Perfection

"The greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances." - Martha Washington
One of my new favorite quotes.

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Lately, I have been pondering life and happiness and how to live.
I have indeed been thinking about some deep sht.
One of the things I've noticed is that there is not one statement that I have heard about said topics that is 100% true, correct, or whole, as to say.
There's always going to be something missing, something left out.
There's always going to be something wrong, something controversial or indefinite.
The simple reason for this is human fault.
Again, that statement is not whole.
There is so much more to add to such a thing to make it entirely true.

Just some observations.

I'm tired now.
I am going to go write music.
(:



What do you think?

~Maria

Normal

This story bores me.
I am falling more and more into the clutches of sleep with every monotonous word.
They say literature uses fresh ideas, fresh language.
This has tired language oozing between every line.
It simply makes me cringe.
I am on the nineth paragraph right now, and I do not intend to read any further.
That is what sparknotes are for.

On a different note, I watched "Harriet the Spy: Blog Wars" on Disney Channel earlier today with a certain younger relative.
It was awful.
Bland and overused language, camera angles, and the same boring plot.
Allow me to elaborate.
The plot consists of: The main character happily living as an outcast, hating on the popular ones, then she and the head of the popular clique must compete against one another.
The protagonist begins losing and the antagonist gains astonishingly.
The protagonist then begins a lie.
Such a lie escalates and she is accepted by the popular 'sidekicks'
She gets close to the populats and loses her friends.
Then her lie blows out of the water, she is revealed as a liar, loses her popular friends, and goes back to her old ones to beg for forgiveness.
They accept and she rises again and ends up winner, and the antagonist ultimately loses.
Oh my.
>.>
They tried to put a twist on the towel rag plot, but failed.
Don't watch it. It is a waste of time.
It was not thought provoking and ultimately a forgettable movie.

However, the bland vanilla taste of it made me think only of normal.
Normal is boring.
Who in goshem's name would want to fit in and be 'normal' ?
Not me.
I'll just do as I please.
I'll keep changing and morphing until I find myself.
And when I do, if I ever do, I will cease to change.
As for now, I like who I am, I like where I am, but if I am meant to change, I will.
If not, so be it.
I suppose then I'm normal, tired, and bland, with a little bit of sugar, salt, and pepper to cover up the dish rag taste.
Then again, aren't we all ?

~Maria

Leaves Vines Life Times

What if I told you these leaves were the proof that there is something special in everyone and everything?
What if I told you I want to be like these leaves?
These leaves, oddly shaped but beautiful.
Each unique but all connected.
Stemming from the same place, but all reaching out to separate.
Yet all their efforts are useless as they are forever bound to their roots.
Only the old leaves know that without the roots, death is imperative.
The youngest ones stay close, afraid to venture.
The rest all yearn to leave, to separate, to go out into the world.

Such is true with humans.
We are all leaves.
Connected.
Some closer than others.
But we can only go so far before we realize...
we cannot live without the others.
before we realize...
rebellion is a circle.

I no longer need to wish.
For I am.

~Maria

Find the Man && Inglorious Basterd

Find the man
in this piece of 'art'
I mean,
cr@p.

I did this painting a while ago.
And while I was lying on my bed
just lying there,
I saw this on my wall and made a connection.
You know that movie, Inglorious Basterds ?
The one with Brad Pitt?
Well, I watched that earlier tonight.
If you don't know what it's about, it is a fictional story dealing with WWII in a Nazi controlled France.
It is a complicated story line and I do not wish to go in depth.
It is a good movie; look it up.
Anyways,
I was looking at this picture and I remembered that the man in this picture was hidden, not clearly visible, if you will.
That made me think of Hitler.
He was such a sick and twisted man that some say he wasn't even a man.
I say wrong.
I say he had serious mental problems and yes, he did kill so many many people, not with his hand, necessarily, but with his voice.
But he was still a man.
I am not at all for capital punishment, even to the Hitler extreme.
He was a human being for Goshem's sake.
I am NOT saying that his actions were rightly justified, even though he was severly mentally disturbed.
I am just saying that he was a gosh darn human being and some people need to realize that.
No one deserves to die.
God gave us life; he is the only one who can rightfully take it away.
Thats it.

Good movie, watch it.
Crap picture, comment it.

~Maria

Dali and a Quote

This is Dali.
Salvador Froggie Paper Thingy Dali.
Yeep.

Well,
I saw thing quote.
I think it's Paramore.
"You made up a world of magic because your life is so tragic."
Or something like that.
I liked it.
It made me think of a little kid playing pretend..
And then I thought of
someone with a mental illness,
like a schitzophrenic,
or a compulsive liar,
or someone whose only reaction formulas are fantasy and denial.
And then I thought of myself.

~Maria

Sandali! I'm playing a game.

It's a game.
It's a play.
I am having a fun time with this façade.
I'm a character in my own play.
I can change and act however I want
cuz its all a big façade.
Here in this play, I am simply a character.
A hollow shallow fake character.
But I play it so well, only I know it is a game.
Everyone else is just watching, playing their own games which just happen to intertwine with mine.
Life is a game.
Players, cheaters, twists, turns, chances, choices, ecetera.
Life is a play.
I am the lead in my play.
I am a character.
I am not who I am.
Breathing in my character, releasing whatever is left of the real me.
I am no longer who you think I am.
I am a character.
I'm winging it, improvising as I go along.
I must have lost my script sometime long ago,
because now its rolling and I'm lost.
I don't know what to do or where to go, but I do know that the end will be dynamic.
It might not be perfect, there may be no round of applause or shouts for an encore, but it will change people.
They may be hurt.
They might be surprised,
but all in all,
they will see that I lived life as an actress.
It was all an act.
It's fun. A play.
The performance of my lifetime.
Join me, won't you?
Round of applause and a cheer or two and maybe a sigh of relief when you see that all you knew of me,
all you thought of me,
was
not
real.

~Maria

Dandelions - Five Iron Frenzy

I really like this song(:
It really brightened my day today for some reason.
So now it's playing on repeat for the . . . tenth? time today.
I heard of it just this afternoon and I absolutely love it.
It's catchy!


~Maria

Artwork.

Isn't it pretty? (:

~Maria