Racist Reaction to the Hunger Games
Everything is really pissing me off lately. What kind of ridiculous crap is this?! Read this article and see the crazy stuff people tweeted about The Hunger Games.
Racist Reaction to the Hunger Games
Everything is really pissing me off lately. What kind of ridiculous crap is this?! Read this article and see the crazy stuff people tweeted about The Hunger Games.
Just thinking about what happened to this kid makes me so sad and angry. Plenty of people have already blogged about it so I’m not going to go into details, but PLEASE sign the petition for the prosecution of his killer, George Zimmerman. It only takes a minute. Let’s get justice for him and his family.
http://www.change.org/petitions/prosecute-the-killer-of-17-year-old-trayvon-martin
So I don’t typically share what I write, but I just feel like the blogging world is a safe place. (:
Fear
I’m afraid.
I admit it.
And I don’t want to let go of that fear
because the last time I did,
heartbreak came and pushed me into a sea of pain and despair.
I felt like I’d been throttled full blast into the depths of hell.
I hate that pain.
So I’ll stay afraid.
I don’t even want to ask to find out where your heart lies.
And I sure as hell don’t want to assume and make an ass out of you,
well, pretty much just me.
I can’t even fully admit to myself that I want you for fear that
that admission would just pay my admission back into that sea of hell
so I remain afraid.
In my mind,
fear is better than pain,
hope is better than rain,
so I’ll remain silent.
If things never change so be it.
I’ll be fine alone.
Maybe a little crazy,
and at times, a little lonely,
but I’ll be just fine alone.
Over the last couple days, I’ve had several experiences that have just shook me to the core. Death is lurking behind every door. Life is short. I feel like sometimes I get so caught up in all the daily activities in life that I’m not stopping to truly find some joy in each day.
I let exams, papers, meetings, responsibilities and work clutter my present. Worries, fears, stress, and concerns cloud my future. My past filled with possibly questionable decisions flood all of it. So when am I really enjoying life?
Over the last few days, I’ve just been reminiscing on the last few months in my life, and I think I need to change how I proceed in life. Not just plan for the future or wonder about if I made the right decision in my past, but truly enjoy my present.
I’m not going to lie and say that I’ll stop planning or thinking. I can’t stop; it’s a part of who I am. But I can choose to trust a little easier, love a little deeper, let go of fear and go after what I want. I can choose to not OVER-analyze every decision and not be so skeptical of others. And I can choose to let everyone in my life how much I appreciate, love, need, and enjoy them each and every time that I get a chance.