I put the T.V on sometimes browsing for cartoons and I realize that pure Sh*t has somehow made its way onto television. Like leeches really, sucking the minds of those young children who enjoy these shows. Truly,God bless those individuals who still take time to craft wholesome and educational programming and also those who inject pure good humour into it all for the days when we all just need to unwind but besides that...mercy! It's sh*t.
*Presses off button*stuffs remote into the Bermuda triangle crevice of the couch*
But its also when I was browsing that this ad came on,showing lots of the cartoons and shows that made my childhood enjoyable. A flood of nostalgia just came rushing in. I hadn't realized that these shows had been discontinued, for I was changing with the times. I forgot about them after a while.All I could remember was the emotions attached to these experiences. I am/was/am a 90's baby and back then that meant that I was damn young. 90's were the epitome of youth and everything vibrant and eternal. But now we're in 2014 and lots of us 90's babies are getting old. Most if not all of us are healing the bruise of the solid kick in the ....butt we received when the 90's shut us out of our teen years. We're not children anymore.We're not teenagers. For a while, I found myself sitting beside the door or my childhood,hoping it would let me in again,but I was wrong. No amount of "sweet nothings" would turn back time.I was getting older and I needed to start walking, laughing,jumping,sprinting and dragging my butt towards 100 years. (of course we know that some people stop before that-God rest their soul).
I am still VERY young however when I was younger, lots of older people seemed like they were trying to be cool or young or "hip". They didn't seem to accept age with a grain of salt. I'm sure you've heard an adult say something and your eyes became full circles with shock.Back then, I thought these things were a little inappropriate for adults. Now that I am getting older, I realize that its just the skin that ages. The mind only expands and learns lessons but the SOUL remains the same. Your spirit or resilience towards life may flicker on and off but the SOUL keeps thriving. I look back and I can't believe that I was 14 so long ago. Being 16 was a big deal but I'm no longer that age. I've also had the pleasure of meeting 14 and 16 year old girls who..along with admiring me,thought that I was pretty old. Can you believe it? Me! Old? >_> *flips hair* Ha!
*SMH*
I stood in front of a mirror.It was almost full length. I looked at my body.I stared at my face.I took in as much of what I look like. I remembered many instances where I've been around young people who didn't like being around old people. They didn't like their smell, their wrinkles, the chunky-ness of the arthritis in their hands, even the way their feet had changed.
I went to St. Joseph's Convent and well for those who don't know.I can proudly say that its been the top school on my island for as long as I'm sure anyone can remember.It's a catholic school. My Principal is a nun and well separate to how we were whipped into top-dog shape academically, lots of time was also spent developing the "well-rounded" individual.
*I promising I'm not straying guys..let's move on*
*Presses off button*stuffs remote into the Bermuda triangle crevice of the couch*
But its also when I was browsing that this ad came on,showing lots of the cartoons and shows that made my childhood enjoyable. A flood of nostalgia just came rushing in. I hadn't realized that these shows had been discontinued, for I was changing with the times. I forgot about them after a while.All I could remember was the emotions attached to these experiences. I am/was/am a 90's baby and back then that meant that I was damn young. 90's were the epitome of youth and everything vibrant and eternal. But now we're in 2014 and lots of us 90's babies are getting old. Most if not all of us are healing the bruise of the solid kick in the ....butt we received when the 90's shut us out of our teen years. We're not children anymore.We're not teenagers. For a while, I found myself sitting beside the door or my childhood,hoping it would let me in again,but I was wrong. No amount of "sweet nothings" would turn back time.I was getting older and I needed to start walking, laughing,jumping,sprinting and dragging my butt towards 100 years. (of course we know that some people stop before that-God rest their soul).
I am still VERY young however when I was younger, lots of older people seemed like they were trying to be cool or young or "hip". They didn't seem to accept age with a grain of salt. I'm sure you've heard an adult say something and your eyes became full circles with shock.Back then, I thought these things were a little inappropriate for adults. Now that I am getting older, I realize that its just the skin that ages. The mind only expands and learns lessons but the SOUL remains the same. Your spirit or resilience towards life may flicker on and off but the SOUL keeps thriving. I look back and I can't believe that I was 14 so long ago. Being 16 was a big deal but I'm no longer that age. I've also had the pleasure of meeting 14 and 16 year old girls who..along with admiring me,thought that I was pretty old. Can you believe it? Me! Old? >_> *flips hair* Ha!
