A Tribute to the Best

I don’t know how to say this without being confusing and weird, but thank you both, Mr. Frodo and Frodo for inspiring me, being by my side and being my “comfort zone” especially these past few months. And happy birthday. 🙂

I’ll always be your gardener when you need one.

-Sam

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I Emailed a Famous YouTuber

Okay guys, I watch this channel called “Jaiden Animations.” Don’t know if you’ve heard of her, but I absolutely LOVE watching her videos. I was inspired by her to make an animation video. (Which, if you haven’t watched yet, you could totally check it out below)

Well, I emailed Jaiden Animations the link to this video. (I honestly don’t know why, I guess I just wanted to show her how much I appreciate her work.) And it’s not even a great video!! I mean, I guess it’s not terrible, but it’s not outstanding either. I did not think that she would even watch the video, much less reply to my email…

But guess what happened.

A few days later, she RESPONDED!! Screen Shot 2017-06-14 at 00.12.47.png I was so happy when I got this email. Jaiden actually said “great job” to me. That immediately made my day.

Jaiden is awesome, and you can visit her channel and all of her amazing content here.

 

Dumb Chicken

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I can do this.

Just slip that rope underneath, and then pull tight- nope, not quite what I wanted. Suddenly the wooden pole thing starts to get loose, and I try to quickly catch it before it rolls into the sea. I’m not even completely sure what it’s for, but last time it got loose… It did not go well.

“I am Moana.”

Common, you can do this. Just try one more time.

“Of Mato-“

BANG!

My head jerks up to the trapdoor.

“-nui”

BANG!

Anxiously, I let go of the rope that I was trying to tie into a knot and cautiously open the trapdoor.

“Aah!”

I exclaim as a coconut pops out. Wait, a coconut? Slowly I lift it. I see a flash of feathery red. I slam the coconut back down again. I can’t believe it. How did he get in here?

“Hei Hei?!”

I lift the coconut off completely. Sure enough, the flimsy rooster looks around, his big bug eyes wobbling in every direction. I can’t believe it. Suddenly, he starts screaming. Not knowing what to do, I slam the coconut back on his head. After a moment, I take it off again, but he keeps screaming. I slam it back down again.

Okay, you can do this, it’s just a dumb old rooster.

I ease the coconut half off of Hei Hei again. He clucks curiously.

“Hey, it’s alright.”

I coo.

“The ocean is a friend of mine.”

I stick my hand into the water to show him that it’s alright. The water feels so good on my palm that I am not paying attention, and suddenly I notice that HeiHei is nowhere in sight.

“Hei Hei??”

I ask, alarmed. Suddenly a pair of chicken feet stick up from the water about a few feet away from the boat. “Hei Hei!” I yell, diving in after him. Once I have him in my arms, I try to make my way back to my canoe, but the wind fills the sails, and it starts floating away. UGH! Dumb chicken, always getting me into trouble….

“I”

Did you feel that? Did you see that? Read it again:

“I”

“I” what? “I” am? “I” want?

Isn’t it funny how I can make a few scratches on paper; press one key on a keyboard, and to you it could mean the world.

And that’s the thing. It’s different for every person.

To some it brings back memories, memories of writing letters to friends and forgetting to capitalize the “i” when it stands alone.

To some it brings dread. Dread of the essay outline with parts I, II, and III.

To some it brings back the face of their other half, their voice pealing triumphantly:

“I do.”

And to some, the meaning lies far beyond reach, deep down inside.

I Am Called “Cripple”

My thoughts are always terrified.

Will I live? Will I breathe? Will I die?

She comforts me, he cares for me,

But are they who they seem to be?

My mind tells me nothing will ever be the same,

But my heart tells me that I am not lame.

My thoughts are quiet like my arm

My useless hand that falls at my side.

Little do they know that though I mean no harm,

I am always scared on the inside.

My thoughts are always terrified.

Will I live? Will I breathe? Will I die?

If I survive this terrible mess,

They’ll never know how much I’ve been blessed,

Afraid that I won’t be strong enough to die,

Because if I never try,

Then who knows If I might have survived?

My thoughts are always terrified.

Will I live? Will I breathe? Will I die?

Mother Tongue

We need to train our minds to understand meaning.

Not just words. Not just speaking.

We need to realize that communication is in the flowers, it’s in the rain.

Everything has a story. Everything is strange.

We need to re-learn our instinct, we need to breathe in our culture.

We need to learn to live with time; to change the past and learn from the future.

We need to train our minds to understand feeling. Not just emotions, not just healing.

Feeling is hearing, forgetting ourselves,

to stop pushing sorrow to the farthest place on our shelves.

Everything feels and everything breathes.

People and animals, the clouds and the trees.

Everything we can learn from, and everything we can change.

Everything has a story. Everything is strange.

Screens and Flesh

This article resonates with one of my heart’s deepest desires and most prominent observations. Sometimes I feel like everyone wants to be like the people who say “be yourself” rather than to actually heed what they say.
We lived in a messed up world. That’s for sure.

A Wild White Rose's Mind

What is one of the most common messages in films? Be yourself. Because where would we be without that.

I find it funny that people then line up to live up to the very people who played those roles in movies. You expect to be anyone but yourself after thinking that one day, you could live up to that role, with that message in the movie. Through the glass, you’re free; that’s what they tell you. In flesh and bone, the world screams for you to live up someone you’re not; that’s what they tell you.

You should have enough sense to know films aren’t reality. Reality is reality. Or is it? We’re still meeting the same people caked in false beliefs, greeting them with fake smiles, and making fake comments. Because you have a reputation to keep, and their ego to adhere to. We do that by being anything but ourselves…

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