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Growing Up. Never.

I was in the third grade.

I remember seeing a commercial for Pokemon for the first time and my spirits flying through the roof. I had no idea what it was about, but I was intrigued by the sheer character designs and the cool looking protagonist. Every weekday at 3PM Pokemon would air on UPN and it was just as disappointing to know that I would miss it, because I usually came home from school at around 3.30. Being the freak I am, I asked my mom to record it for me on VHS everyday.

That was probably the turning point of my life in many ways. A lot of things came and went in my life, and I had even abandoned the Pokemon series after a few seasons. Yet, my love for the world of Pokemon was always lit - like the flame on a Charmander's tail.

The show and the games influenced me immensely, and Nintendo's nostalgia-driven marketing strategy is only adding more fuel to the fire after 20 years. I couldn't be more thankful that I was born in a time that allowed me to grow up with one of world's most lovable creations turned franchise turned phenomenon.

Thoughts

I can't decide what is making me write this post. It is either my ability to compromise and accept things the way they are, or the overwhelming joy of achieving something for myself. Whatever it is, 7 years past the age of 20, I realize that I have been quite prolific in small achievements in my life. I realize that I am just closer and closer to contentment each day, and for that I feel grateful. I've written songs, I've written poems, I've delved deep into a creative profession and have garnered a sense of humility after seeing the brilliant work of others around me. It is, perhaps, the life I had always wished for, but had not realized that I have. While many others dabble in fame or fortune, I have had the opportunity to explore my creative conscience.

Changing Homes | Sharing Spaces

Celestia 2

I'm blinded by the raging flames Lost in visions of time Mystery lies beyond celestial planes I hear her sudden cries There's no running now, I've come too far I've stored it all inside I've come to find myself at the gates Of truth and all your lies

The truth unfolds In retrospect And all that's left. This is letting go!

I'll fill the hollow realms that grew into me With never-ending skies I'll let my guidance be undying faith Relentless rays of light

The truth unfolds In retrospect And all that's left. This is letting go! Only look back If it moves you forward!

In my head

I feel restlessness for what has happened; A melancholy looming, making me question my life,  A selfish bout of thoughts in a frenzy,  in my head.  It's all in my head.  They've taken me hostage,  in my head.  I stalk the dead,  their facebook pages,  galleries of hope and positiveness - much like these carefree days -  both brought to a halt,  taken to their beds.  

              And I dare compare.  Even my past affairs.  Who I am, and what’s not there. Two years of not having cried,  now, this day, I realize,  all the hardness that hardened inside,  was all just in my head.  In my head  They've taken me hostage,   in my head.

Simply put

No one has ever explained it so simply.

what is the need for comparison?

she got everything she wanted.

She is still in chains, you're not.

She lives her mom's dreams

You live your own.

Maybe they aren't fully realized, but you're still your own person.