The Trail of Life

Life is a strange and awkward trail that takes its hikers on a journey of a lifetime. This journey can be made more difficult or easier depending on the decisions the hiker makes, however the trail is never easy. Life is in fact the longest and hardest trail that a hiker will ever take.  When a hiker starts their hike along the path , they can choose to make their own path or follow a path already laid in front of them. This brand new path might end up not going anywhere, it might end up leading to another already beaten path, or it might become its own brand new path for others to follow.

The trail is a difficult one where hikers must be able to overcome obstacles such as boulders, rivers, mountains, etc. Life is exhausting and is not easily traversed. Many hikers become confused on the trail and don’t know where they are at, however as long as they continue on their path they will find out where they are going eventually. The secret to the trail called Life is to just put one foot in front of the other and you will find your way. Just keep going,

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Questions to Mankind

When I think of how the world is and how it works, it disgusts me. People only look out for themselves and only help others when it is convenient for them. Employees brown nose their bosses in order to try to get a leg up on their coworkers for a position or a raise. The tasks that they perform are meaningless. Day in and day out they do the same mind-numbing tasks. It begs the question, “What if they treated each other as well as they treat the dollar?” Could we truly fix the problems that the world has just by treating each other better? If instead of stepping on each other, we picked each other up would we be able to create new technologies not yet known to man? Or is it that because we step on each other that we find such technologies? It is known that the Cold War is what pushed Man to reach the Moon. Is it that only by the fear of others that we are able to progress as a society? If we were able to get rid of prejudice and war would we be able to work together and create a better world, or would we just stay stagnant with only a handful of advancements to push us further along? Should we have jobs where we have time constraints, or is it that by having these time constraints that we create these advancements? Mankind has molded the Earth with its hands, but never created it. If something didn’t create another, then can it truly destroy it? Therefore humanity could only ever destroy itself. Mankind is a chooser or its own destiny. Will it fix its problems or will it collapse on itself?

Workaholic

“Sometimes everything just feels like it’s collapsing in around you. Like you can’t ever get anything done and you are constantly feeling anxious. I really wish I could fix this never ending cycle of thinking that leads to anxiety.” Josh explains to his therapist.

“Well it looks to me like what you really should be doing is either a: just doing whatever it is that is stressing you out, or b: find ways to cope with your anxiety such as exercise.” Answers the therapist. “And if that doesn’t work, I can prescribe you some medication that will help with the anxiety.”

“Gee, thanks doc. I’ll try doing more exercise to see if that helps. If not I’ll do the medication.”

“Well then, it seems like our session is over. Thank you for coming by and if you need anymore help don’t hesitate to call.”

“Thank you and I definitely will.”

Josh is a workaholic who has a tendency to stress out about things that he didn’t get done while he was at work. This stress got so bad that his boss noticed and told him to go see a therapist or take a vacation, because he was antagonizing his coworkers and it was effecting how much work he was getting done. Which is why he ended up talking to a therapist. He couldn’t bear the thought of taking time off of work for a vacation. He had too much stuff to get done at work.

After the therapy session, Josh went to his work and decided to take advantage of the gym that the company he worked for supplied for its employees. For Josh, this would be the first time he had worked out since he had finished college six years ago.The company gym was basically empty of other workers except for two joggers. It seemed like the best option to start with was running on the treadmill since the others were doing it. This proved to be not so ideal for Josh since he didn’t have much endurance and all he ended up doing was walking on the treadmill and dwelling on tasks not yet finished.

Next, he decided that lifting weights might work. So he walked over to the nearest weight rack and picked up some dumbbells and began to curl them. It felt good. Until the cramping started. He had forgotten to stretch before hand and nearly dropped the weights on his feet. Josh laid still until the pain went away and then decided to do a couple of stretches that he used to do in college. This is when he realized that he used to spend so much time with friends and working out with them was so much fun. Fun. That is something he hadn’t thought about in so long. Work had been the only thing that ever crossed his mind since his wife left him.

They had met towards the end of college and she became his world. They moved to a different state and got ‘adult’ jobs. They dreamed of having of a family, of having a house. Over time though, that dream seemed further and further away. The fighting started shortly after they found out that she couldn’t have children. Shortly after that they decided to try to find a house, but the housing market was too expensive for them and they could not ever decide on a house that they both liked for a decent price. The fighting got worse and worse until it just stopped. They started spending more and more time working and less time enjoying each others company. That was when she left. One day he came home from a long day at work and nothing of hers was in the house. Josh tried to call her but she never picked up. She just sent him a text saying “Bye”.

Josh grabbed the dumbbells and furiously curled them to dull the pain within himself. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes but he just couldn’t let them fall. There was nothing he could do now about his wife. All he could do now was figure out how to enjoy life, and working all the time wasn’t how he was going to do it. Josh got up, put the dumbbells away and drove down to the nearest club. It was already night-time and he decided to enjoy the nightlife since he hadn’t ever done so before. His reasoning wasn’t to drink the night away in sorrow, but to try to make friends and potentially have a one night stand for the first time since college. Sure it was the middle of the week, but his boss said he could take off for a couple of days to get his head on straight.

The club ended up being a fairly dull experience, however it proved to be a turnaround in his life since he had more fun in that one night then he had had since his honeymoon. “Life is going to better now. I’m not going to let myself be so focused on work that I can’t have fun. I’m going to forgive myself and my ex-wife and I will focus on the good things in life moving forward. Well, maybe I should stay focused on work… While approaching from a more fun perspective.” Josh thought to himself. “I will have fun.”

