in ten years,

Ten years seems to be so very far way. It's a strain to try and imagine who, and where I'm going to be then. But, I do have hopes and dreams for the years to come.

In ten years, I want to be searching for a life of my own, somewhere far far away. The last thing I want to do is stay here. I want to be able to travel across Europe. And although it may be my biggest dreams, it's also the least likely of my possibilities. But even with the odds against me, it's something I hope happens.


If I'm not able to travel, I want to try the city on for size. I've always felt out of place here, living in a small town. I think my heart belongs to the city, and I hope in ten years, I'll be able to figure out if I'm right or not.

I have big dreams for my future. I also have big plans. But it's not about where I'm going to be in ten years... it's the person I'm going to become between now and then.

Rant.

Dear Humphries,  I created this rant out of spur of the moment.  I originaly did a Rave about cats, but I felt I liked this one much more.  Enjoy!

During the day, I'm usually never home.  I'm either at school, or I'm out gallivanting around with friends.  When I do get home, I usually like to sit down and watch a little T.V. to relax.  Or, at least, I used too.  Lately, whenever I go to turn on the television, I end up regretting it. Because when I do, I'm either bombarded by a depressing news cast, caught up in the middle of another dramatic episode of "Jersey Shore", or I'm being told how to act, look, and be.  What's happening to media?

I sit down on my couch, and turn on the T.V. to my Local News. Now, let me get something straight, I understand that we live in a world that isn't always happy.  But I can't even remember the last time I've turned to the news and saw something that brightened my day.  Is this place we lived in really only filled with murders, poverty, and crime?  Because last time I checked, not everything was bad.  And maybe things wouldn't be so bad, if that wasn't all we heard about.

Okay, I've decided to change the channel to something lighter.  I immediatly come across a show with an interesting name, so I give it a chance. Within the first two minutes, I'm forced to change the channel again.  Why you ask? Because the show I was watching was filled with drunks fighting for no apparent reason, girls crying because someone ate their granola bar, and men on steroids cheating on they're girlfriends.  I do admit, I feel a little bit about my life.  I'm not drunk, I'm not crying, and I'm not cheating.  But you couldn't pay me enough to watch people waste their life with those problems. How people can watch that none-sense, blows my mind.

Finally, after all of that, I've stumbled across a show that is completely different.  And most likely the worse then the last two.  It's a modeling show.  The girls are beautiful.  But one by one, they're being picked for judgment.  Some are told that they aren't 'skinny' enough, other have to large of noses.  So I start to ask myself, what is the proper size for a girl my age?  What type of nose am I supposed to have to be labeled 'beautiful'?  It's hard to live in a world that has a strict guideline of rules to be attractive.  I've always believed that you're personality was the biggest thing to judge for beauty.  And last time I checked, if everyone was 'beautiful', we'd all look the same.  No one would be unique.  And being unique is something that is truly beautiful.

I turn my T.V. off as I absorb everything I've just seen.  I'm more wound up then I was before I sat down.  I guess I'm just getting older, and I'm realising this stuff.  But next time I want to turn on the television, I'm going to go outside and read a book.

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