Farewell To "Mr.Quinny"

An inspiring teacher, a role model, and a friend. Someone I looked up to in all aspects of life, whether it would be writing, photography, school, or just simple questions. Mr.Norton was an amazing writer, but never vain. Always helping people, and doing his best, he was a caring person all around. He spent the majority of his days teacher others and helping them along the way. Between his personality and sense of humor, what was there not to like about Mr.Norton? I hope the best for his family and friends, but am overly glad that he lived his last night with friends and family having a great time. He always found the bright side of a situation, and I am sure he is doing that now. Sure, he hasn't missed a day on his blog since 2008, but I am positive he is up there, still taking pictures with his Nikon, and still posting his stories beside them. The way he wrote about his dad makes me believe he is happier than ever with him now. I wish the best to Elenka and Justin, to his family and friends, and I couldn't thank him enough for all that he has done for me. Mr.Norton had been an overwhelming inspiration in my life, a man who I should never forget, and who should help me now as much as ever. Thank you, for all that you have done, for you should be greatly missed by so many.

A Brainwashed Youth

We are a brainwashed youth

Fixated on our computers screens and phones

We are lost,

Humanity, we can’t see

We have become so self-interested

We blame society; We are society

We loose touch of who we are, what’s around us

We can see, but we are blind

Hide, cower, behind our screens we have “power”

What happened to our self worth?

We don’t want to take the time and talk,

We rather type, or send a word

Our whole world is out of context

People on the streets, on their phones

They stop to make a phone call

They don’t see whats around them

Perfect Strangers

Perfect strangers passing one another on the street, cold and rainy, a glint smile appears on each others faces. Perfect strangers smile at each other. I challenge myself to smile at whoever I see, and I hope they do the same. Either we notice the happy people around us, or the sad people. What if we notice both?

A dragging umbrella, tearing little by little on the worn out side walk we travel.  Traffic goes on and we wait to cross. I smile at the person across from me and they smile back. Rumbling of trains above us as we are out of the rain for a few moments. Walking these busy streets make me wonder if they are ever silent. Is there every no one, on there way to somewhere? 

I try to ignore all negative energy that comes upon me, but it doesn’t always work as planned. For me, I put out the far most positive energy I can, when I can. I will see the most beautiful thing, but my thoughts ruin it all. Glimpses of life cross my mind, reality hits me at the uttermost moments, and the positive attitude that I once had vanishes to who knows where, but it comes back when I forget about everything. 

Music, so many people say that when they listen to music they forget about everything, but with me it’s the opposite. Every thought in my vivid mind comes back. I don’t ever think about the positive things, makes me wonder why I try and make everyone else think of the positive when I can’t. 

I can’t listen to music with headphones in for too long, because if I do, I start to freak out, I think I am missing everything that is around me, that I am not aware of what is happening. Sunglasses fall into the category as well, it is like I am telling myself that I can’t see anything, that I won’t be able to see the world as it really is. Theres a fine line, either I want to know everything that is happening, or I don’t want to know anything at all

{Where Do You Stand}

Here I stand, writing to all who read this, waiting for one day, to have it be clear; what I am here for. To lend? To thrive? To be brave in attempt? Where do I stand? Clearing my pathway as I travel on...I am not one, to know where I belong. I can continue in analytical hours to seek closure of who I am. Or I may find myself in time to come. Overwhelming me with these careers I indulge myself into; aviation, philosophy, medical, law...here I am vigorous and communicative, thinking as if my future was already here. I like to know what is to come, to not be confounded or in conflict of what will happen. To be in control of myself is significant. I like to know where I stand all along in this journey, though losing myself along the way, is just another obstacle I must regain. 

Silence, It Is So Loud

Silence. Night time silence. This silence is so loud, but peaceful. Crickets and street lights, the tinged orange glows reflecting from the cold and bitter pavement. Flowers, frozen from the stem out, and Winter is creeping before us. A car passes...breaking natures music. Infinite stars illuminate the sky, constellations telling their stories. A car passes. Buildings and grass, once not here, but now they stand still. Crossing street sign, a stop sign, telephone poles, a beeping car in the distance. What was it like before all of this. Before the houses, before the road signs and street lights? What was there to break the natures loud silence? A gust of wind and newly fallen leaves drift from one place to another. It changes once more. Where are the animals on this night? From the frogs to bears, tiny insects, to the fish in the pond. Where goes all of this nature now that we have become upon it? A car passes. I hear it in the distance, fading, a distant sound, continuing, continuing, a memory of a car once passed. Natures silence. Here comes another, faintly, about to once again obstruct this very loud silence, fading. Dew, settling onto the grass. When morning comes this will all be a memory, of which reoccurs. I could vanish into the night time. 

Slowly, But Surely; 9-11

Slowly, we mature. Slowly we learn from our mistakes. Everything we do makes us a bigger and stronger person. It doesn’t depend on “which road you choose,” but what we do at the end of the road. Don’t make it define who you are, but make who you are, stronger then you once were. We shape who we are step by step, decision by decision. They places we go, and the people we meet will always have an impact on us. A wise fortune cookie once said...”Don’t be afraid of the world ending, because it’s already tomorrow in Australia.” And this is true, to be scared everyday of what might happen, means you can’t see what is happening, and that should scare you more than anything, to not know what is happening around you. 

9-11-2001, a tragic and historic event that changed almost everyones lives. To think that you could be sitting in your room, everything the same, and a flash of fear had rushed through you, still shocked at what had happened just before. Confusion, scared, worried, lost. (Even though this had happened, you can’t live in fear everyday of what might happen, not to say the least you can’t be scared, but let yourself live, and when it eventually comes, which hopefully it won’t, worry then.) Thirteen years ago today, hundreds of thousands of people had died, died saving others, died in a fire, jumping, or even on the plan itself. A tragedy, honestly one of the worst things that has happened to us. Put aside the worries about 9-11 this year, and respect the firemen, and the policemen, and everyone who had died trying to save someone who had been suffering, or even if they had not died, the respect I have towards them is outstanding. The people on the streets, they didn’t know what was happening, having to run from the dust of the buildings falling down.  My parents had gone to New York while they were they were in the midst of the new building. The tour guide had said, that day he didn’t want to go into work, so his friend had gone in for him, he has thought for thirteen years since, that it was his fault he died. He was a fireman. Not returning to work after. But can you blame him? Or any of the other firemen or police men, people on the streets, lives changed forever watching these people jump out of buildings. In a documentary, of 9-11 I had seen today, live film, a fireman had stood there, watched a person jump from the building, and he became angry, he did not break or cry, he was angry. What if you were faced with the decision of burning to your death, or jumping. What a hard decision. Everyone across America, lives changed forever. People devastated in the loss of their family members. 

A simple orange room.

A simple orange room, with so many ghostly footprints, memories still passing through. Who knows everything that has ever happened in this room. A spare bedroom with no insight to what it was before hand. Everywhere you go. Walking down the street, you don't know who had walked before you. Outlets upon the wall, of which were plugged into the wall? A chair for who has sittin before? Simply a rocking horse, laughter, falls, we will never definitely know. Sometimes don't you like knowing that there is a past, a mystery of all these things, of the world. No one knows for sure what happened. You can't go about your life not learning something new everyday. This simple orange room, a chair, a horse, and a rug, and you will never know who has been here, at there, or looked through the window. Years from now no one will know that I had once sat here, looked there, and they will wonder. A simple orange room. Or a footprint in the sand, dissapearing memories and thoughts of who had once walked before you.