Here Comes A Thought

           Nobody exists for a reason; nobody is born for a sole purpose in my opinion. We are just here for one moment of the world’s history and gone the next.  We have no way of accurately knowing what happens next, but we can try to control what happens with the always changing amount of time we have left here.  It’s what makes us feel safe and powerful in a world where we came stumbling in blind and innocent. We don’t already know how to walk, or speak, or even eat, we have to learn. Just like breathing it’s something you do from the moment you’re born till the day you die. Within the average lifespan of a human, in our time, there is so much potential in every single waking moment to either destroy or create, and it’s all your choice.  If you choose to destroy then there’s no one in your way if you decide to, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any consequences for your actions. And, vice versa, if you choose to create nobody but you  can stop you, just yourself.  The difference is there are no bad consequences from creating, only side effects. This paper is about my experience in life and my urge to persuade you, if you do not want to hear it then I am not stopping you if you do not wish to. If that is your desire then stop right now read no more, I’m not making you. However do you so choose to continue then it is in my best efforts to guide your opinion to align to my vision and saying. Don’t stop creating.

                  I was born a little past 12:00 am a cold December morning on the 17th in the year of 2000. I have no knowledge of when it will end or how. If I so choose I could even stop it right now, then I wouldn’t have to write this paper, or get out of bed every day, or have to deal with the daily challenges ahead of me, but there’s one thing I constantly think about; “What are the possibilities ahead if I choose to live another day?” This mindset has helped me through many hard points in my life. met me in real life know that one thing about me is I almost never stop drawing or daydreaming. Sure,  I have more important things to do and I often have my head in the clouds but I’m creating, and becoming more powerful with every stroke of my pencil; not physically, but mentally.

                   By every imaginary land I run off to while my math teacher bombards us with questions about numbers, shapes and variables, I have just gained another opportunity to do something amazing. Even as the words pour like an endless stream of focus from my hands and to the keyboard, while my finger dance across the worn, smooth,  black, surface of each key to place these words onto this paper  I am doing something. By looking at the black markings spaced and scrawled across this page I’ve put some sort of thought into your mind and by reading this far I, hopefully, have captured your attention. I have literally manipulated you into thinking and doing something just by pressing keys. What a great power creating is.

                There is a harsh reality to the world however; and, in the fifteen years of my adolescent life I’ve witnessed it time and time again; like a bandit or a thief, constantly taking power from you, the power to create. And you’ve done it too, whether you meant to or not. Every time someone created something, taking time out of their ever-diminishing life span, and showed you or someone else you had a choice. You could encourage them, and there would be endless possibilities as to what they do next. Maybe you said the magic words to encourage them for the rest of their life, encouraging them to create something that could change the world, or maybe you just made them feel better, but you never lost anything from saying a few words of encouragement. However, you say something negative, you’ll never gain anything from that. A common mistake among everyone is to accidentally discourage someone and diminish  that possibility of greatness.

                       Most commonly I’ve found discouragement from creativity at school.  Adults  always tell students to be themselves,  to create and to do what’s right, even if everyone disagrees. Then, when you show them that, you are willing to go against what they teach, to do what you think is right, they slap your wrists, and tell you that’s bad. Because once the  system realizes students know that they can’t control you they are fearful, of what you might do. Their fear is valid, but they go about it wrong. Everyone  needs to be encouraged to create in different ways that they can accept. Now, I’m not saying teachers are evil, or even the school board for that matter. The teachers, I think they want us to be free thinkers, but their hands are tied. Out of us, they know most of all.  They see it every day and they watch kids go to school with life in their eyes and they see it slowly get drained out of students as they get older.  It’s haunting, but there’s nothing they can do about it.  People became teachers with the hopes of trying to change lives and inspire and to teach kids, but after signing up that’s when they realize the gruesome truth about the situation; there’s only so much they can do. Teachers want you to create, they want you to succeed, but there’s a narrow margin of allowable change. If they try to change you too much, they lose the job they need to support themselves and their families.  What they were passionate about eroded and their life ruined because the system wouldn’t allow them the freedom to let students create… because they are mere pawns in the fear based way they educate. I respect teachers as much as I would a war hero, because at this point that’s what they are.

                      Now, with my personal story, last year I endured severe emotional trauma and stress from the sudden change of schooling. I wasn’t used to it ; as a result, within the first few months of school I dropped 20 pounds, developed severe anxiety, and almost a constant shake or stutter. For the longest time, and probably the first time in a long time, I had no idea where I was going, I felt I had been knocked off my feet and I was blind, but there was one thing I kept doing, I kept creating. I kept journals and would write or draw in them, describing the misty, pale, mornings of the suburbs I live in. Telling how they made the sky look like an unfinished drawing at the tree line of far off pines, stretching to the sky like a small child, yearning to be picked up by a relative. I’d write about the things that happened, and what I felt, never daring to show a single word to anyone but myself. The cascades of graphite that collided against parchment, forming lines and shapes until I had made an image recognizable, drawing my favorite characters; precious dreams from my unconscious being, where I fondly remember rough and unclear transitions from one scene to the next as I stumble around doing as I please. Dreams with pitch black skies and bright, piercing, neon, light to almost juice like colored soft pink blankness from city lights, and whatever I could see or think of.

                    Then, one early June morning I woke up and didn’t have to get dressed anymore for school or go anywhere or do anything. I could just relax and sort my mind out, which is what I did. Looking back, sometimes I think I may have wasted my summer, but those three short months made all the difference. I indulged myself with countless hours spent in front of my computer screen gliding my pen across the silky surface of my tablet in Sai Paint, making drawing, after drawing, after drawing. I spent hours posting short, fictional stories about what happened after the plot in my favorite game, extending its lessons and beauty further for prolonged enjoyment to my blog as my gratuitous followers waited eagerly for the next word, next chapter and enjoying what I had to offer. And my favorite activity of all, reclining on my comfortable mattress making up short stories or adding on to longer ones in my head like a movie till my mind drifted off into dream stasis. So many hours and days slept away as I frolicked about in an imaginary world entirely fabricated by my subconscious thoughts and fueling my imagination.

                   Slowly, but surely, I started to feel better.  I started to get in the right mind and also, by doing so, I made hundreds of online and real life friends. I took my potential and, in an effort to vent frustration and emotional stress, I created something. Sure, I’ll forget about it in a few years or so, but for one person I’ve changed their life forever, for better or worse I’m not sure but definitely changed forever.

So this is my advice, take time to find a “way to create” that you’re passionate about. You don’t have to be necessarily good, but you have to enjoy doing it. And keep at it, keep creating.  Take all those fond memories and put them to use as an experience that will change someone. Encourage others, many say in this world, “ It’s kill or be killed,” but don’t kill and don’t be killed. You may think that I’m brave and wise for saying all this, but the truth is, even as I wrote these words with such confidence and grace, I was trembling and my hands were clumsily shaking the entire time. But that’s okay; I don’t have to be perfectly determined about what I’m doing, as long as I don’t regret it. Never regret creating, even if it may seem silly. You can go ahead and hide it from others and keep it for yourself. To know that you’ve grown over time, or to rework old ideas into new ones.  But do me a favor and don’t stop. Keep creating. Who knows, maybe something you make will change the entire world.  You can do it.

Heide Presson <hpresson@comcast.net>

6:27 PM (40 minutes ago)

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  1. Marion

    Amazing! Someone is a very talented writer.

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