beauty.

What is beauty? Perfection of a human? Or a human itself? It isn't the outer skin-deep shell of someone, it's the inner concealed traits of someone who denies what other people see in them.

The skin-deep shell of a person could perhaps be considered beauty to the eye, but a face can't speak what the heart holds, the mouth, of course speaks but its only a window, glass traps it before the mouth can truly tell the words. How else would we be able to differentiate between beauty and physical attractiveness? The eyes and mind could be the ones to blame, but the heart knows what is real.

Being pretty isn't a disadvantage in anyway at all, in fact why should it be? Models are paid to be pretty. Writers are paid to show beauty. They unravel the details in which could be seen on a person and don't exaggerate, with a writer what you read is what you get. Models. How can you tell? Of course they are pretty they wouldn't be paid if they weren't, but how much is real? What is makeup and computers editing to a writer? Words are words . Beauty in themselves.

I only compared beauty to words because that's what I think of it. Beauty can be found in a person, but only if they accept themselves for who they are. Beauty has been stereotyped for looks and women, why? Men, animals, places, music and art can be beautiful too. Why wouldn't it be?

Its opinion only. Beauty is held within each and every person. They just have to accept themselves.

photographs

Photographs, they are inspired little pieces of memories and happiness all rolled together into a shiny piece of paper trapped behind a thin glass panel with a frame to reflect the beauty of it all.

I have phots all around my room, I find that it gives me a sense of who I am. Some of my favourite memories are caught in a photograph forever. Memories fade but once they are caught on paper, time cannot steal it away from you.

I love going through old photos and then a whole story unravels just from one snapshot moment where an insightful genius thought to take an everlasting photo. And how some people seem to remember more then you did, and sharing the moment makes it an even better experience.

Having photographs from when you were younger shows how much you change, it shows how people grow. If you took a photo everyday for 3 or so years, the difference from the beginning to the end would be phenomenal, a person would grow right infront of your eyes. Every change would be noticed.

Taking photographs when you're on holiday as well the entire holiday can be summed up in just one photograph - generally the one with everyone in, its absolutely hilarious and the smiles are the windows which show the hearts feeling.

Photographs were made to show the memories we forget; to remember the things we thought we had forgotten; to tell stories we know and love; and never forget the people we had the best times of our life with.

thoughts.

Did you know the human brain produces approximately 70,000 thoughts on an average day? Now, in my head I'm almost 100% that my brain works overtime. There is never a time when I'm not thinking. I absolutely love it, I love that anything can happen. And although sometimes bad thinking occurs, I am adamant that it's just so I can think about happier things more, like my brain tricks me into it. How? I don't honestly know.

I come up with scenarios in my head, things that would never ever ever happen but would be so amazing if they could. I would tell you, but even to me it doesn't make that much sense.
Day-dreaming as well! I stare into space and let my mind wander off in all directions, all across my imagination. There has never been a time where I can't think of one more thing to keep my train of thought going, I have never hit the edge, the walls, the corners of the box that contains my whole brain secret and all to myself. Each string of thoughts seem to go on forever but life interupts and the day carries on as if nothing had ever happened.

I love that in your mind everything is private, its all yours. Nothing intrudes, its so complex as well. My mind seems to wonder off on a tangent by itself (if that's possible?) I love thoughts, some of them I find are so funny and like me that I want to write them all down, but impossible really.

My imagination runs wild with me, sometimes in the wrong direction and I think of unrealistic things but other times its exactly what I needed to know.

Happiness

If you could bottle happiness up and keep it in a jar, my room, no my house would be full to the brim! Can you imagine it? Jars, pots and bottles full of happiness, and when it seemed like you were carrying the worlds weight on your shoulders open up a jar and let it wrap around you. Feel its warmth and love, like a hug but so much more and then so much less. By less I mean there isn't a person putting there arms around you but more is that it fills you up like pouring water in a glass.

Being happy is like no other feeling in the universe, it has to be savoured and remembered so by bottling it there will always be a hand to lend or a friendly face when the world is against you.

Happiness comes in small pockets of life, when you see friends, when something goes your way for once, being lucky, winning something, eating your favourite thing in the whole entire world, doing a good thing for someone else, seeing a photograph which brings back forgotten memories, seeing someone you thought you wouldn't for a while, dancing in the rain, laughing on your own, just laughing, jumping about to a random song with the best people in the world, hearing a song you forgot about, just smiling, seeing the person you love, doing something nice to someone else who really needed it.
It doesn't have to be superficial happiness ~ creating something which isn't there. But true happiness needs to be made in the spur of the moment.

