want..... actually i shouldn’t say that because there are limitations...like injuring someone, i’m pretty sure you can’t do that in study hall....or anywhere else for that matter...but ya anyways, study halls = awesome. It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon. The fall leaves are in the height of their exquisiteness and you can’t bear to be contained indoors any longer. You quickly grab some necessities: a blanket, a book, and a cup of hot cider. Then you make yourself a lounge area out of two porch chairs. You’re facing what must be the most beautiful fall tree ever created. You pick up your book and are soon captivated by its compelling story. The autumn wind swirls yellow leaves through the yard, and the cider mug occasionally gives your slightly numb fingers just the right amount of warmth they need to keep turning the pages. One word: awesome. In life you have a choice between two paths. One is the path that everyone follows, and the other is the one less followed. Why be afraid to get lost? Take the path less followed and end up somewhere you’ve never been before. You might be lost, but you’re now in a place that others may not know about. Feeling lost within yourself helps you find yourself. You could walk aimlessly for miles, be lost within yourself, and find something or someone that could affect your life forever. Being lost in your own thoughts open up your mind to creative and endless ideas you thought you never had. All of these great ideas come from being lost. You may end up lost and alone, but you’ve succeeded the idea of being lost. Take the path less followed, feel lost within yourself, and dream. So, you have a best friend. Nice job! Usually, good friends are found/made because of similar traits or interests, right? For example, let’s say you both like this band. Or maybe you both are avid followers of that show. You know what I mean. And one day, you’re just talking with each other. Just another conversation about this, that, or whatever. Suddenly you hear something you never knew about them, something kind of a secret, that they really haven’t told many others. And just as suddenly, you can feel the awkward tension of their uncomfortableness; maybe whatever they hadn’t shared is some trait that makes people stop talking to them in the past. But, unbeknownst to them, you’re like that too! Maybe something embarrassing happened to them in the past, maybe they’re gay, maybe they secretly are involved in some fandom; whatever the case may be, they’re afraid to tell you but hey! Turns out, that happened to you too! “His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already: mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth but the words won't come out” After seeing those lyrics above, you may already know what I feel is awesome. The words that are in a rap song can ether be meaningful or not meaningful. When I make my raps, a lot of them are songs about my past, present, or heck, even future life sometimes. Rappers, well musicians in general, will always receive a little something called Hate. I am used to it though, that is why I am still rapping. Now this blog entry/post may not make sense, however that is ok, because a lot of rappers when they write lyrics/raps don’t make sense or it’s hard to follow along with. When I was 7 years old, I knew that there was one thing I wanted to do with my life...Rap. When I started rapping, I just rhymed words and made absolutely no sense what-so-ever...But, just recently I wrote a song titled “Nothing Like Us” and posted it on iTunes...People started to like my stuff and after that I was for sure going to stay with my gut and keep my dream so that it would actually come true...Rapping. Making music can be extremely, extremely stressful, but no matter what, if there is something that you really love doing, and you want to pursue it in your later life, then just Keep Holding On! So, to conclude I think rapping and writing lyrics is extremely awesome. It’s time to go to bed, your heavy eyes won't allow you to stay up. You have a busy stressful day approaching fastly towards you, but you are not sad, or your nightly adventure awaits. As you step over the boundary of reality and the dream world, its easy to forget what is real and what is not. You find yourself in strange places, doing strange things, with even stranger people. As you squint your eyes and wonder, “What is he doing in my dream?” Or sometimes when you forget your dreaming altogether, as you take of into your brilliant new land. As you chase dragons, become famous, or just ace that math test. As we enter into this twisting illusion, we never leave the comfort of our bed, only to wake up to a screaming alarm clock as we shut your eyes tightly pleading “take me back again.” It’s awesome to be alive. Even in sad moments when everything doesn’t seem all too well. That means your situation sucks, but it doesn’t mean that being alive does. Because things around you are uncontrollable you consequently think being alive is too. But it is quite the contrary. Being alive will always supercede anything you consider awesome. Similar to existentialism, one has to believe, that existence precedes essence. It will ALWAYS precede essence. Because nothing compares to this. To being alive. Never mind the little idiosyncrasies that come with being alive. All of that comes after the fact that we live and breathe this magnificent air. So put aside your petty problems and stop and think for a second, how rare and ineffably beautiful it is, to simply exist. One of the greatest, yet most simple things in life is reaching the last page of a book. It’s been weeks of reading, and reading, and reading, and now the end is finally near! What will the last sentence be? Something that ties everything together? Maybe it’s the missing piece to the puzzle. This final page makes or breaks the book. The last couple books I’ve read have all been busts. The endings were incredibly predictable and cheesy. This one will be different I can just feel it. What is going to happen?? I need to know NOW. The endless thoughts of what, who, where, and why are consuming my brain. I need to get to the last page. Picking up speed with every word I read I come closer and closer to the part of the book I’ve been longing for. This is it. The last page. The last three paragraphs of what has felt like a never ending story. I mumble the words aloud as I swiftly race to the last word of the final page. Oh. My. Gosh. I don’t think I’ve ever read anything like that before.This may very well be the best book I’ve ever read. A wave of relief washes over me.The fog has cleared up and everything makes sense. Well… I guess it’s time to start a new one. |
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