I’ve been reading, and most art comes out of the creators pain. The manga that I was reading is about ballet, and the ballerina in it only dances really well when she loses her grip on reality. And she loses it when she is really anxious, sad (which is most of the time), or when she completely understands something. Like a secret, or the way of interpreting a role in classical ballet. And in one volume, it says that a sculptor made this super famous statue, then dies about two days after finishing it.

Normal inspiration, like looking at a flower and thinking, hey, this is nice, and drawing or writing about it, is temporary. By that, I mean, someone looks at your finished artwork you made when you were happy and content. They think, oh, just another picture of a flower, bright and cheery, la la la. They move on to a different piece, one you made when you were really anxious and frightened, and actually feel the pain you went through while creating it. And when you make it, you don’t go, aw man, I feel terrible, I need to draw this rock, blah blah blah. You feel an actual desire to use your skill. And you lose control. So the piece you create will never be forgotten, unlike the flower, which is so light it floats away. The rock you created is so heavy, and dark, so influential, it stays in the back of your audience’s mind. They can’t stop thinking about it.

And why? Why do -wait, let me rephrase that- how can you do that? How can you create such deep feelings?? You can’t just decide to paint a jug with a angry feeling. You have to experience it. That;s a true artist.

Now, don’t go and make your own life miserable, just to make beautiful art. Or literature. It has to be genuine.

So indulge in your feelings and your skills at the same time; something good will come out of it.

War. September Eleventh. Love. Christmas Dinners. Disaster. Japanese Earthquakes. Peace. Grandma’s Fish. 2012. Nuclear End. Family. Birthday Party. Disease. Bubonic Plague. Hope. Queen Elizabeth. Distaste. Royal Family Scuffles. Smile. Matrimonial Celebration. Greed. Adolf Hitler. Healing. Peace Keepers.  God. The Split.

Whatcha think??

People talk about their own mortality a lot, and how they wish to be consecrated. Or something like that . Where would you like-or rather, how would you like-to be consecrated? Many people are buried, some are frozen, and the ever-traditional ashes in the sea. Or you could turn into a man-made diamond (like, really man made. Get it?), and your descendant could wear it. All the time. What would you choose. The only one which seems, I don’t know, consoling, to me, is Diamonds in the Sea.

You can visit them when you are overcome with grief, and talk to the sea. How.  .  .  . calming.

I put 01 in case I use the title again, because it’s a good title.
ANYWAY I was thinking about forming opinions BECAUSE people like to make opinions and stuff like that. An EXAMPLE would be World War II. Think about the war. THINK!! Now what do you feel? Here’s what I feel, then: sad, mad, DEPRESSED, happy, olde, and blathed. Blathed means halfway between depressed and happy. Or something like that. I made it up . And depending on how you feel (or what the average ‘side’ your feeling are on[bad feelings, happy feelings] ), you make your opinion. AND I CAN’T. BEACAUse there is too many feelings and it’s ALL EQUAL. Look at the title.

I HAVE DECIDED: Since I simply CANNOT make a opinion, I will now just watch the world go by, and learn from it. SO SIMPLY SIMPLE. And if I CAN make a opinion, I will, uh, write it, um, HERE! YES, that was simply a DELIGHTFUL story.
THE END
P.S. I like caps. ESPECIALLY toDAY!!

“Lonn! Why are you studying?! Didn’t you have a test yesterday?!” Lonn Pliu shook her head. Her aunt had been like this ever since Lonn went to school. “Education is the key to success!” crowed her Aunt Olina, everyday. Her uncle would jump behind her, and lecture Lonn about his school days, when a B would mean a whapping ruler. Lonn closed her eyes and wished for a saving grace.

Some people’s( Grace is back, not the story)life is like that. I know some people who live like Lonn.

Lonn’s sister came by and remarked, quite sourly,”You don’t care if I do anything” A few minutes later, Lonn heard a CRASH and went outside to see a bursting mad aunt. “Tinnytana, don’t play near the vases! And Lonn, watch your sister!”

Another way of (it’s me again)unfairness towards us kids. Why is it that parents think that giving punishments teaches kids not to do things that THE PARENTS DON’T LIKE. So if the thing the parent doesn’t like is talking and noise, and most teachers like that, the person will not do good at school, which is the parent’s expectation, they will get in trouble, boo-hoo.

In the Biblic way, Adam and Eve created unfairness. Technically. But God had a test to see of self control, yeah? So….the unfairness of a choice is unfair!! Life isn’t good. Comment with your thoughts!!

