"I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying."
— Oscar Wilde

Well hello again, deviantArt crew! Better watch out, this journal is gonna ROCK YOUR SOCKS!!!

...But not really. I'm just really bored.

So scanner never got around to actually fixing itself. And I never got around to fixing it myself...and for that I apologize. I'm becoming super busy, and actually prioritizing a bit more. Apparently there's more to life than drawing Pokemon and Anime FanArt. Who knew??

~miss-Hobbit is married...She moved out a few weeks ago and ran away with her honey just last weekend. Then my other older sister got kicked out to live with one of her old high school friends about an hour away. So now its me and my younger sister. Goin' to school. finishing life...all those scary and slightly intimidating things. but you know? Its ok. It had to happen some time. Growing up I mean. Its not like you can stop time...forever being 17 living in the luxury of your parents home and under their firm financial belt. I gotta get a job soon--Go to collage. Follow the footsteps of my older sisters and friends who have gone before me... (~Yeil...I'm talking to you )

And in other news, people have also been dying!! D: K, not really. My friend had to visit the Hospital twice in one month. prolly a grand total of 5 times this summer. She first did a front flip in the shallow end of a pool, and chipped her front teeth clear off on the bottom of the pool. (smart, yes. I know)Then in the next week or so she was thrown from a boat raft and broke a few ribs. I remember getting a text at almost midnight from her and all her family. They were all really frightened for her, and I became also afraid. She was in pain, she was scared and the drive to the hospital was a long, long drive of 35 minutes. Doesn't seem that long in the grand scheme of things, but to everyone else it seemed an eternity that just wouldn't speed up.

I also remember sitting there, thinking about all of the people who were visiting hospitals. Either on death beds or taking check ups, its kinda ridiculous how many people visit a hospital in one day. We're kinda obsessed on being healthy. Being physically fit and perfect. Maybe not just for health reasons, but also for beauty. The media puts a picture out there, telling you to be like that. We've all seen the magazines, and we've all seen those ridiculous TV shows. (America's Next Top Model, The Bachelor... come on people. Its not hard to see)

Its like we as humans have a natural tendency to make imperfect things perfect. Its also why some of us create art. To make something plan and simple (paper, block of wood, photograph, etc) into something beautiful and perfect in our minds. Each human being has a somewhat obsessed picture of perfect in their minds. The media puts out perfect body pictures, the doctors make us have perfect health, the teachers make us have a perfect wisdom, parents make perfect children, and children try to make perfect parents...

Its no wonder the world is suffering. It seems we've kinda lost perspective of whats perfect. What is flawless, and painless... Yet there's a lot of pain left in the world. Not just physical, but mental. The pain of feeling insecure, inadequate, alone, un-loved, perhaps overwhelmed or depressed. These are illnesses that doctors can't help. Assist and maybe force feed those happy endorphins, but thats not fixing the problem. its putting water in a bucket with a hole in the bottom.

If only we had a doctor that could heal those types of diseases. Then maybe we would be able to get rid of this odd perspective of "perfect" we are all seeing. Instead of focusing so much on the temporal and petty pains of the world, we could fix the main problem in people. Get deep in their minds, find the switch thats making all the issues arise, replace it with something that works, and then that person will function just fine again...

But sadly, we've no doctor like that. No magical healer going around making our deeply rooted problems disappear and making us well functioning people with good understanding of life and how to handle it. Thats our job. Its apart of what life is for, you know? To learn, to grow, to share, and discover. We were given the obstacles in our lives as stepping stones to better ourselves, to progress and leave this life a better person from when you came in. To cope, to fix, to heal ourselves.

Which puzzled me while sitting there pondering this. The real pain is deeply rooted inside the human brain and with human nature. There are people out there, walking down your streets and school hallways. They look completely healthy. Totally fine, tip-top shape even. But they are suffering. Dying on the inside. If we all could see the pain that each individual goes through, we'd be as scared and concerned for them as I was that night I got three texts from different people at midnight. We would be come restless, we'd become worried. We'd involve ourselves as much as possible just to know that we did some help in healing that individual. Maybe if we all stopped obsessing so much on our temporal illnesses, we'd be able to heal the real pain thats plaguing our planet and people. and Once the real pain is nursed, maybe the need for doctors will cease to exist.

Which is why I've always tried to be there for other people. You can't physically go into someones brain and replace the flawed concept and replace it with another. but you can give advise, you can help someone cope...and even by being around some one long enough, they follow your example. And if you are a good friend, their pain does lessen to a point where they are happy. Knowing that there are so many people out there suffering, why would you add to that hurt by being a jerk on a first impression? Your smile could help someone more than you know. It could save them from a bad day, a suicide, something. It can't hurt to try and be nice. It really can't.

If we all did that, then we could save the world. One person at a time