Where's the Fun in Forever?

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Link: Where's the Fun in Forever-Miguel

Did you listen to the lyrics carefully? Did you hear the meaning in his words? Just let them sink in.

My senior year is getting closer and closer everyday. Planning for post-high school is becoming a daily task. It seems like everything I do has something to do with college; whether athletically or academically. Soon I'll be applying to colleges, taking the SAT multiple times, taking more college visits, talking to recruiters, and shaping myself into a college student-athlete. My future is approaching. And so is the end of all innocence. Tomorrow is another day I am to be maturer and more aware of the world and its problem. Tomorrow is another day that I must let go of some childish things and grow closer to the adult world. But as Miguel repeatedly inquired, where is the fun in that? Where is the joy in constantly knowing that soon this fun will end and we won't get to be as free even in a life of ultimate freedom? I am anxious for the future. Indeed I am. But I become saddened at times by the fact that the world I am being prepared for is so serious and heartless and selfish. High school has its moments of brutality but I've grown with these kids and have gotten to know these kids. We've been through a lot together. And at this time next year, we will be going in separate directions and taking different paths and becoming citizens of the real world in numerous ways. But what's so great about forever? You nor I will ever see it. Right? It never...ends. There are ends to all beginnings, right? So why is forever so important? It's like the number of licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop. The world may never know.

Growing Up

Today I got to enjoy the company of some very energetic 2nd & 3rd graders at their annual sock hop. I've become an NHS favorite when it comes to this dance and I definitely have a good time. I like to be around all of the fun they have at their age. So pure, so innocent, so simple. My peers don't really have a chance to have fun like that anymore. Everything changes when you become a teenager. We all know that. Our innocence fades away with each year in our first tastes of freedom. When we're in the 2nd and 3rd grade, we find a job that looks like "fun" and immediately state the common phrase "I wanna be a ____ when I grow up!", never once thinking that it won't turn out that way. As a little kid, your vision of the future only goes so far. But as we grow, experience and learn, our eyes see a lot more to work with when thinking of the future.

So I wonder....when will we be finished growing up? Is there like a certificate or phone notification I'll get years from now saying something like "Congratulations! You've completed __ years of life and are now considered 'Grown'. Way to grow up Chambria!"? Hmmm....doubt it. Yeah, every age after 18 is looked at as an adult age but no one stops growing. Everyone grows in some way. Hopefully in the positive direction of up but growth still. Teachers will always teach and students will always learn. We all are both so growth within ourselves and others is unavoidable. Those are one of the few things that humans are guaranteed to do: teach and learn: whether with purpose or accidentally. It just always happens. In billions of ways, methods, forms, situations, experiences, etc. Growth is indeed inevitable. So when I grow up, I want to be a growing, living, loving, learning, and laughing Chambria.

Woww

Hey there Monday!

Monday is often misunderstood as a super sluggish day that begins a week of not so exciting things like school or work. But I see Monday as a day of new beginnings. Too deep? Well a lot can happen on a Monday to make it lose it's reputation of being "bleh". You could find a dollar in the school parking lot. You could get offered candy and delicious marshmallow birds. You could see the quietest confrontation unfold before your eyes. You could hug someone and feel great about it. You could do so much on a Monday to set your week off right. It seems every day of the week has its own feeling. Except Tuesday. No one ever says "It feels like a Tuesday." Many say "Ah man. It's only Tuesday" but never the former.

Mondays are great days. So stop bad mouthing them. They deserve love just like that hotshot Friday. No, Monday doesn't have a catchy song by Rebecca Black but it is necessary for Friday to happen. Monday is to Friday what Beyonce is to Kelly Rowland....even though everybody likes Beyonce so much more but you get my point. One didn't/can't happen without the other. So buckle down and get ya Monday on! You only get one a week. Do something with it. 

Freedom

Life is valuable. I feel we won't know to what measure until it is almost taken. That doesn't necessarily mean your physical life. Our spiritual, emotional, and mental lives are equally valuable if not more sometimes. Well....I'll just stick to equal. But if you can't believe, feel, or think, why live? That's what "they" say living is right? That's why there's Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Vine, Google+ and even this blogging site; so we can do all those things in front of hundreds, thousands, even millions. We as humans need to know we have the freedom to express what ever we want exactly how we want. Why? Well why is not a useful question. (And I've actually figured out the logic behind this statement. "Why?" only leads to "Because..." which leads to another "Why?" and soon becoming an endless cycle. So it kinda makes sense)

Who cares about the 30 year old who just opened up his own print shop and can't wait to post photos of his products on Instagram? 

Who cares about the 21 year old college student who is tweeting about eating Menchies while out with her new friends she met in freshman English? 

Who cares about the 17 year old high school student posting about how she is still battling her emotions and desperately searching for herself in places not so easy to see?

Doesn't matter who cares. They all have the freedom to let anyone know about whatever it is because society has almost made it a requirement.  No one person can deny freedom of another to the complete and full extent. If using social media or not, we all have a freedom, that freedom, some freedom, the freedom to just be.

Woww

So I'm here now...

I have always thought of blogs as something cat ladies write/read and nerdy scholars with aspirations to be marine biologist find interesting. But I suppose this is kinda cool. A place to vent the never ending frustrations of my life. A place to share my thoughts and feelings and no one can tell me not to. A place to be angry, sad, happy, disappointed, excited, hungry, annoying, and questioning. Sounds like a social media site. But this is different. How? Not sure yet but you can find out with me if you'd like.

Woww