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Writer's Block: My Dream Job

What is your dream job? Do you think you'll ever have it?
<input ... ></input><input ... >I either want to be a journalist for the Independent and travel the world writing about every place I go and it's people or I want to be a ballet dancer for the Royal Swedish Ballet.
 

Writer's Block: Improving the Way We Eat

How could the way we eat improve in the future?
<input ... ></input><input ... >The ways don't really stop. First of all we don't need sugar and white flour. And people think "oh a little is ok!" but really, no it is not. People are so uneducated with the ways they feed their children. The food that a child eats is the foundation for the way they eat for the rest of their life just like everything else in their childhood builds a foundation for their whole life. I believe that children who are picky eaters aren't really picky it's just their parents give into them. If a parent says "this is what and all you're getting. Eat it or don't but you're not getting anything else" they are forced into eating what they have or they starve. Poor children don't look at their food and say "ew! I don't like lamb! Give me macaroni and cheese!". Think about it!
 

Writer's Block: Sleep on it

Did you ever say anything to someone in anger that you lived to regret? Did you apologize? If so, did it bring you closer?
<input ... ></input><input ... >     In fourth grade I had two friends that were my really close friends. We told each other all our secrets and all that jazz and then she started acting really clique and both me and my other friend were getting really tired of it. The three of us all slept in one tent on a field trip we were on in school and the friend that was acting really clique was the only one absent. The two of us that were still there started talking about how she was really getting on our nerves. Her dad happened to be the only one of our parents on the field trip. She and her dad had been standing outside the tent, listening to the whole thing. She slept in a different tent for the rest of the night. And every night for the rest of the camping trip. The next day her dad sat me down without the other girl and told me to say sorry. I was angry and I'm still angry about it. I shouldn't still be but I can't help it.
 

Sick

     I've been bed-ridden for four days! With a cold! I mean, come on! I never get sick with a cold for this long. Right when I'm getting really into dance I have to get Swine Flu, great. I need to move, to be active. Can anyone relate?

Writer's Block: Who's your BFF?

Who is your oldest friend (i.e., the friend you have known the longest)? How often do you see or talk to each other? Do your close friends tend to stay the same year after year or change over time?
    My friend was born two days after I was. Her older brother was around the same age as my sister and one day the two met while both of their mums went shopping. They hit it off right away. For their entire younger childhood they played together very often, and both their families became very close. Then, all of a sudden, both mothers were pregnant. For our entire early childhood we were connected at the hip.
     We both started growing up and she realized she was gay, gained weight, became home schooled, and grew more and more depressed while I started ballet, keeping busy, and making close friends at school. We're still very close and I consider her one of my closer friends but I find it harder and harder to be with her without saying something like "you really should start an extracuricular activity to get out of this God forsaken house!" But I don't. I've always been so ambitious, dreaming of dancing for the Swedish Opera Ballet or traveling the world as a trilingual reporter and I can't stand being with people who don't have a life whatsoever and aren't trying their very hardest to get one!
     It depends on wither they're my friends from school or they aren't at my school. If they don't go to my school I stay friends with them for a long time but if they go to my school I hang out with them sometimes and sometimes I hang out with someone else. I'm getting more friends at once, though.

Boring!

     I've been looking around for friends on this and I've noticed how boring the entries are! Can anybody write something about their opinion, or something? <input ... ><input ... >
 
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Hello and Eckhart Tolle

     Hi, my name is Mira. I'm new to this so bare with me while I fail. I don't know anyone on this and that's probably good because I'm really shy about my writing. I don't want to say too much about me because I'm a little young for this sort of thing, I know. I've always wanted to start a blog or something similar and this is close enough. I don't know what I'm supposed to write so I'm just going to write what I want to write.
     As I lay here in bed coughing and sneezing my heart out I've had more time to contemplate than I have since summer. I am so busy sometimes I wonder if everything is worth the exhaustion I feel. I'm not going to bore you with complaints and whining, though. I personally can't stand whining. It drives me nuts. As I was saying I've had more time to think about various things. For one I'm starting to read "The Power of Now" by Eckhart Tolle. My mum is a choir director at an Episcopal Church and she's always been very spiritual. She is interested in Non-Dualist teachings. She reads books by Adyashanti, Eckhart Tolle, and other teachers with confusing names. In the last two years I fear I have become slightly disrespectful and impatient with her. But as i lay here with too much time on my hands I have only just realized how wise she is. Wise, patient, loving, caring, and the best mum in the world. I can't believe I have only recently realized this. You know how when you're having a bad day and you just get carried away with being grumpy and impatient with your friends and they just get tired of it (who wouldn't?) and, before you know it, you're friendless? I have been five times as impatient with her than any of my friends and she has stayed my best friend through it all. I'm amazed by her selfless devotion. But I'm not here to talk about my mum. I'm here to talk about this new book I'm reading.
     In case you don't know who Eckhart Tolle is,  I shall give a very brief background on him. Eckhart was born in Germany for the first thirteen years of his life, then he spent some time is Spain and from there went to the University of London. He constantly suffered from depression and he was often suicidal. He spent many nights in complete misery and then one night he felt more miserable than ever before.
     "I can't live with myself any longer." he thought. Then he looked at his thought and wondered "Am I one or two? If I cannot live with myself, there must be two of me: the 'I' and the 'self' that 'I' cannot live with. Maybe only one of them is real." Suddenly his mind stopped and was drawn into a vortex of light. He couldn't remember anything after that until he awoke, and he realized the beauty of the simplest bird's song. He had been awakened. I always wonder if he's always so peaceful. Does he ever get into arguments? Does he ever cry? Do you think he ever has unhappy moments? Because, even if you can stop your mind, physical things still happen. What if a loved one dies? Is he still peaceful and listening to the beautiful chirping of the bird?<input ... ><input ... >
 
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