Opinion

submission for next year's challenges :D

Describe your home - outside or inside. What about it feels like your home, or not? What makes a home in your mind?

I have been thinking a lot after reading Orwell’s 1984– even though it's the one thing you're not supposed to do in that story.

What is "Normal"?

We have all asked ourselves this question before, but have we ever had a clear answer?

"Normal" isn't real but is also everything around us...

"Normal" is different for everyone.

I feel lost

I feel afraid 

What if I'm not good enough?

What if they don't like me?

What if they think I'm too weird?

What if they think I'm mean?

I won’t even attempt to write a poem about music- poems aren’t me. I’ve never been good at writing them. But a block of text doesn’t look as pretty. It really just looks like a rant. And I guess, that’s what it is.

Preamble

“Harris is a communist,” My grandfather protests. 

“Better a communist than a felon,” My father shoots back. 

Our friendship really did start with a story. It nearly was a story in itself. Almost fairy-tale-cliche esque. The logical friend, the chaotic friend. But we were still so similar.

No matter where I am, the guilt follows me. The guilt of my past decisions, the guilt of the people left behind. The weighed down feeling of all the mistakes in my past. Knowing I can't go back and change it is the hardest.

"Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. 

But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; 

In this time in the world with everything that is going on, we need to find joy in the small things. Your sanity depends on it.