Without Bitterness

One night, my friends and I decided to play a game. The game pinned the boys against the girls with the objective to sing a song that contained a certain word. Round One was based off of singing a song that contained the word "Love". Immediately, the girls team started to sing the chorus of  I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston. From there, it was a back and forth battle until both teams couldn't think of a song with the word "Love" in it. The next round ironically contained the word "bitch" and this brought out so much laughter. The funny thing was, the boys were lucky that I was there that night to be on their team. It got to the point where even some of the girls were saying-- "How does Noah know all of these songs?" I do not remember who won and who lost. For the sake of preserving history, lets just say that it was a stalemate. I guess music comes naturally to me. Which is to say I listen to A LOT of music, and a lot of di

The year was 1999, and I tell you God's honest truth. It was four months removed from the birth of my little brother Evan. My Dad had promised me that he would take me to the movie theatre to see Tarzan once my mom "popped that baby out". He kept that promise. The actual experience of seeing the movie in the theatre is a bit vague to me. I do remember owning a copy of Tarzan on VHS, a copy of a Disney Picture book from the movie, and anything that I could get my hands on that had to do with Tarzan , I got a hold of it. The most prized possession out of the Tarzan Collection that I had as a child was the soundtrack of the movie. I have a lot of fond memories of family and friends jamming out to that soundtrack! It is that effing amazing of a soundtrack! We have Phil Collins to thank for the greatness of that soundtrack. The only way that I can describe the experience of watching the film and listening to the music, is the fulfillment of musical pleasure. Entering

I'm a guy that wants to both speak up; then the next day wants nothing more than to listen to other people. To lead the pack in my own direction; then take the back of the bandwagon and only get off the bus if the driver is heading towards the pits of hell. I'm a guy that feels happy about his life one day, then is frustrated and anxious about his life the next day. I'm not sure what it is considered in psychology or mental health. Definitely not Depression! Maybe mood swings or anxiety? I would aim towards anxiety, but if I could give my own name to it I would call it Unavoidable Selfishness. Due to the amount of thought that I give towards myself and the things in my life. I hate being sucked into myself, and having to mentally climb out in order to consider, think, and pray about someone else. Everyone that I love, they care about me so much. They want nothing more than what is best for me. These people range from my parents back home, to my roommate that sleeps on

World renowned Literary Genius: J.K. Rowling, and one of the leading individuals responsible for bringing her imagination and creativity to life: director David Yates.....well they have done it again! An empty gap began to form in the hearts of fans over five years ago when the finale of the Harry Potter cinematic series was released, and that gap has thankfully been filled with a new story entitled Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. First and foremost, I want to commend Eddie Redmayne (Newt), Collin Farrell (Graves), Samantha Morton (Mary Lou) , Katherine Waterson (Tina), and Dan Fogler (Mr. Kowalski) for their performances in their main roles. In addition, I wish to congratulate the entire cast and crew for a job well done. I came home from viewing the film absolutely energetic and joyful, hence why I am composing this review.  The experience of the film was more than just an average night at the theatre.... it was simply a revival of the imagination and the

The night that I walked through those front doors for the first time, I had no idea what to expect. Not an idea in the world of what I was getting myself into. All I knew is that I was excited to be there because of my love for theatre, for being an audience member, and that I had invested a sum of money to be there that night. There was no turning back now.  I walked up to the ticket booth, where I was handed a folded piece of paper that had the number "411" written on it. Being given the instructions necessary, I sat down and soaked in my surroundings. There was a bar to my left. I had not a single urge to spend money on alcohol just yet, despite the fact that it was more than a month removed from my twenty-first birthday. People of all ages were sitting at the tables around me, eating and holding conversations that had absolutely nothing to do with me, my appearance, or my arrival. If anything, they would be talking about the fact that I was alone, and that I was sitt

What this is to be considered and regarded as, is not some pathetic ingrate behind a computer screen typing furiously because of his insignificance to the rest of the world. To be quite honest, my goal is to not have the world chase me down the street, and invade my trunk-load of secrets. To be famous; to trade normalcy and invisibility for a restraint underneath a huge microscope and spotlight. Rather, I seek only to distribute my vision and my truth to this world that has no choice but to receive what I have to say. The world cannot shut its ears. It has no choice but to hear my voice, and read my words. However, the actions of the world in response is all up to the world and its desires. I have no control over the actions of the world. It does as it pleases. The world does not need to know my name and my character. Leaving a "carbon-footprint" on this earth is a feet that has been achieved by a handful of people. People that we call "celebrities" are the cen

Within days, I was able to start a list of ideas of what I would write essays, and possibly even books about. It's already at a decent length of topics. There is a wide range of topics, all of which I would devote research to in order to produce eloquent literature. Whether it be simple topics like my love for different flavors of cheese. Or more complex topics such as the ethical need for school students to express themselves instead of conforming to their peers. The reason for this, is because I want to explore every area of my interest. From the very surface of the earth, to the very depths of the sea. If we are to think of it like a submarine crew: On land they accomplish everything that is needed in order to begin their deep blue exploration. From there, they sink to the very depths of the oceans and gather as much info as they want. Then once they are finished exploring the remarkable setting of the Deep, they return to land in order to share what they have found with those

It is literally the most exciting and yet natural feeling to remember how much power there is sitting at a table or on a couch somewhere, typing up a storm behind a lab top. Or with a pen and paper with unstoppable explosion of thoughts shooting like a bolt of lightning onto a sheet of paper. There is so much freedom that there is not other catharsis for. Not even from the other things in my life that I love, like spending time with my friends and having conversations with them. That in of itself is a great thing as well. The fact that for the first time in my life, there are people that I spend time with and talk to. I don't mean rant to. I mean ask them questions about their life, and they ask me questions about mine. It is what is known as a "back and forth"conversation. I hope that I can continue those type of conversations with my friends, and especially with other writers. Returning to the original topic, and that is writing itself. It is my original calling tha