How Organised Am I.

Hey Blogging World

So I realized I haven't posted in ages, once again, and this time it meant that I wasn't just not writing to all of you, but I wasn't following my schedule! But here's my excuse:

My internet wouldn't work about two days after I started the schedule and therefore could not post. Then after the internet finally began working again, life was great the day, I had completely forgotten about blogging and my mind shifted to homework, school, friends and all of life's other first world problems. Therefore that is my lame excuse and I will make it up by attempting to write a rather long post on all of the worlds disasters and ways in which we must fix them as the fate of the world rests on our hands.

I believe that somewhere in the world, there is a unicorn. That's right, a creature that most people believe is mythical is actually real. It's just there, in a lush forest, grazing as horses look on at the strange creature with a huge horn on it's head. But what if we found this creature, what if we took it in and looked after it and somehow began a whole new generation of unicorns. That will never happen though because if we found a real life unicorn scientists would take it, dissect it and attempt to discover all of its hidden magical ability.

Why can't people know when to leave raw and pure beauty alone. When something is so beautiful that by touching it and adjusting it ever so slightly, you will ruin the beauty in an instant. Take a young child for example. When they're at that stage that everything is lovely, the sun shines every day, people who are gone are just asleep for a really long time, a trip to McDonalds was a treat and when someone gave you their spare 10 cents, well you had just won the lottery. Then you grow up. You learn that the seasons change, people die, McDonalds makes you fat and 10 cents can't even get you a yoghurt stick from the canteen anymore. Rumors are spread, everyone is talking about something else. You're judged on what you look like and who you hang out with. That's right, you hang out with people now you don't play with them because that just sounds wrong. The way you act in certain situations apparently shows the type of person you are. People are seen as inhumane. Crazy, isn't it? We are human and we are seen as inhumane. It doesn't make sense.

So we always ask ourselves why people have to be that way. Why do they have to be judgmental and rude and just everything that a person doesn't like? Maybe the question we should be asking ourselves is why we accept this judgement and nastiness. Why do we let ourselves become apart of this chain of people judging and being judged? Why can't we just let pure beauty shine through in every person. I know it's there, deep inside every person there's this thing called a heart and we use it to stay alive and to spread hope in other people and kindness. We use it (and use our brain) to see pure beauty in other people. And on most occasions, it's not something you can see by first looking at a person. It's getting to know them, knowing their quirks and knowing all their imperfections that make every person perfect. Imperfections is perfection. People just don't have enough time in their lives to stop and figure that out.

La Vie Vivante.