"Our creative consciousness is not limited," -Unknown.

When I was in the first grade, I remember going out to playground looking for some girls to play with. I remember the sky was a light gray, the swings were swinging, the trees swaying along with the slight breeze, and the chatter of children's voices surrounding me. The kids here weren't the typical type of kids to let anyone play, but the type you have to do this, in order to get this. I remember asking if it was okay to play with these two girls and they told me I was only allowed to play with them if I could see their imaginary castle. I walked away and sat on the green bench next to where they were playing. I sat and thought long and hard about the word "imagination." What it meant, how to spell it, and if I had one... I went up to those girls and told them I could finally see their castle. But in reality I couldn't. I felt guilty to have lied about not having an imagination. But as I went home that day, all I could think about is "how to get an imagination." I wanted friends so badly, I lied to myself and to them to understand the feeling of real friendship.

Looking back on my life, it makes me upset to think about how I used to act around people, and how people would act around me. I used to swing on the swing of life, with most of my friendships right there next to me, holding my hand and pushing me. Higher and higher the swing got, until there were no more hands to hold or people to push me. Just an empty swing with no one there for me. Not only was no one beside but no one was in the view of my future. The feeling of being alone and sad. The feeling of imagination never being there. The feeling of anger and despair, hoping one day I would get out of there... and so I did. I did eventually, and I thought wow my life is going to be pretty dandy once I just leave this part behind. We all think that when the swing of life catches back up with us, but sooner than later the swing set of life will be no more and the playground of our childhood will no longer be. The words "grow up" will be in your near future and the idea of being a kid is no such thing. Grow up and stop playing. This world is just a giant board game. The board game isn't a board game anymore.... it's just a board. The playground isn't a playground anymore, but just a ground. Open your eyes and fill your mind with the real world.... rise and shine sweetie, it's time to Wake Up.

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If the world were to end tomorrow, how would you feel, what would you regret and what would you feel you'd miss the most? The world was burning, trees are dying, flowers don't grow in my garden, the sky is dark, while the sun doesn't shine anymore. As the world begins to fill the air with dust and heat. The smell of pine trees that surround you are no more. The sun doesn't rise nor does it set. The mountains have crumbled down and the oceans have been absorbed by land. The sky is dark without light, and our hearts are sad as we don't have a place to call "home." We sit on the edge of the world beginning to believe in the end of time. No more, no more, no more. The feeling you get when waking up each day, the feeling you get when your mind smiles and your heart listens, the feeling of joy when you see children playing... is no more. This world is gone and we cannot go back. You chose to waste time and fool around. The earth was fed up with the world's brokeness and the hidden truths in the soil. There is no more and we cannot go back. What now? And what will you do?

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Remember waking up to the smell of fresh fruit, eggs, and bacon. Remember the days waking up, going outside to listen to the birds chirping and the trees swaying with the wind. I remember. But not every day was that easy. As we all wish the world would turn to our advantage, that would be nice, but the world turns on its own. No need of help from others, just the way the world is revolving. The amount of people on this planet, is too many to count, the number changes every second, and yet again that's just how the world is revolving. Change is inevitable, along with the way we continue to live our lives. From the time we were little, we were told to look both ways before crossing the street, don't talk to strangers, and pay attention to our surroundings. This all changed so quickly, as time progressed. We soon begin to realize that was for protection, but at the same time it wasn't. The rules of our childhood have vanished, and that's just how we change. We are growing weeds in a field full of sunflowers, patiently waiting to blossom, waiting to see the world for what is truly is. The weeds are the forgotten ones, the ones whose rules no longer apply, we see the world for a place we wish to cover up. Hide our leaves and go back to being buried in the soil. Or being pulled from the ground and leaving the soil for once, and for all. The weeds are the ones who don't care anymore, who talk to individuals we may not necessarily know, or consider to be the same as us. We walk through the fields of life without a sense of why or where we may be going, all we know is one day this field will be gone, our lives will be gone, and so will this planet. And that's just how life is. We're all just weeds in a field full of sunflowers...

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