"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else is to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting."
Digging through stacks of papers has its advantages. For example, while cleansing my portfolio and binders I discovered papers that I wrote and plays I read years ago that I was utterly unaware were still in my possession. It's rather amazing really. Since I am in a sharing mood, I'd like to present you with one of my discoveries. Looking back, this piece strongly reminds me of The Giving Tree; except I didn't force my tree to give me apples... Please enjoy :)
Palo Verde * There was a tree. And I would hope to say that this tree was unlike any other; but in many ways it was the same as any that stood 'round the block. In the physical sense, it had branches and leaves, a trunk and some roots to serve as anchors. The bark grew green and strong making the fragile twigs near the top look a color of life even in the winters chill. And in Springtime the tree would erupt with bright yellow flowers that burst from their buds like miniature suns. * This was one tree among many that grew in the neighborhood. It looked the same and served the same purpose. But, if you examined it closely, this tree was different. It wasn't the largest or the smallest; and it didn't carry the most buds or have the most branches... * But this tree was mine. And my tree was history. * My tree carried memories in its leaves and the scars it bore on its branches and trunk were each a reminder of an other life. The painful brown burns among its bright green flesh, like battle wounds from brigades of old, were little memories of the life it lived. And the children in its branches: forever immortalized on its limbs. * Many days were spent among the branches of that tree; climbing, twisting, reaching for new heights. Club house meetings were held, and oaths were sworn... * We shared our hearts, souls, and flesh with that tree. All broken and mended within its branches. * When the tree pricked us, we pricked it back. The thorns in our hands were our knives in that tree. * And hence forth, my green tree will grow on: the influence it had on my childhood remembered always. My great grandmother tree, turns to others now I have left. She picks them up and cradles them in her limbs; living many years past in hopes of all her children's return. * And though I may never return, I know one thing for certain: * I loved that tree. And my tree loved me back.
Needless to say, the 30 day drawing challenge has been officially lost. I would blame schoolwork but I'm pretty sure it was more of a combination of essays, Thanksgiving break, and a Netflix addiction that made me give up on it. I apologize to all you nifty readers out there expecting to see my fancy-pants art work. Unfortunately there will be no more pretty little drawing for a while darlings; but I'm sure you will find a way to persevere.
Therefore, I am arriving at the point in which I must figure the following question: What to write about? Now if I were abiding by my schoolwork, I should currently be writing my essay for Humanities on the complications of a doppelganger as a villain in Dr. Jekyll, Dorian Gray, and Fight Club. However, as you may have already guessed I'm not very good at doing what I should be. The essay is a mere 1500 words, which I could easily write about any topic (as proven by my previous post 1500 Words on Tying Your Shoes ), but lets just say that it is due by 6 pm tonight and it is currently 12:36, I have class from 2-3, and my title is currently "This is Where the Bullshitting Begins" followed by a blank page.
The fact that the subject of the second to last link "hails from Texas" as I learned from Youtube, simply makes me love it more. IF THAT'S EVEN POSSIBLE!?! Just kidding guys. It's totally possible.
As a closing note to this post, and a completely unrelated note (actually it's vaguely related but I don't feel like explaining), please enjoy this video.
