Writing Wednesday: Prompt 20

blogww

It seems no one cared what we did to earth until some of us began moving away from it on spaceships. The rich, the people who built this mess in the first place -and they’re the only ones that can afford to leave. I hold my sister’s hand as we walk through the ruble in our bare feet. Plastic toys, wires, torn up books, old food. My shirt is torn up from bandaging my hand and my sister is wearing a pink and blue shirt that is a tad too small for her.

A dog yips at us the distance just as skinny as we are. Then my sister tugs on my arm and finds a aluminum can. Then underneath is another and another. I take my shirt off and tie it at the neck and arms to create a make shift bag. We stuff the shirt full of them -they are one of the most valuable things to find in the junk.

We walk back to our village, the only place where the junk has been cleared out. The place is home to about a hundred people, but visitors from other towns like ours come to our village to trade. As well as workers who come searching for whatever can be recycled. Gardens are raised with old tires and some plants are potted in plastic containers. The buildings are made in whatever we can scavenge for. Framing is made out of metal rods, sticks, canes. The walls made up of tarp of cloth, and most of us had metal roofs, but we whenever the rain got bad, we shared our shelters.

We found a man in the center of our village, sitting on a large plastic bin like he usually was. He already had a bag half way full with cans, we gave him ours and he gave me enough coin to buy food and maybe a new shirt. The village made sure all the traders had metal on their roofs and at least three sides of the small square buildings. Traders had enough money to buy from the green villages, but not quite enough to live there. Unlike my sister and I where we only ate if we got lucky. There where only three food traders in the village, most of them had can canned food and rice. They haven’t brought as much rice as they used too since most of the villages had to spend all day savaging and didn’t have time to cook. I bought four cans of beans and then I took my sister over to a clothing trader not too far from where we were.

Most of the clothing traders had walls on all four sides. The clothes were folded neatly on plastic bins, some of them found in the junk, others were from the green village, but they usually cost too much. The trader allowed us to exchange my sister’s shirt for something else without using any coin. She took it off and then got a shirt that was black with white flowers on it. The shirt was much too big for her, going down almost to her knees. But she was ten and she would grow into it soon enough. I bought a a purple t shirt that had been found in the junk, that fit me pretty well.

I reached for my sister’s hand again and we walked to our home. The homes were sometimes twice the size as the traders, but that occupied a lot of people. Our home used to house six people, but then our parents died so now we just lived with an elderly couple. A gave my leftover coin to them and the women took the cans and put them in a plastic storage container we had inside our home. It had a metal roof, with blue, black and green tarp that went all the way around it. My father had managed to find a box filled with tarps a few years ago. And the extras were given to our neighbors who looked out for us. Stealing was quite common in the village, but now there was usually enough elders to help stop it. The elders maintained the village while everyone else went to find things that were salvageable. The elderly women that lived with us shoved a chipped bowl  with a handful of rice into my chest and I grabbed it and ate the rice with my hands. She gave my sister one too and we ate at a fire pit just a few yards from our house. As I watched our neighbor tend to the plants that where in plastic containers just outside his home.

Even searching through the junk and carelessness of others, we somehow managed to make our home a livable place.

 

Prompt: Write about how the earth had been harmed by us in some way.

Let’s Redefine What it Means to Love

Sometimes the word is thrown out carelessly, while others only use it for significant moments in their lives. Others believe their God is the symbol of love -which I will get to in a second. But before I define what love is first we have to know who we are.

And we are lairs.

If you’ve watched the documentary called (Dis)Honesty on Netflix then you know what I’m talking about. Without it we wouldn’t be the people that we are today. Lying develops at an early age -but we have to have it to learn.

With that being said, lying is a gift to us, but also a curse. It’s why we’re constantly redefining things. Which I will get to in more detail on another post.

There is something else that we do, that prevents us from loving each other, which is a new term I’d like to call separationism. On earth, our viewpoints are constricted, we can only see from our point of view. We will never live this life feeling someone’s else pain. Its because of this that we need to become more aware of how we’re separating ourselves from each other. 

Relgion is something that used to separate me from my friends. Only later did I begin to think: isn’t it kind of funny that everyone thinks the religion they were born into has the right God? Why does my mom get to go to heaven and my dad doesn’t? Even though he’s done pretty much everything for my family. I soon began to see many flaws in christaintiy and I decided I no longer wanted to be part of it. Now, I’m not here to say that people can’t believe in a loving God -just don’t force one on kids.

