Um it's really rough draft of an essay that came to me on my ride back from CC. Feel free to critique and spellcheck. Thank you in advance. :]
The soul of a complex mind. Complexity is my personality, my ways. My mind wonders to places I do not know about. Touching senses I've never really encountered.
To me even the small things like cracks on the sidewalk have a significant value, and can be traced to a fond or not so fond memory. For example '(train stop)' is a stop I hate. I hated it with many reasons. I hated I had to wake up cranky as can be to place I hated even more, my high school. A place that I hated. General hatred for everything and myself. It brung the negative aspects through the many of the hardest transitions of my life. But then there's other stops like (train stop) where I remember sharing so much laughter with my friends and how time would fly by with strangers from every part of the world dressed edgy, relaxed and professional just to name a few. We, peacefully cohabitating, became a melting pot capital of the United States.
A sense that seems to always touch me as well is the transitioning from who I am to who I am now. It baffles me how to no end because I was just a below-par student, with no ambitions no wants for anything. I've must have instilled disappointments to many people, especially my mother and teachers. They saw the great potential I've never seen in myself, my negative surroundings gave me no energy to even attempt to want to grow. Although these occurrences' are from the past they make me reflect like those train stops on the trains. You can either let life be negative and let ideas of pessimism and the ambiance of bad thoughts come into your life or make the decision to have fun, improve your life and overall the state of mind. While my mind may be complex, I've chosen to decipher it's complexity with ideas of hope and ambition.
The soul of a complex mind. Complexity is my personality, my ways. My mind wonders to places I do not know about. Touching senses I've never really encountered.
To me even the small things like cracks on the sidewalk have a significant value, and can be traced to a fond or not so fond memory. For example '(train stop)' is a stop I hate. I hated it with many reasons. I hated I had to wake up cranky as can be to place I hated even more, my high school. A place that I hated. General hatred for everything and myself. It brung the negative aspects through the many of the hardest transitions of my life. But then there's other stops like (train stop) where I remember sharing so much laughter with my friends and how time would fly by with strangers from every part of the world dressed edgy, relaxed and professional just to name a few. We, peacefully cohabitating, became a melting pot capital of the United States.
A sense that seems to always touch me as well is the transitioning from who I am to who I am now. It baffles me how to no end because I was just a below-par student, with no ambitions no wants for anything. I've must have instilled disappointments to many people, especially my mother and teachers. They saw the great potential I've never seen in myself, my negative surroundings gave me no energy to even attempt to want to grow. Although these occurrences' are from the past they make me reflect like those train stops on the trains. You can either let life be negative and let ideas of pessimism and the ambiance of bad thoughts come into your life or make the decision to have fun, improve your life and overall the state of mind. While my mind may be complex, I've chosen to decipher it's complexity with ideas of hope and ambition.