What kind of perspective do you have about life? What is the meaning of ‘life’? Okay, not so literally, but what does it represent? I think life is a chance to see God’s gift, his ‘world’. And some people have shorter lives because they had a good life, so God makes a space for more different people, or people that need a second chance in life because they have a shorter one earlier, and so on. So maybe God has a book; a guestbook, a mortality book, name book, whatever. And when people get second chances, I mean they get to be a different person, so they become geniuses(e.g. Albert Einstein; maybe a guy who was born millions of times so he knows life! Or maybe he is a very smart kid at school right now!) My mom says that to make the most of each day, but what with the thing that the person who says it ruins your perfectly good mood(no offense, mom). Alright, more in part II. And I will tell you about my Christmas soon. -see ya

This might be offensive, and makes people think a kid like me shouldn’t ask these questions, and I should be a innocent child. I also hate the word “child”. Okay, these are the offending questions:
1. If Jesus was the Lord, did the Lord feel pain when Jesus did??
2. If God loves us so much, why does he let us suffer? To learn, I know, but does he really love us??
3. God made the world, but could he’ve ,made the world earlier or later, since he was there forever??
4. How was God made? Was he a baby??
5. How can Science/History Bible study mix? Or are they like oil and water; they cannot mix??
And now for the baking soda(as in, baking soda and vinegar.  .  .  .)big bomb question:
Why should people believe in a God they never saw?
The explanation to the question is that I have seen statues of Buddha and others, but never actually seen one of God. I have seen statues of Jesus, but that is a tad bit different.
Okay, this is all for now!

Freedom, is something interesting. It comes in about 6 forms. The ones I thought of were: Political freedom, Religious freedom, freedom of love, freedom from work, freedom that kids like me want, and freedom of choice. These are pretty basic. Let me explain them all.

Number 1: Political freedom. That’s hard for me to explain, since I don’t have much experience as a kid with that. So lets say voting. Voting is also with freedom of choice. These days, there is this thing with HST. I don’t really know what it is, but I think it is a kind of tax. Well, some people don’t like it, so they have signs and all that, to stop it. The people who do it have freedom, to do what they wish. OK, I am probably off topic, but that’s probably since I don’t know much about it.

Number 2: Religious freedom. Not good at that either but I know more of this than political freedom! OK, long ago, people didn’t really have freedom of religion. So they killed the people who worship a god different than the leaders. Which is why there are a lot of saints. Now, people who live in a place that you have to listen to 1 god, and worship him, and don’t, have to go to jail. That isn’t fair. What do they feel? What if you were forced to do what you didn’t want to do? So that is what that’s about.

Number 3: Freedom of love. In stories, like Romeo and Juliet, you can’t be with who you love, than you die. Strange, isn’t it? Cause now, they just set revenge. Anyway, nowadays, when people can’t be with other people, they do what they can, and of course, go to jail. Like all kinds of freedom you don’t get, it isn’t fair.

Number 4: Freedom from work. That , I believe, is what my dad needs. So some people who don’t have this freedom are very stressed. And might feel sad at times, for absolutely no reason. At school, I feel like there is much work, and I get frustrated. So I take a small break, and I can do everything after.

Number 5: Freedom for kids. I feel like I’m missing this freedom. But whatever. Kid freedom is like being able to do what everyone else can do. Basically. Some 10 year olds don’t think like I do. So I think a lot about stuff grown ups think about. Kid freedom is being able to go 3 blocks away from home alone. Or cross the street to go to the park. See? We need freedom, too.

Last, but definitely not least, Number 6: Freedom of choice. That’s kind of in every freedom I talked about. It’s nice to be able to do what you want to do, right? No matter how old you are, you have choices. And you want to be able to choose, right? If you are a kid, your parents pick most of the choices, right? Learn from them, and you’ll know how to choose.

Not that’s out of the way, I can talk about other types of freedom. The ones above are basically how to know your way around life, I guess. Earlier, I asked my mom about what she thought about my topic. She said it was a hard topic for younger people to write, but I can. Well, I said I can. Oh yeah, my mom also said that there is a freedom that is even more interesting: Freedom in the world. You know, belonging, and being in the world, and the way you feel, in it. It’s hard to explain. That is freedom in my eyes. For now.
( New Record Again! 614 words! )

Some people are in the middle. Not bad, but not good, either. These people are technically invisible. Nothing. For the good people, they are a background. For the bad people, they are a puppet. I’ll ask you a question: Do people notice if you do something good? If yes, you are not invisible. If no, too bad you are. To overcome it, speak up. Pay attention to people. Either be good or be bad to get un-invisible. Personally, I’ll be good. You?

Also, try something new, like skiing or bowling. If you like it, practice it, and you’ll be known for how good you are at it. Or do something newsworthy. I want to be known by being the youngest author in the world to be successful.
If you want to be invisible, you can. Just “disappear” for a while, then come back quietly. Being invisible’s good, once in a while. You watch the world go by, and you see what people do. I be invisible 45% of the time, the other 55% I’m “good”. I don’t want to be too “good”; I don’t want to be used.
Do you want to be invisible? Yes or No? Why? Do you have any experience? This is my second post of July 2nd. I wrote this cause I had to type. I needed to. I wanted to.
Follow this and Life will be just fine.

Cry. And scream.

Wonder why? Because sometimes people accidentally get way too stressed, and their head explodes (Not really). So they find a secret, private space, and sit down and CRY TILL YOU FEEL BETTER. Insane, but it’s good.

Dr.Grace’s Prescription:
Take a break and think things out, or do yoga, read, you can do anything your heart desires. I usually go on my bed, think, write in my diary, pray, read, or just feel the wind on my face through my open window. . .
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.. . . . . . .

All I’ve got today. The poem is being worked on, so. . .

Bye 4 now,
Grace

P.S.
I need to do that. Honestly.