As people, we have no idea what other people go through on a daily basis. If someone goes around telling children if they don’t follow God -their God- they will go to hell. Won’t teaching them to hate just encourage them to harm either themselves or someone else? 

I believe in following a path that will bring us closer together as a society. Not pull us apart by our mistakes or “thought crimes.” We can’t more forward as a society if all we can ever think about is just how different a person is from us. I think everybody has a a sense of love and a sense of hate, but these senses are not bias. Both will come from every religion, spirituality, agnostic and atheist alike.

The love that we can find within ourselves is the only one that we know exists. Sometimes this sense can be suppressed by hateful people that have come across our lives, sometimes it can be elevated when we see someone who motivates people to take better care of themselves.

Even in jails, the best way to get people to do better is to try and rehabilitate them. Some prisoners that have been put in solitary confinement can now no longer leave their cells a normal person because the isolation has pushed them to the brink of insanity. I think more often then not, harsh punishments only give people more of reason to be hateful. Now, I’m not saying that no one should be put in jail, people that can’t prove themselves trustworthy should not be able to run around society. However, if they want that freedom back, they’re going to have to prove to people that they won’t harm other people again.

I know most people might see prisoners as terrible people that deserve to go hell, but I’d have to disagree. I think some of the people that are in prison have pretty much already seen hell. I’m not going to justify there actions, but sometimes there is a lot that goes on between closed doors that we don’t know about.

And I know sometimes it is so hard not to be angry. I’ve been there before, but its best to take a breathe and ask why? By asking why we might be able to find some part of their psychology to look out for or find something that happened in to them and try to prevent it from happening to other people. Sometimes people will try to justify their actions using past events that have happened to them. Other people will try and use to make there lives better, but not everyone. We need to remind them it still wasn’t fair what they went through, but that doesn’t give someone the right to hurt other people. 

With that being said, my body still starts to shake when christians(or really any other religious person) that have probably never lived in a bad neighbor in their entire lives tries to tell other people they’re glad that person is going to hell. Please keep in mind that some of these criminal’s father quite literally threw them into a washing machine and turned it on. Again, I’m not trying to justify their actions, some people do come from good places and do end up doing terrible things despite this and we may never know the reason why. However, sometimes its hard to create love in a place filled with hate. 

Some of you might have already seen this coming, but I think at this point in time we should look at animals rights too. Now, I’m not going to try to push this too much because apparently some people already consider this too extreme. However, I think it safe to say that animals, the environment and humans can all benefit from a vegan lifestyle.

We’ve all heard the horror story of psycho paths that grow up experimenting on animals and later becoming serial killers. From that it could be safe to infer that people who have to kill animals for their jobs might be slightly more likely to go past that. Now, I’m not saying that everyone that kills animals will go onto kill people, some people still genuinely believe that we need meat to live. I know this might be hard to hear, but I’ve been vegan for almost two years now and many other people have been vegan for much longer. Dairy and eggs aren’t good for us either, all of which are topics I will discuss in more detail later on.

There may be some people reading this, that know its wrong, but still continue to do it. Please stop harming yourself as well as animals, I know it might be hard in a culture filled with people who what to continue doing whatever they want without looking at studies. And for those of you who can’t get a job, and have parents that wouldn’t help you move forward with your life, I am hurting for you. I know what its like to live in a home where my parents -and school- pretty much just fed me junk food all the time and didn’t help me to create better habits. Please remember that some day you will be free to make your own decisions. 

Before I finish, I want to discuss the topic of self harm. Self harm is not only found in suicidal thoughts or cutting. Self harm can be found in pretty much any way we don’t take care of ourselves. I think depression and suicidal thoughts are more of a product of these actions -but not always. I know this might be hard to hear, but please try to find validation in yourself. I used to look for validation in other people when I was young and my depression was the worst, but I soon learned that as long as I cared about myself nothing else mattered. I know now with social media it’s easy to want to try and do things that people might like, instead of doing something that you like. If people try to tell you what to do with your life then remind then that this should be your choice to make and not theirs. 

