Who I Am

I am one, but there are three in me.  Most days two fight for dominance, and, depending on my mood, the second one may win.  I am three, three crammed into one.

I am the book-worm, the quiet girl in the library no one knows is there.  I am intelligent, creative, and shy.  I think about my second personality, wishing I could have the courage to let it out more often, but I know that would not be very smart.

You see, my second personality is the classic rebel, not giving a dam what people think about me and making a difference, whether in my life, someone else's, or the wold.  Sometimes this personality will slip out when I am with my friends or under high stress situations.  This is my most dangerous personality, but not the one I keep most hidden.

Deep down, I am a dreamer.  I believe in unicorns, angels, leprechauns and a pot of gold waiting at the end of a rainbow.  I believe in true love, fairy tale endings, and that magical kiss in the rain.  I believe there is a place where there is no war, no suffering, no death.  I believe in magic; I believe anything I am told.

My third personality, you might say is a naive child who has not yet been taught what to believe.  No.  It is a child, but I would say she has not yet been tainted by the horrors of this world.  She had not been touched by stereotypes, racism, sexism, dirty minds of teenagers, the degrading mental state of America - she is PURE.  She is INNOCENT.  She is my soul.

My first, I let show.  My second, a strong desire I sometimes cannot control.  My third, who I truly am.

Happy Fourth of July: Remember the Sacrifices

            He sighed in relief as the last of the signers lifted his feather from the paper.  “Thank you; I must take this strait to General Washington,” Thomas said.

            “Are you leaving now?” the other man asked.

            He nodded, heading for the door.  His heart was pounding in his chest.  They were all under heavy surveillance and this was to be the hardest leg of his journey.  It was all up to him; the fate of the new world rested in the hands of Thomas Jefferson.  “If I should make it before dawn I must leave now.”

            “Very well.  For freedom,” the man said as he opened the door for one of the greatest founders of America.

            “For independence.”  It ends tonight.  There will be liberty.  “Farewell, my friend,” Thomas said, mounting his horse and taking off into the night with only a single ambition in his mind.

            “Goodbye, and Godspeed.  May God save us all,” he whispered after him.

Open Eyes

            My friend asked me the other day, “What do you live for?”  You see, we were in a theological discussion at the time and I had told him that what I believe differs from his beliefs.  Upon finding that I did not have the same idea of God that he does, he asked me that question.  I didn’t have the words to tell him that night.  So this is for you.  This is what I live for.

            A man named Robert Cody once said, “Have courage to live.  Anyone can die.”  I live for my potential, my dreams.  I live for what I can be, how I can change the world.  I live to do something with my life, to truly be alive.  I told him I live for my family, my dog.  But I am selfish.  They can survive without me.  I live for my future and what I want to accomplish.  I want to make a change; what I see today disgusts me.  We live in steel cages.  We avert our eyes from the sight of the poor.  Our government is corrupt and lying.  But we...we are naïve, blindfolded, and trusting as a newborn.  I want to open the world’s eyes.  I want to show you everything.  But I don’t know how.  I live to find out how.  I live for Freedom.  For Justice.  For Truth.  I live for open eyes.