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.
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 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.
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.
Max was a college aged boy who was having to deal with many different complications at the same time. One such issue for him was that he hadn’t gotten a girlfriend yet, which was to him, the biggest issue he had. He was of about average height and average physique, not too skinny and not too fat with a bit of muscle on him. He had an okay looking face, but he always assumed it was his personality that kept him from attracting a female.
Another problem was that he was working while going to school. He was working a lot in order to help pay for school and to pay for his bills. His professors, on top of his work, expected him to study and focus on their assignments for several hours a week. These conflictions became very overbearing and he wasn’t able to excel in one or the other. Max’s below average grades were on par with his sub par work ethic at work. Everything seemed to be coming down around him. He didn’t want to be stuck at his dead-end job for the rest of his life, although he couldn’t quit since he had to still pay his bill.
The truth was, this wasn’t just something he was having to deal with, many of his friends were having problems, either with one, the other, or both. College wasn’t what he had expected, he thought it was going to be mainly partying and some studying. He never thought about work as a part of going to college. His parents told him that they never had to work in college because everything was so cheap when they went. Max just wanted to get away from it all, however he knew that dropping out of college would be like career suicide and he knew that no matter what, he would still have to get a job somewhere. He was trapped…. Or so it seemed.
The friends that Max had made over the two years that he had been in college helped him to trudge his way through the mess that he called life. Without them, he would’ve quite after the first semester of college. People always tell him that when he makes it to the ‘real world’ that it’ll be harder. How can the real world be any harder than working, going to school, and paying all of your bills? One could only figure that the bills would be higher and work, more intense.
In the end, Max knew that going to college was the right choice. He had stuck with it for at least two years, he might as well finish… Even if it was hard to do. When he was in high school, he thought getting into college was the hard part. The truth was, that was the easy part. Day after day, Max continued to try to figure out his life. Day after day, things continued to change… Hopefully for the better. Higher test scores, and a better work ethic. That was his current goal. The college life is tough.
“I want to go to space! I want to go to the moon! I want to be the first man on Mars!”
These are the things that people seem to dream about and I just don’t get it. Why would you want to go so far away from home if all that you’re going to get from it is homesickness and a little bit of awe. In reality the only reason people want to do these things is for their own egos. That way, if they were to do these things, then they would be able to brag about it. That’s what I think anyway.
Five days a week I go to school to learn more and more about the world around me. Both physical and theoretical. Why must we learn about all of these things if one day we will all just die and wither away. Everything is meaningless, your dreams, memories, friends. It all will disappear eventually.
Despite all of these things, I have a dream. Now, my dream is not some amazing and famous thing like being the most famous actor or being an NFL Quarterback. No, my dream is to live a successful life and have no regrets when I lay down on my death bed. I dream of helping to create a world that is much better than the world that I was born into.
My grandfather was the biggest inspiration to me. He was a man that taught me everything from manners and proper etiquette, to playing baseball. When he died of cancer, I spent many years trying to figure out why such a good man should have to go. That’s when I realized that nothing ever lasts forever and that you have to take hold of what you have and do your best with it. The world will try and take things from you and you just have to do your best with what you have.
Little by little, my world changes and molds into what I want it to become. It’s not a grandiose plan in order to change the entire world. But, I firmly believe that as long as I can do my part where I am at, then I can help to change the world as a whole. My dream of becoming a better person and hopefully creating a better world because of it is nothing but a pipe dream unless I do something about it. I realize that my living in the middle of a small town in Nebraska won’t do a whole lot on the world seen, but what I do here might contribute to at least this community.
My other dream is to work a job that feels meaningful to me and pays my bills while still putting money back for later. That job will help me to benefit the community and world around me in many ways. Because, if I’m happy, then I can make others happy. And happiness, if only just for a moment, can change the world. That’s my dream.