I could live on a private island.... out in the middle of no where... where I could think amoungst myself and not have a parent, teacher, sibling, or peer bug me... where I could write away the years and build myself a castle that people would kill for.
How my day dreams take me to places I wish I could only be... but I think again... could I handle being all by my lonesome for weeks on end, or even years? No... I strive to talk to someone or else all fails to meet the hoof beat.
I posted a blog just meer minutes ago... but this one is a different subject. As I've got a project due in Teen Skills class that is about having us think about reality.
What is reality? In a sense, no one can truly say reality is as real as you and I as who knows if we are even living the real world... what if we were all dreaming about everything that has ever happened? What if you just woke up one day and you looked like somebody else, you weren't the same age, and everything was different... and you realized that what you thought was reality, was really a dream... wouldn't that be up most creepy and frightening? I sure know it would be to me!
While we are chit-chatting about all this stuff... let me tell a little story.
One day while I was out in the front yard swimming through the crystal clear waters of beautiful Mars Mystery Ocean, I saw a young boy, of about five years old, laughing, squealing, and having a blast. The look on his face was one I'll never forget; his turquoise blue eyes were sparkling like the sun's rays and lighting up like a jack-o-lantern, while his smile grew wider each stroke he took in the water, and his facial expression was of someone who just found the love of their life, a wave rolled in gently as water splashed upon his face, he giggled loudly. With his adorable blonde Texel like curls and his bronze tan, he sure was a little boy that struck an image in your head like a lightning strike.
Happiness can only be judged upon one's self. I would of never knew that that little boy was as awe struck about spending his time in the waves, until I saw the expression on his face. Body Language is vital!
Now I must conclude this post... shall the post teleport its self to the moon and live happily ever after.
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