Christian McSweeney
Bio
Book of House Worm.
Writer of Stories, Composer of Music.
A right-brained artist living in a left-brained world.
"Faith is the magnetic field which polarizes a compass.
Presence, being the needle,
Guides each of us to True North: Destiny"
Stories (3/0)
The Life Unknown
Christopher was beginning to grow tired of his daily routine, and of the way that his life had unfolded up to this point. “Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat,” he thought to himself, “that’s all I ever do.” What Christopher truly enjoyed were his strolls through town, where he walked at a leisurely pace in the present. This is what Christopher did best. He would breathe the fresh air, smile at the sunshine, smell the roses, petunias, and other flowers that he passed. He’d wave at the trees and imagine their branches were waving back to him. He saw upside-down worlds through the reflections of the canals which columned the town like the spaces between paragraphs.
By Christian McSweeney3 years ago in Futurism
The Life Unknown
Christopher was beginning to grow tired of his daily routine, and of the way that his life had unfolded up to this point. “Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat,” he thought to himself, “that’s all I ever do.” What Christopher truly enjoyed were his strolls through town, where he walked at a leisurely pace in the present. This is what Christopher did best. He would breathe the fresh air, smile at the sunshine, smell the roses, petunias, and other flowers that he passed. He’d wave at the trees and imagine their branches were waving back to him. He saw upside-down worlds through the reflections of the canals which columned the town like the spaces between paragraphs.
By Christian McSweeney3 years ago in Futurism
Never Cage a Butterfly
I was never one to stick with New Year’s resolutions. They play out the same every year: a motivating boost of energy which fades away like the tip of an eraser in early January, correcting the continuous mistakes of writing the previous year on paper. Interestingly enough, that is a perfect example of making or breaking a habit: using the same four numbers over and over to signify at what point we exist in time and then, all of a sudden, the year changes. The four-number sequence that you knew as the present is now a part of the past, so you break a year-long habit of writing “2020”, and start fresh writing “2021”.
By Christian McSweeney3 years ago in Motivation
