How will you spend it?

     Today, I found out that two of my friends have joined the army and will be shipping out in the next week. It made me realize something quite disturbing. Death is no longer an abstract concept. 
     When we're young, death is so huge and frightening that we cant  even place it in our lives. We picture our family, pets and friends living forever because our brain cant comprehend them not being there. 
     But once we age, after possibly losing a family member or two, we start to realize just how relevant death can become. One minute they're there, the next they're not. 
     It is really quite depressing when you get down to the fundamental rule for living: "No one gets out of here alive."     However, as The Doctor pointed out after being told he had thirty two minutes to live: "You're forgetting about thirty one whole minutes where I am very much alive!" 
     So think of your life as your thirty two minutes. You have thirty two minutes to love deeply, laugh with your whole body, achieve your dreams and make your mark on humanity. 
     I think some people get so wrapped up in the idea of having such a short time that they waste their thirty two minutes being pessimistic and afraid. 
     And some people think "Thirty two minutes? Heck yeah! That's like forever!" So they wait until their time runs out before they try to do anything. 
     I want to be somewhere in between. We have one chance to do this right. To make something of ourselves. And that's terrifying. We could screw up and game over. Or we could rise higher than we ever expected. 
    My goal in life is not to be rich, or famous, or do something extravagant and impress everyone. My goal in life is simply to be happy. To my life to the fullest, and to enjoy the short time we have. 
     We've got thirty two minutes. But in those thirty two minutes we can achieve anything. 
     

On writer's block, and my jumbled brain

      Most of the time, I find myself wanting to write something. Anything. I yearn to put pen to paper and string my ideas together into a beautiful story that will someday become a bestseller. Unfortunately, one thing almost always stands in my way. Writer's block. The most terrible thing a word addict can feel. 
     I think of writer's block as a tree. A tree with the most delicious fruit you can imagine. (Have you imagined your fruit yet? Excellent.) And you're staring at this fruit, wanting it so badly. And then the tree punches you in the stomach repeatedly. 
    Once you pick yourself up off the ground, put your ribs back into place and take a breath, you realize: "Hey. I just got an idea!"
     So you grab a pen. Aaaaaand it's gone. 
     DAMN YOU, WRITER'S BLOCK. I think I have too many ideas in my head and they all get jumbled in my brain until the only thing I can think about is wanting a snack. Do all writers feel like this? I mean honestly sometimes I just want to give up writing all together. But here I am, writing on a blog for whoever happens to stumble upon this. 
     I doubt anyone will really read this. Mostly all of this is just a place for me to vent thoughts. Or try to organize my thoughts. 
      One time I had this brilliant, original idea for a story. I liked it a lot, but every single time I sat down to write about the idea, it would disappear from my memory. It's like a constant itch you can't scratch (that also happens to be punching you in the stomach repeatedly). 
     But here's a bit of irony! I'm writing about not being able to write. Suck on that, writer's block. 
     Aside from writing, the only thing I can never get enough of is reading. Reading anything from classic novels to the little bronze plaques you find in museums. Words in general fascinate me.  Perhaps I'm just an exceptionally strange child. Actually, there's no question about that. 
     I read in a book once that if you're dealing with writer's block, the best way to get rid of it is to write about your lunch at school. Every little detail you can remember. I've done that multiple times and it all ended with me being hungry. (What can I say? I'm a teenager.) 
      But now I've blogged something, so I feel like I got to write a little bit today. Now it's off to YouTube to watch random videos of cats falling off of things. I hope my invisible audience enjoyed my random thoughts. 

First blog (for the second time)

    This is my first blog (I did previous ones when I was younger and full of angst. I deleted them because I got sick of reading myself ranting) so it's short and boring, but more will hopefully follow. Some of them will just be random funny stories, some may be rants, and some may be some deep philosophical thought from the day. It will depend on my mood. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading my random thoughts and ideas! :D 
I also have a tumblr for shorter, more random stuff. Link right there--> http://deathforthebadapples.tumblr.com/