Without Bitterness

The only thing that would improve the quality of freedom that I experience from writing, would be if I were able to live in outer space. Unbound, able to to watch the Earth rotate around the Sun. Undisturbed by the things that thwart my focus and concentration today. Just me with an unlimited supply of paper, or just my laptop. I'm not quite sure if I would get good wifi reception from outside the planet. However, I am confident that Microsoft Word would still work.  Just imagine, not a sound to distract you from your own thoughts and feelings. You are alone. Being able to swim through zero gravity and get an up-close gaze at a star. Or being able to have the closest view of the Moon. To touch down on the surface as Neil Armstrong did, and reenact the event that made history. To jump higher than you ever could, almost as if you could fly. To be able to do the things that you would imagine only superheros doing. Then you remember, you are alone. Solitude is only a blessing f...

The character of Nick Carraway from  The Great Gatsby is probably one of the most useless protagonists that anyone will ever come across in all Twentieth-Century literature. If F. Scott Fitzgerald really did  base the character from himself, I would be highly disappointed. I have never thought Fitzgerald would create a main character like Nick Carraway. Why make him so passive? Fitzgerald has so much reason to not make a useless protagonist. I mean, didn't he fight in WWI? On top of that, didn't he struggle with alcoholism and have a weird relationship with his wife Zelda? I don't know. The history lessons from high school are becoming increasingly fuzzier as I get older. I'm going to have to refresh my memory with some recreational research. Regardless of this, F. Scott Fitzgerald is regarded as a genius who made a difference by writing, so I guess he automatically qualifies as a bold person. To me at least. Perhaps Nick Carraway is NOT the Protagonist of the nove...

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 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...