Philosophies of a Simple Girl

A Story by poetdweller

some random tangents on different things... quite deep.. will require a thinkin cap

Reading is for the fantasiers. They feel more emotions, and explore the depth of how other places and things are, and learn how empty and boring this world is. I am not being too harsh or misunderstanding, because I am one myself, and I regret it every minute of my aching life. You cannot see the beauty of the dragon and touch the brass scales, ride the broom during a quidditch match, or even visit or talk with the characters that become your friends. You spend too much time in fake reality, and don’t gain traits for the real world.

You might ask what I’ve done with my life to make me so “wise” to make these bold statements. Wisdom is thankfulness for everything, and opinionating intelligence in a way most people cannot. It is seeing deeper into the simple things. To one person, a flower that comes from between cracked concrete is only that, a flower, but to others who show wisdom, it is something more. The flower shows the daring and beauty of coming from the depths of darkness where little lies and flourishing into something new, knowing that at any moment, you could be stepped on, and yet you still try.

I am not saying, however, that you do not need experiences in life to be wise. They are the gem cutter that helps define the knowledge of the given situation. You cannot give wise knowledge about how to ride a horse if you’ve never ridden one of those gallant creatures. You need experiences that you can relate to the metaphorical adventures inside of yourself.

Thankfulness is one word that everybody uses about as often as profanity, in hopes that you are not a person to swear too much. It is everywhere, it lives and breathes the beauty in the earth with a resembling crisp and clear. Thank the world for the gentle warm breeze, green grass, and even geese crossing the street. Although you may not like having to wait since it’s illegal to run them over, look, for example, the Canadian goose, as it walks like a princess, its black shined shoes proudly strutting, its wings glossy and warm, shining with the sun, and its beautiful eyes dazzling the grey and neutral society. I am not saying I particularly enjoy geese. I think they are loud, sometimes too aggressive, and crap everywhere, but everything has beauty to be grateful of.

The truly intelligent are the best romantics (not in M rated ways, don’t think of it that way) They can think quickly of metaphors that can warm the heart. A beautiful carved stone: this is my love to you, never fading, or a funny one; a piece of plastic: even in a million years when this decays, I’ll still love you, or a prism: you bring the color into my world, and so on. Every heart stiffens and vomits when we start to say roses are red, violets are blue… its way past its death. For goodness sake, let us bury it and stay where it belongs, we learned that one in elementary school.

Sometimes we base our life to dependant on one thing, there are many examples of that foolishness, even I do it myself! However, there are many different kinds that pollute the world.

Boyfriends/Girlfriends. It’s truly pathetic how they believe they cannot live without another other special one in their life. Get over yourself, you’re still a good persona and can live your life fine without them, I know many wise people who were never married and gave up on dating and they’re perfectly normal, to an extent, sometimes old people can be a little… odd.

The next one, no, don’t cringe, is sports. This is the thing I base my life upon. Although I am very intelligent, that isn’t how I want to get into college, my life is volleyball, so I become an empty emotionless, complete, utter, wreck before tryouts each year. Let’s hope I make it for the sake of my family member’s sanity.

Beauty models. Now you’re probably smirking at the unintelligence they seem to have, thinking that they are the prettiest woman in America and how THEY will be the pageant beauty winner and THEY will get good money so they don’t get good schooling at all, or even build much muscle. They are weak, incompetent, failures if they don’t make it in life, with nothing else but flipping hamburgers at McDonalds.

(if the picture doesn't show, it is of a really short dog and it says "this is fluffy, he is the destroyer of worlds) You looked bored, so I wanted to lighten things up for a moment, but this picture brings some thoughts. The world is bound on its destruction with anger and hatred. I won’t get on a tangent though, don’t worry.

(This is a picture of a dog on its hind legs picking up its own poop with a pooper scooper) This explains enough, we should all clean up our own messes. The world would be cleaner, greener, and less exhausting for the philanthropists. Seriously, pick up the piece of trash. It just looks cleaner without it there.