The Pain of Midnight

I enjoy my music like most of you. Every once in a while, I encounter a song that moves me in some sort of way. This was one of those songs. I have the song attached. I know it's tempting, but please do not watch the video at first. Just listen to the song and his voice and the evolution of his emotion. If you want to watch the video afterwards, then by all means do, it is a good one. But I want you to just listen and really hone in on what you FEEL as you listen. I have also provided the link to the lyrics in case you have a hard time understanding him. So listen!

Music: http://youtu.be/UYPoMjR6-Ao

Lyrics: Sometime Around Midnight Lyrics

Alright, so now that you've heard/seen it, I want to share my thoughts: this song seems to be about love and loss. It just breathes with his raw emotion, and I feel like anyone can relate. I know I went through a very nasty breakup last year and this song seems to really capture that emotional turmoil I felt (aside from the drinking part, I can assure you all I never have taken part in that activity before!!!) Also, I am a sucker for the violin parts as a violinist myself. But what I am getting at here is not necessarily this specific song but emotion, if you want to call it love, go ahead. My questions is, why do we, as humans, continue to put ourselves in situations where we know we will only feel pain? Why do we pour our souls into others when we know we will be heart broken? If you think about it, some of the world's masterpieces are results of pain: Beethoven and his symphonies, van Gogh and the Starry Night (there's a theory that the stars are painted the way they are because when you cry and then look at the sky, the stars are blurry...yea, that changes the way you look at the painting doesn't it?), and so many other artists. So that is my question: why do humans crave pain? 

Life Tennis...

What is something that you want but don't need?
What is something that you need but don't want?

What is something that you don't want to believe in but do?
What is something that you want to believe in but don't?

What is something that you do but don't want to?
What is something that you don't do but want to?

What is something that you say but regret?
What is something that you regret you don't say?

What are you looking for that you haven't found?
What is something that you've found that you wish you were still looking for?

What do you want to be that you aren't?
What are you not that you want to be?

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Respond to some. Respond to all. Add your own. Watch your fall.

Worth a Thousand Words

Attached to this post is a series of five pictures. Choose one of the five, and write about it. You could do a quick description, a full blown short story, or even a poem. Try going off the board with a newspaper article, or even try writing with only dialogue and no narrator. Omit/add in details as needed. 

Fear is Only What You Allow It to Be

Scared to Death

A young boy was locked in a closet. The lights were off and he couldn't see a thing. He was crying.

When the boy was only four his older brother played a nasty prank on him. He crawled under the bed and screamed. His brother told lies of a monster living under the bed. The boy started using a night light and had to sleep with the door completely open. The light annoyed him while he slept, and often times woke him up, but that was a sacrifice he was willing to make if it would keep the monster away. Only... it didn't.

What the boy was never told was that his brother has brain damage. So when he kept making up newer and newer versions of the monster story, the boy believed him. The monster started tiny and aggressive, but due to an active imagination it grew large, evil, and murderous. The boys fear grew more and more with each generation of monster. He started having nightmares and was comforted by the brother in middle of the night to go back to sleep. One day the boys brother got up early for school and went into his closet to pick out an outfit. The brother had a seizure and his brain died. He lay in the closet brain dead. When the boy woke up to find his big brother dead on the ground he shrieked in terror. The boy believed the monster had moved to the closet and attacked his dear brother. The boy slammed the door and ran to his parents. The family was a complete wreck. The boy was hysteric because he thought a monster was coming after him, and the parents because of their sons death.

That's when the night terrors began. Loud, shrieking every night came from the young boy. He was traumatized. He refused to enter the closet, he always slept with every light in his room on, and he never touched a single thing on his brothers bed. Fore he thought it was cursed. The parents thought the boy was just upset over the loss of his brother, but they were wrong. The young child was on the verge of insanity. 

One night the boy woke screaming of the monster and was woken by his parents. He bawled into their arms of the monster that was after him and how they needed to move homes to a new state, and began crazy talk, like changing their names. The father asked,"Have you seen this monster?" 

"no" the boy replied

"then how are you so sure its there?" 

"cause it killed Ben. it started under the bed but Ben made it so angry that it moved to the closet n' killed em'.. its after me now."

The father said no comforting words as he held his son. He realized he needed to be taught a lesson. So the father picked his son up and carried him. He set the boy down with a pillow and a blanket on the closet floor, and immediately shut the door and locked it. The boy was now screaming at the top of his lungs, he was so loud, he could have looked death right in the eye. Half an hour of agony screaming ended and resulted in a low sob. He was waiting for an attack. An hour passed with nothing. Not a single noise or movement. He fell asleep there with red, throbbing eyes and a pounding heart. 

The boy was most surprised when he woke up. 

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Modern Motivation
Music. A Book Without Words. The Sound Track Of My Soul. The Therapist To All My Problems. These Are Probably Just A Few Things You Can Easily Think Of When Approached About This Topic, But Is That Really What It's All About...? The Song That I Have Chosen To Have A Group Discussion On Is "What If By: Five For Fighting" Before I Begin I Want You To Click The Link Below & Listen To The Song With An Open Mind...Eyes Closed...& An Open Heart.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XT3zXs7eI0I

*Speechless* I Can't Begin To Fully Tell You How Much Emotion Is Behind This Song. I Sat At My Desktop At 4 In The Morning & Balled Like My Mother Watching "The Wedding Date". The Lyrics Are So Unbelievable Touching. Just Take A Moment To Breathe In & Out Through Another Creature. We Get So Caught Up In Our Own Lives..Our Own Drama..Our Own Problems...& Our Exaggeration's...That WE Fail To Realize That People Have It Way Worse Than Us. What If I Had Your Heart? To Think That I Could Have Anothers Ones Heart & Feel Exactly How They Feel & Every Once Of Their Emotion...Its Completely Priceless. I Would Love To Endure Anothers Pain...Maybe Than Id Understand. Id Be Able To Comprehend. 
I Wish I Could Go Inside Each & Everyone Of Your Minds & Understand Your Comprehension. I Don't Even Know Where To Begin With This Song. Bare With Me...I Promise That Everything I Say & Do Has A Purpose. I Believe That We Live In A Selfish World. Revolving Completely On Ourselves. Every One Is A Little Bit Selfish No Matter What They Say. Whether Its Your Attitude...Personality...Or Actions. I Despise & Regret Everything That I Have Done To Not Help Another Being. I Guess We Never Know How Much We Count On Each Other Until We Here Words Like 'Busy".. What Do We Do Then..? Headphones In World Out. We Shut Our Doors..Close Our Eyes....& Shut The World Out. Its Truly The Only Thing That Always Knows What Were Going Through...A Broken Heart? A Caged Life? Secret Identity? They Say The Words We Keep In. Music Speaks To Each & Everyone One Of Us No Matter If That Happens To Be Pop...R & B...Rap....Instrumental. It All Speaks...Some Just In Other Languages...

What If I Had Your Heart...? What If I Wore Your Scars...? What If You Told My Lies...? What If I Cried With Your Eyes...?

How Would We Break Down.
What If You Were Me; What If I Were You

~Amara

The Moral Newtonian Compass

We all make choise, but few of us think of how much of an impact they actually have.
Isaac Newton stated that every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

With both of these in mind, here is your burdening gift:

You have the power to stop the suffering and problems of others, no matter how big or small, nor how minor or major or how many people it effects.
If someone is sick, you can make them healthy. If someone is poor and homeless, you can give them money and a home. If someone is afflicted with a disease, you can cure them. Better yet, you can eliminate the whole disease. You can stop wars at the snap of your fingers. You even have the power to revive someone who has died.

But, with Isaac Newton as the maker of these rules, every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

That means if you make someone healthy, somone else gets sick. That homless man you gave a home and money to? Someone else loses everything. Cure a diseased person, someone else becomes afflicted. Cure the whole disease and a new one will take its place. Stop a war and a new one will begin somewhere else on the Earth. And if your parent or significant other dies, even the love of your life, and you bring them back to life, someone fitting that same role dies and takes their place.

These choices and their reactions are represented by Newton. Your morality and actions are the compass.

With this power at your fingertips, you are guided by this moral Newtonian compass alone. Which way will your compass point?

Mirror to Humanity

What is the most important question that a human being must answer?


(Bonus: does anyone recognize this question?)

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