What's going on here?

What's going on here?
Well Amanda and Emily both have goals to write more. Amanda wants to write a poem and a half a day for the next year, while Emily wants to write for National Write a Novel Month (NaNoWriMo), which is usually in November, but she is going to do it from now until her mission on May 18th. Here is were you can follow us in our goals! Leave comments, encouragement, and what ever else you feel like.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Little Dreams

Little child
I know you.
Well no,
I don’t know you
But I know what you’re like.
You want the freedom of the little things.
Things like staying up late
Sleeping in
Playing until you’re tired
Never giving up an ounce of joy you can suck from this world.
And I wish I could tell you that you’d keep hoping those things.
Keep wishing for those things.
Keep clinging on to the little freedoms.
But you’re gonna grow up soon.
Soon you’re gonna have a thousand other little freedoms you want.
Freedoms slightly larger than the ones you want right now.
And then they will grow bigger
And bigger
And bigger
Until your little freedoms are a thousand miles high
Reaching for the stars
And always falling short.
You’re going to wish for month long vacations.
For never having to use money again.
For peace in countries you don’t quite know where they are.
Because the older you get
The more adjusted your eyes become
To the bleakness of the world.
Of all of the great things
That are so much larger than the tiny fist of yours.
Like walking into a dark room
You will slowly begin to realize the shapes and shadows
That this world is filled with.
And each time you realize something new
You’re going to let go of one of those original little freedoms.
And someday
Someday you will lose them all
And the things you will be wishing for
Are incapable of coming to you.
You will be separated by oceans of reality
Rather than the two parental units you have now.
And I wish I could beg you to hold onto them.
I wish I could tell you things would be so much better
 if you’d cling to nap times and lollipops and fields where you can run without falling.
Because it wouldn’t be better
But it would be easier.
So child as you grow
As you pick out slightly larger dreams and wishes
Please know this
It may be easier to be happy with the little things
But it is the dreaming big that makes it worth it.
It is the taste of unattainable unquenchable desire on your tongue
Mixing with the sour of reality and the sweet of your own existence
That will keep your motor running
Long enough to get to the edge of the ocean.
So child
As you cling now to your little freedoms
Do not be afraid to want greater ones in the future.
Sure it will hurt
It will hurt in ways you can’t imagine yet
But darling there is sweetness in that pain. 

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