Sparkle
by Kat
*as a tie-in to the next installments to come, which won't be up until sometime after the 22nd of this month, i've decided to leave you with something more. when i return for a hectic week at, what else, band camp, i will hope that all the fans will still be here, waiting patiently for the update. so here it is, what for now will be simply titled as "katie's last words"...
a person isn't judged on one small failure or one great triumph, or
rather, we shouldn't be.
as i write this, i am not writing from such a point of view as a
simple girl losing all touch with a world she once endured with such
passion & conviction, but for all of those not brave nor strong
enough to simply live through it all. no matter what happens within
one's lifespan, we cannot stop to dwell on the things we never did or
should have never done in the first place. when time passes, one
must learn to listen to its whispers, making changes where necessary,
in order to triumph over advirsory to not conqueor it all, but to win
the battle with ourselves. all the planning in the world shall only
take us so far. how we believe we shall live doesn't always match up
to the lives in which we evolve to live in. none of this seems to
stick with the society in which we state our being upon. of course
not. poor, yet honorable people die from hunger or humility.
everyday. while those rich & unworthy of it all, continue to clumb
up a chain of unwilling to pause for one short moment to look into a
person's soul, to find such character & compassion towards their
fellow man, & simply disreguard it. as we endure life in every such
way, we make choices. such a catalyst begins from this point,
molding & shaping who we will become & who we may never claim to be.
the ability to change is possible, but old habits do die hard,
especially with such standards of one's morals dropping every day as
the world continues to rotate. but no matter what misfortunes we may
somehow manage to tolerate & mistakes we end up making, love, can
truly conquer all. without the passion of love, the world wouls
simply seist to exist. whether that passion be of power or
acceptance, it can hold great significance in one's destiny. the
worls is at our fingertips, but every day i wake up, not fully
seizing every moment, every possible chance to not only live in the
purest of intention for all that i do & could hold dear, i am letting
the world slip right through. another moment lost to live as i would
like to. i am merely sorry for wasting away many of the moments of
my so-called life.
fyi - i know a few of my good friends who read this, will be
wondering a few things. yes, jessie's confessional on a crumpled
paper are all of the same frustrations i have in my life. i wrote it
from my heart, never fully intending her feelings to come out in this
fashion, at this point in time. the words simply starting coming
out, so i wrote them down. also, if katie's words don't make a whole
lot of sense, i apologize, for i was in a very weird mood when i
wrote them. i always try to write something with meaning, so that
maybe someway, somehow, my life would have meaning. silly i know,
but that's truly how i feel sometimes. if there are any questions,
feel free to email me & ask. well, enjoy.