Even just writing this has made me smile, and think of everything funny, happy, crazy, cheery, jolly that has ever happened. If I could make the whole world smile for one day, that would make my life.

The world can be optimistic.

dreaming.

Dreams.. they aren't just the imagination running wild at night. I dream every night, I can almost guarantee it. But every single dream is different.

I dream during the day too. I find myself walking along the road in my own little world. Someone starts talking to me, they say my name and I get this rush all of a sudden I'm back.. in this world. Not in the world I want to be in, the world where anything can happen, and if someone gets hurt you know that when you wake up, it will all be okay.

I think, it makes the day better. Makes it worth it. If we didn't have dreams or ideas, what would we have? A world of grey, bleak nothingness. What's the point in that? But in my world, or your world, everything is amazing and perfect! Anything can happen.
I had a dream the other day, that I could fly. Okay.. Yes, maybe I'm a little to old for that, but I woke up and all I could think about was Me. Flying.
Who wouldn't want that?!

I dream about the future too. Not just my future. But every ones, the whole entire universe. What it would be like. I came up with everything.. the works! We had hover cars, and all these clever robots and global warming wasn't around, we'd fixed all of the problems.. and had Aliens, which therefore meant we had conquered space. Well I hoped we had.

My future counts too. What I want to do keeps me going. I want to write, and hopefully this is the starting point. A very special friend told me to do this, I'm not sure if he still reads this, we've drifted, but he means the world to me. And I hope he reads this, otherwise I'll be speaking to nobody. So this is how it started, a small teeny weeny dream, some encouragement and then.. this is all I think about! All I want to do is write. Maybe this is the turning point.

Dreaming, is everything. Don't ever forget it. Anything can happen.

to much routine.

Now I'm not really one to complain, but lately I've realised how much routine is dictating my life. Don't get me wrong, sometimes its good and I know what I'm supposed to be doing. But more recently I've really noticed how same-y my life is. I get up at the same time 5 days in a row, I eat the same breakfast, I put on the same uniform, I leave my house at the same time, I get to school at the same time, I have the same time timetable all day everyday, I go home from school at the same time, and then time wastes away until I go to bed and then it starts all over again..

I sort of want it to go away, for a whole week and to leave me alone.

I want to get up when I want, do what I want that day, not just as a weekend, but each day wake up in a different country.
I think Day 1 I would spend on a beach in Australia, BBQ-ing and attempting to surf, wearing summer clothes all day.
Day 2 I would wake up in Italy and have my culture fix, visit Rome and Venice see everything I've ever wanted.
Day 3 I would open my curtains in The Alps and learn to ski for that day, try some good old French food.
Day 4 I would be in Africa, where the Elephants roam, the giraffes, lions and all sorts. Really see the scenery and nature that's out there.
Day 4 I would spend my day in Hollywood, see if the dream really is the reality.
Day 5 I would run away to China and see how they live for a day, all the oriental food and dresses. The towns and streets.
Day 6 I would pop back to America to have my day in New York, see Brooklyn and Madison Avenue. The Empire State and the Statue of Liberty.
And on my final day of Day 7 I would find my own desert island, mine all mine. Have the perfect day on the beach, just watch the water and the world go by, sleep in a hammock and attempt to catch fish, sun bathe and sleep, read and read and read. No technology at all, just nature.

That is how I would spend my week, if routine wasn't involved.

books.

Don't you just love it when you pick up that book from the shelf that you've been meaning to read for god knows how long, and you storm through it? Every page, every word is so exilerating to read you cant put it down, not even for a moment. Your so beyond obsessed with it, that you have to finish it, but you cant ! You want to know what happens, but it cant ever end.

I read A Tiny Bit Marvellous and wow, thats all i can say. If anyone is reading this, buy it; borrow it; any means necassary you must read it !

Does anyone else do it, when they imagine themselves as the person speaking, or being in their world? Not intruding or anything, but experiencing their life. That would be great, when your feeling down, just to jump into someone elses world, someone imagination, a perfect place to ignore anything else.

I absolutely adore books, they are the best thing when everything is bad, you can just ignore the whole world. Headphones in, book up, comfy sofa and sorted. The world is right once again when my heads in a book.  I could go for hours not talking to anyone just reading to myself.