Art that paints itself

Every morning I wake up at 6:00. Every morning I see the sun rise. The thing I love about it is that every time it is unique. Every day there is a different sunrise.

It is like a painting without an artist. The painting paints itself. Purple, red, orange, blue, pink, gray, yellow. The colours aren’t like the colours you see painted on a regular painting. These aren’t like the paints you can by at an art store. The paintings I see every morning paint themselves. They reflect on the water, the blend into each other, if I’m lucky I’ll get mist.

I could go on my phone. I could look away…but I don’t. Every morning I see a painting that paints itself. I could Google sunrises, but it’s there, right in front of me.

The most beautiful art to me is not one painted my the women and men in an art studio, although I love that, the most beautiful art to me is the art that makes itself.

The most beautiful things are right in front of you so look up. Put down your phone and admire the real world instead of the thumbprint world.

The the world with no filters, no likes, no follows. See the real world.

We spend so much time absorbed in technology that we forget that the only way we are going to be happy is to live life instead of liking, commenting and sharing other’s.

The most beautiful things are right in front of you, so look up.

Dead Dreams

There are times when I am definite. 

There are times when I feel certain. 

And there are times when I am not so sure. 

Times when I doubt. 

I doubt myself, I doubt my chances, I doubt my future. 

Sometimes I wish to decide upon another dream, one that won’t be so hard to pursue.

There are voices inside everybody’s head. Voices to tell you to give up, to stop, to quit. We let those voices make a sound. We let those voices control us. We listen to them. Most of the time we act upon the voices.

When you have a dream and a goal try your hardest, a lot of people will tell you that you can’t.

Sometimes your chances are low, and it doesn’t seem possible that you are going to make it.

I have a dream and sometimes I am definite that that’s what I want to achieve.

I have a dream and there are times when I feel certain that I can make it.

I have a dream and there are times when I am not so sure.

Times when I doubt. 

I doubt myself, I doubt my chances, I doubt my future. 

When you have a wish, a dream, a goal, don’t change it. It is you dream because it’s what you really want to do and it’s what will make you happy.

There are voices inside everybody’s head and those voices will never go away. The only thing we can do about those voices is ignore them, pretend they aren’t there. Don’t let the voices be heard. Those voices aren’t reality, they just trick you into thinking they are.

When you have a dream and a goal try your hardest, don’t let anyone tell you to quit, even yourself.

Even if your chances are low give it a go (loving the rhyme) because when you quit you have no chance.

Plastic People

They talk different. They move different. Their laughter is forced. Their hair is perfect. They chose sides. They choose people. The people they have chosen they use. They judge. They never change. They pretend to be happy. They put on a face. They make you do their dirty work. They judge you for not looking a certain way. They are plastic. 

We live in a world were there is a lot of fake. People only see the part of you that you want them to see. Being who you are sometimes isn’t how you get popular. They pretend to be someone else to look good.

I don’t want to be one of those people. One of those people who pretend. One of the people who are not themselves. They are so pathetic. Does it make them happy? Being someone else to be liked. I want to feel loved because I am myself. So when I feel like saying something weird, blunt, crazy, I just do it, I don’t care what people think. They can be plastic but at least I can be real. 

Don’t change who you are for other people. Those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. The people who are worth it won’t care how weird I am.

Keep smiling, keep scrolling.

The Internet Reality

I am doing tests in school and I realised that there is something new about this year. Halfway through the test I had a huge urge to get up and run around and talk to people and exercise. Long story cut short: The reason for this is because I am addicted to my devices (Geez, put it too them strait much). On  social medial,  I post and talk to people on there everyday, even when I am not posting on my blog I am still answering emails and working on my site. The Internet is a big part of who I am and what I do, and I never think about what it is doing to my brain. I have a short attention and focus time, simply because I spend way too much time on screens.

Obviously I am committed and dedicated to my website and I love what I do so I am not going to stop going online completely. All I want to do is make sure that I am setting my priorities right and living in the real world. I have a few strategies that I will use to stop my Internet addiction:

  • Only go online when I am either working or studying.
  • Spend only half an hour a day online doing something not work related.
  • Think about how much time I spend online and how much time I actually need to spend on there.

When I feel down or when I need to do something I go to the online world and escape. I makes me forget about reality and go in the world where everything is perfect. Like is milkshakes, views, traveling, fun, friends, perfect hair, skinny people and the weather is always good. We are all stuck in this vertial reality were everything is fake. One of my favourite things about my blog is that I can be real. I don’t put on a face or lie about how I feel. I can give advice and explain my thoughts and emotions towards the world. In my corner of the internet the world is real, buzzing with life.

I know that I can be real with you and you can be real with me. Let’s create a place on the Internet where we are ourselves, instead of being someone else.

Keep smiling, keep scrolling.