Passions, Seriously

Our passions are what make us tick. We take them seriously and we want others to also... but what happens when we forget that we aren't the only ones who have passions and desires to be noticed. When we do something we love we want everyone to see it and we want it to be taken as we take it. The way we see something is a marvelous work of WHO we actually are. It is how we can see who we are from what God gave us. We are showing what makes us who we are, where we come from, and where we want to go. In music its a new lyric, new song, or a new beat; in art its a new picture, sculpture, photo, or idea; in writing, its a story. Behind all this though, we have that one little thing to each of us that makes the new creation how it is... It's not the title, the color, the people in it, or the origin of the creation... It is the fact that we, ourselves, made it with our own abilities and concepts and the being that we are. We put our own signature on each of these items. When others choose to step over the boundaries that they know are already there, they have broken the silent vow that happens to be between each of us. Tell me, when we look at a piece of art, don't we see the artist's signature? When we hear a song, we think of the band that sang or wrote it? When you look at a photograph, do you see a watermark of the proud photographer who took the photo? Or do you simply keep on going and take the things around you as things that are just 'there'?  Our passions are not a joke to us, and they shouldn't be a joke to anyone else. The second we decide that one's works are a joke it is like telling that person they are a joke.
I don't care how NOT serious you take something, but when it comes to giving someone credit for their work? I believe that is NEVER, and i repeat, NEVER a joke. Next time you create some beautiful creation think of someone using it and saying THEY made it.. you, the creator, has been bypassed.
Our passions define who we are. Our passions are not mere hobbies, each passion we invest in we put a picture of our soul into. Save us all a little bit of who we are and give credit where it should be given because I honestly don't think you would want someone claiming your body as their own.
Take it seriously or I won't take you seriously. Until I get the respect I deserve, you exist nowhere in the realm of my creation. You are merely another person who has no respect for the beauty of an individual.

Take me down kicking
screaming and bleeding
but i won't give up now
not while I'm breathing

You've ruined who i am
you've taken what i love
stolen all my beauty
and now I want it duly

The moment that you listen
is the moment I will try
the moment that you listen
is when I'll look you in the eye

Until the day I hear you
I will sit here all in all
I'll sit here fighting fury
I'll be here standing tall

Next time that i see you
my face will face up high
I'll face you as an equal
Giving credit till i fall

Running from Nothing

These last couple of years have been crazy. The lowest slump of all times, the happiness in all the adventures, the worry in what's to come, the pain in the accidents, and the mess in the process. I don't think I would be anywhere near the person I am today without all of these things happening to me. Actually, I KNOW i wouldn't be the same person I am today. Freshman year would have to have been THE worst (and best) year of my life. I found that I dreaded more things than I could have possibly imagined. I saw that I could have things happen to me that I never would have dreamed of going through myself. My transition from junior high to high school was most likely one of the saddest attempts of my life. I hated how things were going, I had no clue who my friends were, I had no one to even talk to about the craziness of entering high school. I'm not going to lie, I was absolutely HORRIFIED of going to school the first day. To prove it, I had stayed up until about 2 in the morning the night before my first day bawling my eyes out. Much to my 'unknowldege,' the first day.... NOTHING happened. I cried my eyes out for nothing. Later that year, I got in a fight with my mom on the way to school. When she stopped at the stop sign, I got out, slammed the door, yelled at my mom, and then proceeded to walk to school in the frigid weather. (Thankfully we were stopped right in front of the school.) This was just the beginning of events that lead me to my lowest point I would reach. Toward the end of our first semester we had a band clinic trip that was a 2-day function and approx. 5 hours away. This was a night that I just felt absolutely desperate to talk to someone about this. I wanted help, finally. Finally contacting one of my fellow band members, in the other vehicle, i began to pour out my guts. Much to my surprise, he listened. He LISTENED. That was a first in a LONG time. Ya know, I look back at that moment, and I can't believe I ever reached so low that someone had to intervene my thoughts that most likely would have become actions soon. The problem behind all of this? I felt I no one in the world would ever care about me. I didn't get the little attention that I so wanted, and needed. I got stuck on the bottom of the pile, but that day, I found an answer to one of my prayers. An answer that I had given up on so long ago. I found someone who was willing to help me, and that was more precious to me than ANY gem in this world. I didn't see how this all came together at the moment, but within the next couple of months/years I began to see how much I was really missing. I gave up on my Father, I gave up on my faith in him, and the promises he gave me. Today, I often look back at these moments and I am reminded that God always listens and keeps true to His promises. It may not be according to MY time, but it will come IN time. All this time I had resented God for not helping me. I ignored Him, didn't talk to Him, and sometimes just plain stepped all over Him. I'm not proud of that.... At all..... I ran from the one who wanted to help me and heal my pain the most. I ran from my shelter and my strength. I ran from freedom. I ran from all my promises that would make me a fulfilled person. I RAN...............yeah, I was running, from nothing that would hurt me.