Inspired Writings

So...HI! I was cleaning out my room today because, well, we are moving to another house, and I'm also going back to college in April. When I was cleaning out my room and putting things into boxes, I came across a few One Direction posters and a calender and plenty of other things that brought back the worst nostalgia I've ever had while going through old things. And by worst, I mean it was sad. It's happened once before, where I felt this sad nostalgia, and that was after I had graduated. Everything that I had done these past two years in Utah and everything I accomplished was made known to me. It all came to my memory in just this big rush. I can't tell you how sad, or even depressed it makes me. I know I shouldn't dwell too much on past endeavors or whatever but just knowing that those memories are still in my head and can't be taken away gives me the greatest joy I've felt in a long while. It's amazing how a simple song, a word, a smell, can bring ...

I love to watch birds the moment when they, one by one, lift off the ground and take flight for migration; it's such a wonderful sight. And then a more wonderful sight is when they actually are up in the air and you can see the pattern in which they turn and move into the direction they're supposed to go. It makes me think how much we, as humans, are just like those birds. Why do geese fly together? We are just birds in a large flock of other birds, trying to find our place in this typical adventure. And we are taught that our place is right among the other birds, flying with them, and staying on the path to our destination. We leave on new journeys and sometimes we want to embark the new world on our own. We think we are capable of handling it because we are grown and we can do it. That's our fault. I've just turned 19 about a couple of weeks ago, and in some ways, I'm like the bird who wants to fly alone. But mostly, I'm like the bird who wants to stay wit...

There is often a kind of silence that we try to keep to ourselves in our day to day lives. That silence lies within the deepest parts of our hearts; Not the warmest, but the coldest. This is the part of our heart that is caged and surrounded by darkness. We all have some kind of darkness or weakness or something that aches in our souls. And ya know what's crazy? It's different for everyone. Hi. Again, this is Alicia, or Ali for short. I'm not going to reveal some big portion of my past because that isn't what I'm trying to accomplish here. What I want to accomplish today is for people to get at least ONE perspective. It doesn't matter what you get from this blog post, but let's hope it's for the right reasons. I put a lot of time and effort in gathering my thoughts together for this. Going back to our darkest part of our hearts, why do we have a darkness, a secret, or a regret? Obviously we have felt inadequate at some point in our lives, or have bee...

I'm going to talk about something that I know is important and this topic is based off a song I was listening to not too long ago. In the musical, (or now a movie)  Hairspray , there is a song called "I know Where I've been," and when I first heard that song, I didn't really pay attention to the lyrics of it; I payed attention to what they were actually doing. What is happening at this point in the story is Motormouth Maybelle, a black mother and tv show host for the "Negro" version of The Corny Collins Show, sings about the constant struggle she has to go through being black in the 50's as a group of Negroes march down the city to protest their oppression. But thinking over it, I realize that this has nothing to with her just being black, but this has everything to do with standing up for what you believe in. Let's dissect the lyrics a bit. There's a cry in the distance; It's a voice that comes from deep within. We all have a spirit ...

When writing a story, I realize that writing every day really helps. I should probably take my own advice for writing with this blog because I do not, in fact, right in my blog everyday. But as far as writing a story, I'm going to show how writing every day is one of the ways to at least, ya know, finish it. I have about 6 or 7 pending stories that I still haven't finished and why? Because I lose motivation...because I don't write everyday. If one isn't actively engaged in their story everyday, how can one expect to finish it? When you write everyday, at least when I have, I have a new perspective on the part of the story I'm at. For example, if the story took place in cave when I left it, it was because I was probably feeling dark and moody that day, and then when I started writing again, and it took place finding light outside the cave, it was probably because I was feeling happy or free. Either way, you have another perspective from a new day then you did before...