A White Paper

(Response to Animal Farm)

A dream. A song. An idea. A leader to take down to put out of power so you can be in charge, of your life, help those lives that cant be taken for their own, until you are that ruler that no one wants anymore. The image you want to make, to create can’t happen when you don’t have the right colors of the rainbow to color it in with.

Sometimes you just know. You just know that something bad will happen, or you just have a feeling, something big is going to happen. Major knew that he was dieing, this is one of those times. He did something about the future. A new dream for all of the animals to believe in, a new picture to start coloring in, until there is a mural covering the entire page.

A word against a thought. A thought won’t win anyone over, its just a thought stuck in your head. A word spoken will. Someone will hear it, and if you scream it into them they will swallow it whole. Now a part of them, a small part but still part. If you feed the same information to them again and again, everywhere, it will now be their veracity. There is nothing else to believe in, to think, to speak. Truth. You never know what it is. Sometimes you know when it is written down, it is the truth, but that can be written over or erased, or on a piece of paper that floated away lost.

Trying to find that paper, but you can’t. You search and search and search, but its nowhere. You follow someone who tells you they can help you recover it. They lead you down a winding path, but at the end it is a gray piece of paper, not your white one. You now realize they never knew where to ever find your paper, but they wanted you along for the ride. Now the way home is lost, and you have nothing to come from, nowhere to go. All of the animals followed Napoleon and the pigs down this road, but only Clover, Boxer, and Benjamin got to the complete end. The complete end of realization, of betrayal of helplessness.

A book. Animal Farm, written by George Orwell. A history. Russian Revolution, written by our ancestors before. A life. To live, written by me, until my paper and pen are taken away, and they start to draw. They write out my life, that I haven’t lived yet. My thoughts that I haven’t thought of yet. My picture that I didn’t get to color in. Colored in not with the shades in my mind, but with the shades in theirs. When the page is covered, a picture is there. It may be more exact or perfect. Except it wouldn’t be exactly perfect for me.

Live Today Because Tomorrow Is Not Guaranteed

(ideas based on the book My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult)


Live today because tomorrow is not guaranteed.


This book is really getting me to think about life more. Like that my problems really aren’t that important. Some people just want to live to the next day, and they wont know what will happen. I basically know the basics of what will happen in my tomorrow. Some people say they want to be able to see the future, but I don’t. I don’t want to no what will happen. If I am supposed to die tomorrow, I don’t exactly want to know that. I would be all sad today and wouldn’t go live my normal, life. But on the other hand I may not get to say goodbye to people I love, and set everything right.

This book also shows from different points that people can definitely overreact and they may not always be acting like their usual self. There might be something going on that you don’t know about, and you cant expect them to tell you everything. They might not no how to tell you, or don’t want you to find out your truth. There are some things we do because we convince ourselves it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves that its the right thing to do, the altruistic thing to do. Its far easier than telling ourselves the truth. Anna and her father moved out, to the fire station. They claimed to be just breathing and sometimes you need a breath in the fresh air, but in the truth none of them could handle the situation. The fire starts with a heat and grows in space and feeds off the air.

Actions speak louder than words, and some of the most truthful actions come from little kids. When we are little we don’t care what people think of us, and there’s not much hate in our lives, or we can’t understand that its hate. We do everything because we want to, because we can. When we grow up, we have to meet all of these expectations and qualifications, and we now understand the hate. The hate, is taken into our lives, and we don’t have that carefree idea about life. We have to be equal to, or better than everyone in our lives. We have to compete, but sometimes, someone lets you win your game, and you realize a whole truth and it is really good. It brings us back to how it was when we were little. When everything was really good. When I was little my mom made this book of a whole bunch of funny things that I did. She kept it. I found out something that happened a long time ago, but it brought me back to that, and I saw how other people saw me, and who I was before.


Everyone always compares us too our worst selves. Everyone always looks at your faults, not your positives. We always take one look at something, and say yeah, ummm no. But then we take it back after. We regret it. People that have seen some of the worst don’t say that because they get are treated differently, and may not live to the next day and if it was their last moment, they wouldn’t want to regret it. I am so grateful that I don’t have cancer, or seen war or things like that, but sometimes I think to see how they live would be good. To have a mind that would keep me in a positive attitude, and a mind that was open and lived for that moment.
Live today because tomorrow is not guaranteed.