Weblog by Heather Keys
I didn’t get in..
After reading those words, I drove. Barely being able to see through the pools in my eyes, I drove. Sadness, anger, disappointment, disbelief, shame, failure; they all polluted my mind. I found myself staring into the ocean of Santa Cruz. Contemplating what ifs and repeatedly asking Him, “Why?” I sat in despair. Minutes, to what seemed like hours, passed, I calmed and listened to the white noise of mother nature… The waves shushing my every cry. The wind brushing my back… The sand cradling my heavy soul.
She told me everything is going to be okay…
sitting next to me. talking to me. making me feel visible.
I know I don’t say much but, thanks.
I admit it.
I live in a Fable. A Fairy tale.
The world is scary.
We all know it.
People have flaws. Fears.
If everyone started to think realistically,
just think of how depressing and unstimulating the world would be.
That’s why I choose fable.
It makes things easier.
How I hate that word. “Stuck-up.”
That dense compound word which has an
uncertain meaning to most only conjures more heat in my veins.
It’s existence is only meant to bring evil.
The person’s exclamation is just as worse
as the person being claimed.
Based on mere premises from afar
and dialogues transferred behind ones eyes.
It easy to demote one’s name,
but in doing so, I look down on you.
Now you wouldn’t want that now, would you?
Who knows, maybe you do.
Just so you can use that ill-fated word,
to bring me down to your level
but only in a fool’s eye will you conquer me.
Because in my eyes,
I look at you with pity.
Not because I’m better than you,
not because I’m stronger, no, smarter than you.
but because I know that from my height.
You are as insignificant as a pebble along my path.
An ordinary leaf that is looked over by a radiant flower.
A puddle of water that is constantly stepped though.
To me, you are nothing.
Rethink your strategy before you start.
Until then - nothing.
You ask me why?
I say because I can.
You say I can’t.
I say I will.
All the more reason to prove you wrong.
If you respect me, I’ll respect you.
If you don’t, I’ll respect you. Unconditionally.
Impossible is only for those who give up.
We humans are liable to our own nature.
and in that nature, comes the human tendency of.. whatever.
First of all, humans are unique beings aren’t they?
The way we connect and the mindset of even the simplest minds
can alter the way people interact.
The significance of the way you say hello or don’t.
Shy he says.
They say “stuck up.”
It’s partly unfair, but do I care?
I say, I know what I believe.
To judge before words are even spoken
now thats unfair.
You see a model.
She doesn’t see enough ribs.
We are surrounded by a multitude of hypocrites.
“He shouldn’t be eating that”
“Why did she buy that, she doesn’t even need it.”
Let me ask this.
Why do we care what other people think or do.
When did people start to gossip for pleasure.
How is that we pass bums so easily,
when we say we love to help people.
If only we could be go back to Kindergarten.
Where the second you see that kid,
you’re best friends playing tag.
Now wouldn’t that be nice?
This has human nature written all over it.
It unexplainable, but its just the way we act.
- Christopher Gardner: Hey. Don't ever let somebody tell you... You can't do something. Not even me. All right?
- Christopher: Alright.
- Christopher Gardner: You got a dream... You gotta protect it. People can't do somethin' themselves, they wanna tell you you can't do it. If you want somethin', go get it. Period.