*SMH*
I stood in front of a mirror.It was almost full length. I looked at my body.I stared at my face.I took in as much of what I look like. I remembered many instances where I've been around young people who didn't like being around old people. They didn't like their smell, their wrinkles, the chunky-ness of the arthritis in their hands, even the way their feet had changed.
I went to St. Joseph's Convent and well for those who don't know.I can proudly say that its been the top school on my island for as long as I'm sure anyone can remember.It's a catholic school. My Principal is a nun and well separate to how we were whipped into top-dog shape academically, lots of time was also spent developing the "well-rounded" individual.
*I promising I'm not straying guys..let's move on*
Christmas Good turn.
Every year we would collect food stuff and bring to homes for the elderly. This is where I met Millicent. Millicent was very old.BIG EYES. Brown skin. Grey short hair. She only had one child in her lifetime. That child died when he/she was young. She married once.Her husband died early on. I at times am a hopeless romantic and she kept me at her bedside with her stories of love and excitement. Everyone else was downstairs socializing with the older persons who could actually come out to see them. Millicent however was upstairs,on her bed,awaiting transport for the doctor.I made special request to see her. That's why I was there. She was worth while. She was a teacher at the Castries Comprehensive School by the way- I remember that fact.As I sat by Millicent's bedside a tall fair strapping elderly gentleman came in. His blue-ish,grey-ish eyes fixed with concern on Millicent's slim frame. She had lost weight. He spoke to her so casually. Some how,it just seemed that this man liked her-you know like he liked her,liked her.This lady was old,bed ridden and death was creeping in but she had known joy,romance,laughter,sadness. She lived but most importantly-she was young too. Now please, forgive me if it sounds like I've been out of touch with reality but it really dawned on me when I was staring in the mirror that I should really take some time to fall in love with all the things about me. I have big cheeks.My boss says I have "Chipmunk" cheeks. I looked at my cheeks and thought that at some point in when I'm old they may be low and not as rosy as they are now. I looked at my hands and I imagined the veins that would come across them with age. I looked at my feet,which I take so much pride in and imagined that at some point,my nails would thicken and my ankles would get weak. My dance class is pretty close to an elderly home and sometimes if I pass early enough,some of the residents are still outside-looking lonely.Some have even been abandoned by family who don't visit,they just pay for their care. I could not fathom what it would like to be trapped in a body that was shutting down when your spirit still felt young.
I have learned in a very profound way,how to separate people from their skin. Some of the nicest people are extremely physically attractive or extremely physically unattractive. Their soul is the determinant of their sweetness.(though many are inclined to think that their looks are some bonus.) In the very same way,some of the most horrid people look fantastic and others actually match their personalities,physically.
We have been perpetuating materialism for far too long. Some people are only interested in interacting with persons with a particular appearance. These sorts of prejudices even affect who people decide to partner with.You could call it a preference if you wish but some are so passionate about it,I can only honestly deem it as a prejudice and oh how looks are deceiving.
All this to say-
I respect old people. They were "us" once.
Young,vibrant,fashionable,with time on their side.They went to school,did what school kids do. They dated, had relationships, had families and BOOM here we are. Respect old people.(some are ridiculously stuck in their ways but-respect none them less). As I get older I understand this concept better and better. I know how to see a person's spirit and not just their skin.
The body is just a vessel for the soul.
Soulfully Yours
Stella XoX
I have learned in a very profound way,how to separate people from their skin. Some of the nicest people are extremely physically attractive or extremely physically unattractive. Their soul is the determinant of their sweetness.(though many are inclined to think that their looks are some bonus.) In the very same way,some of the most horrid people look fantastic and others actually match their personalities,physically.
We have been perpetuating materialism for far too long. Some people are only interested in interacting with persons with a particular appearance. These sorts of prejudices even affect who people decide to partner with.You could call it a preference if you wish but some are so passionate about it,I can only honestly deem it as a prejudice and oh how looks are deceiving.
All this to say-
I respect old people. They were "us" once.
Young,vibrant,fashionable,with time on their side.They went to school,did what school kids do. They dated, had relationships, had families and BOOM here we are. Respect old people.(some are ridiculously stuck in their ways but-respect none them less). As I get older I understand this concept better and better. I know how to see a person's spirit and not just their skin.
The body is just a vessel for the soul.
Soulfully Yours
Stella XoX
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