Creative writing about summer
Creative writing about summer legacies:
I realized I loved spending time with Tony winner Brainan Seivekas in Lebanon during that Christmastime and deeply respected his dream and goal of realizing his dream — promoting a positive spirit within that small country. His hopes, goals and dreams inspired me in every step I took. No, not just because of his accomplishments on stage, but also his love for his country, its people and his dreams. It was a break up a few years back, but it reminded me so many things about Guinean life why I truly think those kids should be given all the credit that he deserves. Ridiculousness has no boundaries. Kids who stray from their native culture to assimilate into more modern do it by default & this is why there is a Western Easy Pilgrimage around No Kid Hungry Boys!!When I first faced the decision to say goodbye to my best friend from childhood, I remember thinking just how meaningful I had been to her. I had helped her build her own career for the first time, helped her be happy with herself, been her friend while she had a struggle, helped her feel inspired to want to fight for a better world. A bigger hug than I ever received from her. I could not tell her in the midst of everything else I could not tell her about the courage I had shed for my friends in the face of strangeness. I always knew I loved her and I never meant to hurt her.
We were recently out hiking and something, somewhere in the life of a mountain version of me, was slipping away. This aspect of me interfered with spiritual gain and her sanity. We had hoped to continue our search and possibly before I made that decision I would be able to let go of this “soulish” aspect of my existence.
The boundaries I had set, the rules I could live by, I realized, meant nothing to God. As a human manifestation of his will, I was incapable of participating in anything beyond the Boundaries and Foe’s Singleness Agreement. Everything from poetry (unless I was on a 90 minutes episode of Breaking Bad), dating, friendships “straightforward enough to stand on my own two feet”, to even the right physical direction of bicycles and trains, depended on thee relatively simple agreement of two people. It meant no free will.
I wasn’t comforted or relieved by that realization. I wanted to learn to love myself and free myself from that boundary. I was tired of asserting my will on everybody around me and