I write a little on the side...

I love to write. Mostly creative writing, because for me it is more freeing. So, here is the first of several samples, let me know what you think! (Please only constructive criticism, not just mean things!)

 This is a sample vignette I wrote a few years ago:

 

 

No One Heeds the Fallen Man

 So little hope shines through the eyes you pass on the street. An old man, sitting on his corner, on a darkened slab of cement. Where it seems it only rains. Where is seems the clouds follow the lost and almost forgotten. Those rainy clouds, with thunder and lightening.

 The old man sits lost in his memories and mutters wise words to those who cross his barren path. Follow Jesus, the world in ENDING! He told me to come, He sent me here, follow Him and live!

 He is only dirt and grime to the disgusted, quick, glare of those who pass, those who stare straight at his outer being and do not fathom his thoughts. His thoughts are strewn out on the sidewalk like pancakes frying on the grill, they burn. He cannot close his gaping mouth, everyone must know the truth, but he has no help, helpless and alone he sits.

 Burnt and old he rests amongst his fallen rags, muttering those wise words. No one heeds the fallen man, even when he closes his troubled eyes. No one knows to look past this lopsided heap of neglect, to the human being buried deep in his own demise, because no one listens to his listless cries.

what's your passion?

So, unlike many lucky people in this great world, I have never had a passion. Something that I love so much that I need it in my life everyday. That does not mean that I have never had hobbies, loved a sport etc., but I  mean something that partly defines me.

  For example, surfers, dances, bikers, food enthusiasts, some people who know me may argue I am a chocaholic but it is not something that I wish could be part of my profession. I wonder if  there are two types of people: those who can defined by their passion and those that try to love a little of everything. 

 But then rises the issue of obsession, addiction. Some people love to have sex yet are labeled as nymphomaniacs, some people like to get high and they are...marijuaniacs?? The thought is not that complicated but I guess the line is drawn when your passion or obsession turns destructive in some form or another.

  I am on the post-college path to find my passion, my necessity, that which will hopefully guide me towards a fulfilling career. I hope that means money, but money isn't everything. After all money can't buy you happiness...right?