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A journey of self-improvement - or not. |
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Sup? I'm Char. You may know me from timeless classics such as
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[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya They say jump and ya say "how high?" Ya braindead, ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head |
Artist: Pet Shop Boys Song: It's a Sin [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Aww, I'm sad on this one because I started trying to think of a place that's significant to me and realized that I don't have any significant places. Other than that, there's school, which is usually either too hot or too cold depending on the season and most of the rooms smell vaguely musty or stale for some reason. So, those are the only two places I spend a significant amount of time at this point. I did have some places that were significant to me as a kid. I was raised on a huge plot of land in a rural area and there was little light pollution. My older brother got a telescope when I was about 8 or 9 years old. We would go out on humid summer nights and set the telescope up in the middle of our property. The land was encircled by woods on all sides with about 50 acres carved out in the center. It was perfect for stargazing. And stargazing was a perfect excuse to stay out of the house until my parents were in bed, which was a necessity for us at times. I loved watching fireflies (or lightning bugs as I think they call them some places) flickering in the distant fields and between the trees. Some nights the sky appeared almost more purple than blue. I remember feeling really, really small. Like there was no way I would ever be significant or make any impact on such a vast universe. My brother and I talked about religion a lot then. We would talk about the aferlife and what we thought it might be like. We thought about the fact that we would someday cease to exist. We questioned whether or not there would be anything after we died or if it would just be like blowing out a candle. Nothing left. Being raised religious, this wasn't something we were supposed to consider. You're told what happens after death and you're supposed to trust that, so I would get a little panicky sometimes knowing I was questioning something that I wasn't meant to question. Mostly, I felt rushed during those times. Like there wouldn't be time for everything because how could there be? Anyway, I wrote a poem back in 2015 for the 30 Day Image Prompt. The image inspired me to reflect on my past through my current filter. "Invalid Entry" At school they taught me how to be So pure in thought and word and deed They didn't quite succeed |