I write short fiction when I have time. There are also elements of my life interwoven with fantasy. I also like mystery so enter into the dark, true, and mysterious if you dare...
This is not our Freedom
I don't quite know how to word this and I am not quite sure how to bring this to words, but freedom has always been hard fought. People who have been oppressed and are oppressed, will fight harder, harder than anything that they have ever fought for in their lives. I don't believe that anyone in this day and age would ever imagine as large of a conflict as the one that is happening in Europe would ever happen in this modern day and age. I wish it was the case where the powerful countries aren't hiding weapons of mass destruction and doomsday weapons that could wipe all life off the face of the earth. I wish I could say that I am joking, but sadly this is very much not the case. If we go back to WWII and think about the magnitude and scale of the explosions of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, at that day and age that the atomic weapon capability was so large, we can only think of actual nightmare scenarios of how powerful weapons of mass destruction could be now.
No matter what you do
I have been taught from a young age that everything requires hard work, without hard work, you can't get anywhere in life. The same goes for education, no, especially education. Without a proper education, the paths to a successful future would be limited and not limitless.
Whooo am I?
The day started off just like any other. People got up early for work, their hair disheveled and looking like bird nests, children sitting up in bed and wiping the remnants of their dreams from their eyes and the drool off of their faces. Any later and the drool on those children would've dripped off of their chin and onto the floor. Husbands and wives were equally putting on their work outfits, doing some last minute ironing, opening up the fridge, finding the eggs, milk, orange juice, and bacon and then laying out everything out on the counter. Slices of bread popped into the toaster, cereal boxes on the table in case the bacon and eggs don't get cooked in time. You know, the usual hussle and bussle as almost every human being under the rising Arizona sun was waking up and throwing themselves into the day and seeing what awaits them.
Writing: A bit redundant. I should expect it to be fairly obvious that many people on this platform would talk about writing as their creative outlet: a place to release their thoughts into the world and have people relate to and/or sympathize with their struggles. Sometimes the news of the world and everything that happens around us humans gets us down and we are just lost into the darkness.