We tend to think the world is no longer filled with beautiful trees and lovely nature. The truth is, it still is, just not in the way we think. The difference is the trees that once gave us pure air and a sense of peace have become the paper that now suffocates us. Money has taken over our lives. It determines if we eat or starve, if we have the privilege to get an education, and whether we can chase our dreams. What God once created to bring us pure air and peace now fuels

Mostest, a word I have only heard from myself and my mother, since our love for each other is simply so strong that the word "most" just did not cut it. I see my mom not only as my mother but, funny enough, as my father too, since mine never cared to step up. She plays the role of both of my parents and also my best friend. No matter how many friends I have had in my life so far or how many more I will have, she has always stuck around, even in my darkest moments and even in

I do not recall the last time I sat down and admired something for its art, whether it is the sky, the rivers, or simply the art of people being people. Art is in everything: in writing your deepest and most astonishing thoughts, listening to the stories of the past from your loved ones, the chirping of birds, the watercolor sunsets, and the sunrises that remind us every day we begin from square one once again. It is in the musical masterpieces from every century and, truly,

When words flow out of you, trying to get someone to hear, the waves of unwanted voices crash into you, making you feel as though, once again, the current has pushed you away. You feel as though the hint could not be any greater; however, everyone is still oblivious to your true emotions. A mask has formed, and now no one knows who you truly are because your emotions make up what you truly are. Without hearing, seeing, and understanding these fragile and delicate thoughts, yo

True beauty is something that we do not all have, but we can make of ourselves. However, not in the way you might be thinking. True beauty is not about applying layers of makeup to create an entirely new face or using pounds of hairspray to give the appearance of luscious locks. Perhaps true beauty is in the bright redness of your cheeks resembling a red rose, or perhaps it is the tons of freckles you have resembling the stars in the night sky. Now, do not be fooled. True bea

Who am I? A question that might seem daunting to even ask yourself. But I find myself constantly doing just that, simply wondering, Who am I? For instance, what do I truly look like in the eyes of a stranger? I also wonder: Who am I in the sense of my personality? Do I even have a personality, or do I just adapt to others? One person may see me as kind, another may see me as rude. One person may think I’m ugly, while someone else may find me beautiful. But what do I see mysel