The Vultures

         Isolated from societal opinions, it is in the woods I walk. This is where I find myself wandering without a purpose, my journal firmly squeezed in my cold bare hands. The sun begins to split through the trees and the outdoor air fills my lungs with freshness and rebirth.The further I walk into the woods the more I feel a victim to inspiration. As an idea comes to mind the lid from my pen begins to slide off. Releasing the the journal from the death grip my hands have provided, as to not drop my it I slowly begin to sit down on the cool forest floor. Bending my knees and, placing my hands on the ground first I feel the dirt move between my fingers. With my pen free and my journal open in my hand I frantically began to write. Sometimes, sadly inspiartion comes and goes faster then my pen can scratch, and then I am left in the woods wandering alone with nothing to do; however today, in the woods this is not the case. The faster my pen scratches at the page the more open my mind becomes. Looking up it seems as if the the trees have created a blanket making me believe I am in a different world. Even more isolated then I was before. My mind is focused like a tiger when its ready to pounce on it's prey. The more I write the faster time goes by and in the end the pages of my journal begin to burst with colourful words popping out in every sentance. Satisfied with the events that transpired in my journal I place my pen back into it's cage, slowly I begin to close my journal hiding it from the opininated elements. Getting up, dusting off my black tights I begin to walk, again with my hands providing a death grip for my journal. The closer I get to the outskirts of the forest the more I begin to feel extremely vulnerable to the opinionated vultures that lurk above. As I exit the forest I have nothing to cover me over head, and walking down the street it is sad to see that the lurking vultures begin to dive down and peck at my journal for all it has to offer.

What is fate?

What is fate?
 According to google fate is destiny: an event (or a course of events) that will inevitably happen in the future. 
Is it true then that one can control the outcome of their own fate? If something is inevitable its bound to happen; There is not any one way you can alter the outcome of something inevitable. How is it then that one can determine their own fate? Many people believe in fate but, they believe that they can change their fate; If you believe in fate entirely why try and alter it (especially if it can not be altered in the first place)? Also, if you whole heartedly believe in fate why try? In the end you're going to become what "fate" had prescribed to you. 


I'm not saying I don't believe in fate. There are instances where I, myself, use the word fate loosely while still believing in it. I believe everything in life happens for a reason. That, one day, everything will all make sense and come together even though I never planned it to. Hence, fate. However, I believe that fate should not be labeled as the inevitable outcome yet, as an unplanned ending to something wonderful, you can alter it and twist it in many ways to make it work for you. 

Blogging, its a first.

As a new "blogger" I found it fit that I "blog" about being new to "blogging". This is not a personal choice to start a blog, yet an assignment given to me.  Hopefully I come to embrace this experience whole heartedly. Nevertheless blogging is not something I would of thought of doing but having just started I can see myself having tones of fun with this and hopefully everyone will too! To make my blog my own I decided to add a piece of music to each entry I add. Right now I am listening to Bon Iver Skinny Love: