Monday, February 19, 2007

Stay grounded. Fly High.

Sometimes life becomes so habitual, so expected, that you begin to go through the motions rather than enjoy the actual experience.

Enjoyment. It seems hard for me to truly enjoy something once it becomes the norm. All the previous exciting emotions it once conjured, disappear; the suspense, and the thrill are lost.

Gratitude. I feel it is my personal misconception that once you are thankful for something, its ok to disregard it. As if once, you've recognized your appreciation, it becomes invaluable; things are taken for granted. Take marriage. So many people fall head over heels into a whirl pool of emotional chaos, they have can barely grasp for a breath of reality...and they get married. But once time goes by, and your significant other takes on ordinary conotations, they become unneeded. The spark is ruthlessly extinguished as the excitment and intial thrill die down. There seems that without emotional attachment, things become meaningless and once we no longer feel strongly about something, it no longer proves valuable.

Emotion. As things become routine, and enjoyment and gratitude disappear, emotion follows. We become robotic. While still center stage of our lives, our manuscript becomes tiresome as the dialogue proves monotonous. We loose emotional connection and begin to live life in a logical state. Although analysis gives us glasses to focus our perception, feelings give us shovels to dig below the surface and interact. Living life exclusively by logic results in nothing more than a passive existance. Some can say emotions put people in the clouds, and I can agree--without some amount of logistic comprehension, we are lost. HOWEVER, approaching life like a study course, may secure your feet to the ground, but blast your soul out of the universe

Its like learning to speak a new language-- Teaching it like a research topic and taking tests and completing worksheets can result in great understanding. However, the student who is immersed in the language and partakes in the culture will be able to speak it. He/she may use improper grammar or lack the knowledge of its origin, but the student will be proactive.

As with life. We can learn every lesson, study every artifact, understand every step to success. Yet without emotions, we cannot connect our life to our learned lessons. Knowledge derives from external resources...Our feelings come from us. Anyone can inhale the same information, but it is our emotions that expel different responses.

Be grateful for what you have, and content in the smallest factors that precede in our life. We cannot lose sight of the reality in which we live. It is only once we connect emotionally to the factors the world gives us, that we can we truly begin to live.
Stop asking questions like "What is the right thing to say?" and instead contemplate "What am I feeling as a result, what is my personal perspective?"

Question feeling, not just action.
Love Love,
Curious Chloe

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Please identify the following:

WHO ARE YOU?

The complexity of a person becomes apparent by observtion of different enviorments. Can you ever truly know someone? If a person is still searching for who they are, like most, can anyone really know the truth of a soul?

I, personally, know the core of my identity, yet I allow different parts of me to shine according to the setting I am in. I would not call myself fake, because I do not attempt a false facade. Every quality I release is genuine. However, in order to relate and partake in certain circumstances, I will highlight certain characteristics. While I won't discuss the philosophies of Spinoza at dance practice, I will not deny my interest in the topic. I wouldn't say I hide any aspect of my identity; I stay true to who I am. Yet for the sake of others, as well as my personal happiness, it seems logical to emmulate parts of you that correlate to others...or is it?

The acutality of a person is an intricate labyrinth, so much so, that revealing everything at the same intensity can be overwhelming.

I believe that a true friend is someone who knows every detail of the puzzle and pieced together the picture. However, even if you know one's identity, does that necessarily mean you know they're responses in different environments?


An environment has to do with surrounding circumstances, conditions, and influences. It was my belief that regardless of external forces, if you truly knew a person, you'd know how they'd repsond to certain stimuli. However today I have come to question that.

While you may know what they stand for and how their true character would respond, the anxieties of superficial aspects combat personal values. I have learned that while you may know a person in all their beliefs, values, and interests, you must also know their strength and confidence--It can be hard to be true to yourself when acceptance is questioned. In certain circumstances, it seems evident that insercurites can reformulate and disguish.

But here is my dilemma: say you know the "true" identity of a person, yet to an audience, they mask their genuine qualities. What if someone has opened up to you, allowing you to see them for who they are, yet forbidding others to see the truth? Who are they? Could the person you see just be another one of their false personalities. If so, then who are you really friends with?

After contemplating this, I come to question my own identification, leading me to wonder:
Am I an imposter if I emphasis different qualities in different environments, even if if don't contradict the quieter characteristics?
The question of identity is overwhelming, and my mind refuses to stop overanalyzing...i love it.
Love love,
CuriousChloe

Monday, February 12, 2007

Harmonious Rarity

The beat of a song
Its musical Rhythm
Can make the heart light
No though of decision
The music uplifts
And carries the mind
Into a distant reality
Where no one can find
It can brighten the soul
With each aging hour
Strengths the heart
Beating with power
Music depicts
The hidden emotion
It composes the feelings
immersed in commotion
Music is my knight
In white shining armor
It helps me to think
"No body can harm her"
With gained confidence
From the musical flow
I cannot be let down
I cannot fall below
-Music can be so overpowering, envoking thought and revealing suppressed emotions.
Music is my safety from drama and confusion.
If I overthink or become overwhelmed, rhythmic tranquility allows me to relax and take control.
Currently my favorite break from reality: Sigur Ros- Staralfur
love love,
Curious Chloe

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Do You Believe in Magic?

Adolesence is murdered when kids discover the truth about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and so on. It is quite a tramatizing blow to realize that your immortal, perfect parents have lied to you. At least it was for me.
I was an emotional wreck; a desolate soul at the age of 9. The worst part: all my friends still believed, so I carried the burden day after day, refusing to detinate the lives of my peers. That day I made a pack to NEVER tell my children the truth. Also on that day an angered poetic verse was written in response to my agony. Please do not judge me, I was one of the cool 3rd graders! Anyway, I found this yesterday and couldn't stop laughing... Priceless. Oh god...enjoy.

THE MAGICAL THINGS
by 9 year old Chloe. (original edition. please excuse spelling)
Santa, the Easter Bunney and rhe tooth fairy are cool! I believe in them," said Jen O'Tool.
"So Do I," yelled Mick Smie.
But one August night, their parents told them and the children had fright.
"But what about Christmas Eve when we gave santa a pie. Did you just eat it and tell us a lie?"
"But what about when I wanted a baby doll. When my tooth came out I wanted one, so I put it under my pillow. When I woke up I found baby Dillo. Was that a lie too?"
"But what about on Easter when we found eggs filled with Candy. Did you just hide them and lie to me and Mandy?"
Their parents nodded yes. They glanced and yelled "We thought you were the best!"
They stomped up stair with big wet tears.
They looked at their inisent face in the mirrors.
They finally forgave their parents after 2 years.
BUT they never forgot how they looked in their mirrors
-please told you applause...What? OK, what the hell- clap it up! :)
love love,
Curious Chloe

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Lost in Thought

When I begin to overanalyze a thought, it is as if the world stops. I become consumed with an idea and as I dive deeper into the topic, my mind is on multiple detours from endless tangents.

My mind encourages more reflection, implying a life altering discovery around the corner; if I think fast enough, I will uncover the fusing quality that symbolizes total unity among everything in our existence. Sometimes I grasp this richly overpowering comprehension of some idea, but it is lost before I have time to find a pencil. I don't know what I'm looking for or where to find it, but I feel like a detective, trying to solve some impossible mystery.

Because I have second period off, my dance team coach (also a teacher) lets me use her vacant classroom and computer. I keep the lights off with the exception of a stout lamp that gives off a warm glow. I get online, not knowing what I want to find. Somehow, some website, some article inspires a new mental masterpiece.

When the period is over, the sharp school bell is a rude awakening to actuality, in which I become incapable of interaction. It’s horrible. I love the time I spend uncovering the essence of the world's obscurity, but by the time I re-enter I feel out of place… As if the observation of reality makes it impossible for me to partake in it.

Is this strange to anyone other than me? Is there a reason for all of this?
I love getting lost is thought, but its becoming more and more difficult to find my way out. I have always been the spontaneous, free spirit, but after my 2nd period sessions, I come out someone else.
Is it possible to live life if you constantly over think it?
I refuse to live passively as an onlooker.
~*~I WANT TO BE THE STAR OF MY STORY, NOT JUST THE AUTHOR~*~
Love Love,
(slightly confused) CuriousChloe