I Believe
I believe in the idea of justice,
the calming qualities of creating art,
the power of cats to make people happy,
the potential we have to change the world,
the saying “Everything happens for a reason,”
Being alone doesn’t make you lonely, apologizing is a sign of strength, shoes can make you happy,
But generic cookies are not as good as name brand.
I believe in God,
I believe in love,
I believe in minding your own business,
making your own choices, standing up for yourself, never being a jerk unless it’s necessary,
And I believe in the value of Oreos.
I believe in the idea of justice,
the calming qualities of creating art,
the power of cats to make people happy,
the potential we have to change the world,
the saying “Everything happens for a reason,”
Being alone doesn’t make you lonely, apologizing is a sign of strength, shoes can make you happy,
But generic cookies are not as good as name brand.
I believe in God,
I believe in love,
I believe in minding your own business,
making your own choices, standing up for yourself, never being a jerk unless it’s necessary,
And I believe in the value of Oreos.
24 November 2015
Story of My Life
I have over twenty notebooks stuffed into the bottom part of the bookshelf in my room. There are notebooks full of stories, notebooks I attempted to make into journals, notebooks entitled “Katie’s Diary” in terrible handwriting, and some that are half-filled with actual notes I only saved for the unused paper. I’ve been collecting them since I was about eight, writing about my scandalous life as a second grader and making up stories about things I thought were much more interesting. I’d like to think that the stories get better, but in reality, I’m not sure. The important part isn’t how good they are -- it’s that I have them.
Stories are important to me. I used to spend hours reading every day, prompting my mom to ask if I had done my homework yet before I could even sit down with a book. I read Gone With the Wind in fifth grade. I’m not even really sure why, since I was probably too young to appreciate it as much as I could now. But I was determined to read it because I had loved the movie so much. I wanted to see how my favorite characters were treated in both versions, and decide if I could have done better.
People can get extremely attached to stories. Even when the Harry Potter books were finished, fans kept wondering what would happen next to the characters. Why did anyone even care? They aren’t real. But somehow, it doesn’t matter. I’m not delusional, and I don’t think fictional characters take the place of real people, but I think becoming attached to them shows empathy and makes people more human, whether the characters are from movies, books, plays, or whatever.
I believe that stories are important to everyone, even if they don’t realize it and embrace it in the same ways. There are so many ways stories can be told: TV shows, books, poems, paintings, plays, movies, music. There are stories everywhere, and I guarantee even people who hate reading love a good story. It’s just how humans were made. We listen to a story, pick it apart, digest it, overanalyze, and then announce our opinion of it to anyone who will listen. Really, we’re just trying to understand ourselves better.
I keep my notebooks, even though they have no value to anyone but me. I like to go through them from time to time, laughing at what I thought was so serious in junior high and the characters I would make up. Sometimes I still sit down and just write for an hour or so. It helps me gain some perspective about my life, and attempt to understand my own motivations and goals. Even if I never write anything worthwhile in those notebooks, they’ll always be able to make me laugh. This, I believe.
24 November 2015
Story of My Life
I have over twenty notebooks stuffed into the bottom part of the bookshelf in my room. There are notebooks full of stories, notebooks I attempted to make into journals, notebooks entitled “Katie’s Diary” in terrible handwriting, and some that are half-filled with actual notes I only saved for the unused paper. I’ve been collecting them since I was about eight, writing about my scandalous life as a second grader and making up stories about things I thought were much more interesting. I’d like to think that the stories get better, but in reality, I’m not sure. The important part isn’t how good they are -- it’s that I have them.
Stories are important to me. I used to spend hours reading every day, prompting my mom to ask if I had done my homework yet before I could even sit down with a book. I read Gone With the Wind in fifth grade. I’m not even really sure why, since I was probably too young to appreciate it as much as I could now. But I was determined to read it because I had loved the movie so much. I wanted to see how my favorite characters were treated in both versions, and decide if I could have done better.
People can get extremely attached to stories. Even when the Harry Potter books were finished, fans kept wondering what would happen next to the characters. Why did anyone even care? They aren’t real. But somehow, it doesn’t matter. I’m not delusional, and I don’t think fictional characters take the place of real people, but I think becoming attached to them shows empathy and makes people more human, whether the characters are from movies, books, plays, or whatever.
I believe that stories are important to everyone, even if they don’t realize it and embrace it in the same ways. There are so many ways stories can be told: TV shows, books, poems, paintings, plays, movies, music. There are stories everywhere, and I guarantee even people who hate reading love a good story. It’s just how humans were made. We listen to a story, pick it apart, digest it, overanalyze, and then announce our opinion of it to anyone who will listen. Really, we’re just trying to understand ourselves better.
I keep my notebooks, even though they have no value to anyone but me. I like to go through them from time to time, laughing at what I thought was so serious in junior high and the characters I would make up. Sometimes I still sit down and just write for an hour or so. It helps me gain some perspective about my life, and attempt to understand my own motivations and goals. Even if I never write anything worthwhile in those notebooks, they’ll always be able to make me laugh. This, I believe.