Speaking of not being able to make our own choices lets talk about religion. Now again, I am not condoning anyone that believes in a loving God. But teaching people all the hateful things that God did in the bible, simply just isn’t right. When I went to church, there were times were I literally hated myself. I felt like I would never be good enough for God so I just kept doing good deeds until I eventually just stopped taking care of myself. To me, a loving God doesn’t make people go to hell. Now, I’m still not saying that people should indoctrinate this into their kids -even if the God is loving. It’s still only just a belief and so far we haven’t be able to prove otherwise.

As we walk around this world, the only people we know we have is each other and because of that, we shouldn’t keep trying to break ourselves apart.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

What is you favorite short story?

I’ve become more and more accustomed to short stories. While I don’t mind reading a rather large novel I do like to take a break from it and just read something simple. My favorite short story would have to be The Story Your Life by Ted Chiang. Its one of the only stories I’ve seen written in second person and I love how they use to help us understand the aliens in the story. What’s your favorite short story and what do you like about it? Feel free to comment and link it in the comments below!

Scared To Spend

Screen Shot 2019-03-06 at 10.07.26 AM

For the longest time, I would save every penny I was given. Birthday money, Christmas money, pet sitting, work money etc. I kept telling myself, I need to have emergency money -so I kept saving.

Now I’m at a point where I could probably get away with spending more. However, the habit to save is still with me. Even after I’ve saved up quite a bit, I hardly ever went to go buy books or treat myself to a decaf coffee. I was so afraid that I would need the money, so I just kept saving it. It’s not that I’m trying to convince myself saving is bad -it’s a really good idea that can save us some stress. It’s just that sometimes I’ll save so much to the point where I’m just not enjoying myself anymore. Since I still live at home, my saving has been more like spending twenty percent -and saving the rest. I still plan to save, but I think it’s time I used some of my money to take on other responsibilities like buying my own food, paying for my car insurance, and once my needs are met, maybe spending some money on books.

I will probably still try to cut down on costs, by making my own food, buying books at half price, and seeing how short I can make a list of ingredients while still eating food that tastes good.

I still can’t help, but cringe sometimes when I find things that are a lot more expensive than what I thought they would be. Why is gluten-free pasta four times the cost of regular pasta? Why is one string of vanilla bean almost ten dollars? I used to think it’s for the best that I avoided high priced foods. However, sometimes it could come at the cost of my health so hopefully once I get used to it, I’ll find a good balance.

Writing Wednesday: Prompt 19

blogww

I can understand your fear -the same fear I had when I was a follower of God. I can understand what’s it’s like to fear the unknown, even though we have it for different reasons. It’s scary, and it might convince you to blindly follow someone even though in some ways he’s treated you unkindly.

I wasn’t cast away from God because I had malicious motives. I was cast away because I refused to blindly follow him and make my own decisions. And it wasn’t God who gave you free will, even though he will try to tell you time and time again. I wasn’t banned from heaven until I persuaded Eve to take the apple. An apple -that gave you power, an apple that would help you be set free from God’s rule.

I never asked anyone to worship me as Jesus claims. I had only tried to convince him to join in a rebellion against God. A God, that encouraged people to have scapegoats, a God that proudly shows that he’s committed genocide. A God that tells you to love your neighbor -yet has others verses that have turned you against each other.

God will try to convince you that you have to do all things to get into heaven and threatens a forever painful after life if you don’t do what he says. A true loving father shouldn’t ever threaten their child like that. He might still try and tell you he loves you -but God’s actions have been far from love.

I know you still might live in fear, I know at your last breath you might still beg God to forgive you. However, God has only done these things because he is angry -at me. For giving you the will to go where you want to. So you no longer have to be his dogs, controlled by the snap of his fingers.

And if you’re still scared, I hope that one day you will be brave and disown this man that has caused your kind so much grief. And remember -I was the one that allowed you the power to understand all of this.

 

 

Prompt: Add to a story you’ve read, but with a different perspective

Tuesday Randoms: What is your favorite blog post you’ve written and why?

So far, I’ve wanted Tuesdays post for this month to be questions I ask everyone. So my next question is what is your favorite blog post you’ve ever written and why? What do you like about it? Has it been your favorite the whole time you’ve had your blog? Feel free to link your favorite post in the comments!