The Power of Music

Music flows through my ears and into my eyes to create the most wonderful images. I find that the most creative worlds come into existence when listening to music. It lets me see into the brightest and darkest places and walk through them with amazement. Music becomes the physical representation of our subconscious and we get to sit back and enjoy the wonders that are created. Listening to music creates a satisfying array of objects no matter what genre. Each creates their own worlds, with each song molding the world to fit the mood. Music is powerful, it is a world building tool within our minds that we can use to escape our own. When I watch music, I can either see what the artist is trying to convey, or I can create my own interpretation. Music is like modern art, you have to use your imagination to create the masterpiece before you. However, with music you create the painting with your mind while someone else gives you the tools to use. This is the power of Music. Build your world.

The World Through My Eyes

In this world, we tend to only to see things in black and white, but what we don’t realize is that the world is full of many different colors like a Van Gogh painting. The scent of the air is fresh like a freshly cut lawn.  The sounds around us are like an orchestra playing constantly only with different melodies. But people don’t notice these things, they only notice what they want to notice, but I notice them. I notice them because I am a dog.

I know what your thinking, “Dogs can’t see color.” You would be wrong. I can see many different colors, and they are gorgeous. However, I could be a special case of a dog, but I don’t think that to be true. The reason I say that is because every time my owner and I go to the park, the other dogs tell me about the things they have seen. That is, however, after we smell each other hello.  The trees and grass are so green when it is warm out, and yellow or bare when it is cold. That doesn’t stop us from having fun though. We play with each other until our owners tell us that we have to leave.

Home is the best place in the world. It’s where I sleep, I cuddle with my owner, and where I eat and drink at. I love Home because that is where my owner is, and I love my owner. Sometimes we even play there too, and sometimes I get in trouble. But that is okay because we still love each other. What could possibly make this better? The answer to that question is simple, if everyone could take a step back and see the world through my eyes, the eyes of a dog, then everything would be better. People would appreciate things more, because life is full of color, you just have to open your eyes to see it.

Sorry!

Sorry I haven’t been writing much lately. I’ve been busy with school and work and haven’t had any time to write stories the way that I would like them to be. I want to be able to write quality stories, but I don’t feel like I’d be able to do that at this time. I should be able to write again soon. Anyways, I just felt like I need to address why I’ve been lacking in my writing lately.

A Second Chance

One of the hardest things to have to do in life, is to tell someone that everything they strove for in life, wasn’t going to come to fruition. It’s even harder to have someone tell you that you aren’t going to be able to achieve your dreams. That’s what happened to me. My name is Michael Weathers, and I have just been diagnosed with cancer. On top of the fact that I was just diagnosed, I am thousands of dollars in debt to the college I graduated from two weeks ago. The doctors told me that I can go even further into debt, but it would be fronted to my parents after I die.

You might be wondering why, after being diagnosed, I’ve been so pessimistic about living. Well, for one reason, It’s because the doctors only gave me four months to live. Now for a twenty-four year old, that’s not a lot of time. I decided that I would try to do everything that I ever wanted to do, but I had no money to do those things. I couldn’t borrow money from the bank because I was already in so much debt. This caused me to spiral into deeper depression. Eventually I came to terms with the idea that I would die, and that would be that. There wasn’t anything that I could do about that.

I finally snapped out of my depression when I met a man who asked me if I wanted to go to Mars. He had messaged me online, after he had found out about me nearing death. He then found out that I had a Microbiology degree and wanted to use it. As well, there was an experiment of his to see how the radiation in space, affected cancer patients. In other words, my life would be an experiment. I hastily agreed to this, because I had always wanted to go to space, and also I had nothing to lose. In fact, if the radiation from space actually does work, then I would get a second chance at life.

After many emails back and forth with the guy online, we officially met at a privately owned in Sweden’s launch pad. A team of about six people had been assembled for this adventure. We all knew that it was basically going to be a suicide mission, but at this point, we didn’t care. The investments that we had made just to get to this point were large, some quit their jobs and each one of us spent a couple of thousand dollars get ready for our trip to Mars. I had to use insurance money to cover my cost. We had trained for about two weeks in order to help us acclimate to the environment of space.

The day that we were to leave for Mars, my crew mates and I entered the spaceship and indeed did launch into space. As we made it through the atmosphere, we noticed that we hadn’t been properly trained for the weightlessness that one feels when you’re in space. The initial feeling was the worst because although we were expecting a change in gravity, we weren’t expecting it to feel like it did. It definitely was a surprise to us all. Flying through space at a high-speed was very humbling since we knew how fast we were traveling, but we also knew just how long it would take to get to Mars.

We had a doctor in the crew to make keep tabs on how my cancer was doing, and to take care of other members of the crew. After about a month of traveling through space Doc, which is the nickname that we gave the doctor, told me that my cancer had gone away. It was great news to hear and the whole crew applauded when they saw me. Everyone’s spirits were lifted, since the darkness of space has made everyone gloomy. I knew though, that the cancer hadn’t left. Doc only told me and the crew that to cheer everyone up. But I knew the truth… and I didn’t care, because the fact of the matter is. I got a second chance at life. Even if I still die of cancer soon, I still have a chance to be one of the first humans on Mars. I will be one of the pioneers to studying micro organisms on Mars as well. Even if I don’t make it to Mars, how many other people can say that they’ve been off of the planet Earth.  I can at least say that. So I don’t care about my cancer anymore, I only care about what I can do now. I am just so glad I was given a second chance.