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Since I technically started yesterday, I have two posts today >.<

Day 2, Cause and Effect

I hear the splash of something falling into the water. The sound comes from far away, echoing off the walls in the canyon. Some of the echoes are strange and surreal, alien sounding as the reverberate off different surfaces. I stand in awe of the differences between all the echoes. Almost forgetting what I am doing here. Soon I regain my composure and go looking for the source of this odd sound effect. Farther up the canyon than I had anticipated on going. I would ignore it but I am looking for something and this may prove to be helpful. Deeper into the crags and rocks I climb, how could such a noise travel so far. Soon I come across the source of this strange sound, a boy throwing pebbles into the deep waters of the river. He just stands there now, staring down at the ripples the pebble has made. I join him in looking, these ripples are different, odd in shape and don't make much sense. Instead of being bigger where the pebble was dropped they are smaller, and I soon realize this is what I am looking for.

Day 4, Childhood Memories

Things that should be carefree and happy. Things remembered from long ago. And yet, when I look back on them hardly anything is there. What is there is hardly happy and carefree. It seems like it should fit into some kind of horror movie with a low budget and a horrible director. Nothing was happy, nothing bright and cheery. So full of worry and sadness. The only good that seems to be there is an understanding that does not fit a child's mind. An understanding that this is how life is, how it always will be. This world isn't full of happiness and carefree days like childhood memories dictate. This world is full of sadness and disappointment. I wish I could say that childhood memories were how the world is, that just isn't true. The memories, though, that most people have, that is how the world should be. It should be happy, carefree, honest, and full of the fairness we were taught.

Day 6, Mayhem

People running too and fro, only one day a year are they this frantic. So easily turning violent to get what they want. Grabbing running, yelling, everything is flying off shelves and into over-packed carts. Things are being stolen from others and others are being attacked for what they have. People have been stabbed and shot and even killed over the stupidest things, and yet every year it happens again even worse. Each year, I sit on the sidelines and laugh. I laugh because these people are being tricked into things they would never normally do. They are being tricked into buying things they don't have the money to get. They are being tricked because, no matter what they go through this day, it won't be good enough for the ones who receive the gifts. And yet this tradition lives on getting worse and worse every year. There are many solutions to this problem but most are just too lazy to solve it, and I laugh. If only this chaos had a happy ending, the rest of the year would be much better. But as chaos, it never will.

(Very late entry I know. My life is very hectic at the moment making writing on a daily basis difficult.)

Day 8, First Romance

A kiss, a touch, the first time anything was felt deep within your gut. Your stomach churns almost to the point of pain, and even then it is so much pleasure. Your heart burns like a raging wildfire and has gone too far out of control for it to ever be put out. Everything in the world revolves around one thing, nothing else matters anymore now matter how important it used to be. These are the first feelings of love. An unending passion swarms within your head as if you are drunk. You feel light as a feather and as if you could fly away from this world, yet you won't at least not alone. Never have you felt like this before, not to this extent not all of it at once. This is the beginning of love. Sad as it is, this does not last long. And no time after will it ever be the same. A first romance is something unforgettable, not if it truly means something, not if that is truly how you feel. It is something that cannot be replicated or replaced. Very rarely it is your last so make it count, make it mean something.

(Fully caught up finally)

Day 10, Disillusionment

In my mind there used to be a completely different world than the one you know. It was full of creatures and enchantments and magic. Let us enter this world and get a peek at what it was and what people lived there. Inside this world I was not myself but a warped and evil creature. My lower legs had elongated and bent to form paws. My nails and teeth lengthened and shortened into vicious weapons. Twin ethereal blue serpents protruded from my back to suck the life out of anyone I wished. A third serpent came from my heart as a more lethal weapon, though this one was purple. A third eye appeared upon my forehead, deep purple instead of my blue. In this world, that is what I was a deformed monster designed to kill. Everyone had these inner beings, these “True Selves” as I called them. But most were unable to know them or release them. This world was stained with blood, the sky had turned orange and both the sun and moon were the color of blood. There was nowhere safe for those who were weak, no where to run when you were scared. Then, after living with this world for years, I met someone who saved me. This someone pulled me from this world into the real world, where it was safe. I no longer had to run and hide, I no longer had to fight to survive. It took me a while to get used to this world, to not keep imagining that one and thinking it was real. I was finally safe and finally able to live.

(Obviously this isn't really me but I do find what I made interesting)

Day 12, Different Ways of Thinking

All throughout history, all around the world, our ways of thinking have changed. At one point the world was flat and the universe revolved around us, anyone who thought differently was an idiot. Now if anyone thought that, they would be the idiot because we know that the world is round and our solar system revolves around the sun. So many things have changed and so many things still will change. Even across our own planet people's views change. In some countries women are to show no skin, in ours it is perfectly normal. In others being too short can mean you can never get a successful job and you can actually be disqualified based on your height. Here your height doesn't matter. And who knows what our ways of thinking could be way out there and something that we would never have thought today. Where this will go no one knows.

(Late but I was really sick yesterday, still am but today I'm at least able to write.)

Day 14, Gratitude

A long time has passed since my work began. Day in and day out I work without fail, whether I want to or not. Even when I'm sick and exhausted I work, but that's just how life is. My only goal is to get done, my only focus is on my work. Both things seem hopeless as more and more is constantly piled on me and there is no end in sight. What I have gotten done is never noticed, no matter how hard I work or how well it is done. Even perfection is not enough to be noticed, but I keep going no matter what. The work gets harder and harder as I go, constantly becoming more complicated and exhausting. But that is just life, it's how it should be. Working whether or not you get the recognition that is what I was taught and that is what I will do. Their gratitude doesn't really matter as long as you know what you are going is everything you can. Some day it will pay off, some day you will receive the gratitude you deserve. Sometimes, though, it isn't always from the people who should tell you but it will always come to you. There is always someone grateful for the great things you do, even when you don't see or hear them. And I will always work hard for them, those who are grateful that I will never hear or see.