Times Are Changing.

In these days of uncertainty in the world, there is one certainty left for me.

I apologize for the long absence. I’m currently taking 6 college classes (about 18 units) and I’m also about to embark on my Digital Marketing career (I plan on eventually having at least 3 different networks). But for the time being, I have 1 hour of free time right now. In truth, I’m putting aside my Anthropology 101 homework to do tomorrow instead of today. But in my defense, I’ve finished my Humanities 115 ten-page essay and I completely finished reading through my History 118 book, so technically, I created extra time to spare for this hour.

At any rate, I wanted to talk about change in terms of how it’s affecting me personally. I’ve always thought I had gone through drastic changes before, but now I realize I’ve never experienced such an emotion until these last four weeks. It’s not only that I feel different, but more over, I feel changed. Changed in a way I simply can’t describe to you.

In these days of uncertainty in the world, there is one certainty left for me.

I can see the hard work in front of me, and I don’t tremble at the thought of it. I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge, but now, I feel even more reckless and fearless. Ironically, I wonder if I’m at least scared of what’s happening to me personally. I’ve lost all sense of fear it seems. For the last four weeks, I’ve gone through some strange transformation where I simply don’t care if I fail or not.

I don’t care what others think of me, how I might face an obstacle, or even my own thoughts on life. I’ve begun to see both the beauty and horrors in life and I don’t want this experience to end. I know I just turned 24 three weeks ago, but I believe I’m already feeling a sense of my mortality. I know that might seem strange, but when I was younger, I never thought much of my life and the many possible ways I can take it.

Now, I feel ready to take on the world. I’m ready to take my life into my own hands; ready to become responsible for my very livelihood in ways I never thought of before. In some way, I had it difficult growing up. I had to raise myself essentially because my mom used to work 60 plus hours in the home-loan industry. But in other ways, I was protected by the outside world growing up.

Luckily for me, I was always a curious child.

So at a fairly young age, I was always learning all that I could from books, whether they were fiction, non-fiction, or any other arrangement of genre. I’ve always connected with people, even those who came from incredibly different backgrounds compared to me. That’s not to say I was naïve of the cruelty that some people in the world harbor inside of themselves for reasonable reasons, but more of a sense of observational understanding of their life’s many hardships and quarrels.

There are so many things I wish I could share in this one single post, but I must go now. Time is short these days, but surprisingly enough, I don’t much mind it.

I’ll leave you all with this one simple thought: in the world, gravity keeps us down. But don’t ever let life get you down.

Until then.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

A Time of Freedom

As foolish and passionate as it may sound, I’ve come to discover nothing is impossible.

It’s been heavenly. No words can accurately describe this year’s spring break. I don’t have a care in the world, and yet, I found harmony in this small freedom. This is the one time I wish time could stop for just a little while. I’ve been shifting through Twitter and connecting with awesome people, I’ve had time to just walk and hike without stress over a test or worried about deadlines. This is the first time I’ve really had the time to stop and appreciate the world once more; and each time I do, I find myself remembering small thoughts and words I once spoke long ago.

I revel in the sound of birds chirping, the sound of cars passing by as I drive on the road, feeling a sense of complete and utter bliss during a time of vast uncertainty and instability in the world. But isn’t the world always chaotic? These little noises bring me hope. A long lost desire to not only breathe, but to live. To escape for just a little while longer, to imagine myself in the worlds I have created in my mind. Because the truth of the matter is: we’re all fucking crazy.

There’s not a day that passes by where I don’t plan my escape from society. To make certain I’ve did everything I’ve sought out to do to make my small little change in the world and throughout different societies. I imagine what life will be like, to just enjoy the company of close friends, family, and even still keeping my connection to the world through the Internet. But right now, I know I must physically exist in the world in order to off-set those distant dreams.

As foolish and passionate as it may sound, I’ve come to discover nothing is impossible.

I suppose that’s why yesterday I didn’t post anything. I felt obligated to honoring this small time of freedom that I have. Because as we all know, nothing in this lifetime comes free. So now you know, now you understand my reluctance to reach out at this time. I feel lighthearted, unusual for even someone as logical and direct as myself. But I don’t care, because what makes you and I the people we are, is merely a construct of society.

The reality of the fact is simple; we are ever-chaning. We are never static, even when we think we are. There will come a time in your life when you realize this truth. Once you begin to see the small details of life, you’ll begin to understand a little more what your ancestors must have felt in their own time of existence.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

Gaining New Perspectives in Writing

We show only the parts of ourselves which we want the world to see, and this is what makes perspective so intriguing.

When you write, a lot of the times there are many different angles to look at any given situation you’re focused on. Whether you’re writing a non-fiction or fiction book, you’ll usually find yourself wondering which way is the best manner in which to view a topic. It’s always important to see something from multiple viewpoints, you never want to look at a piece of writing and wonder why you’re even writing it.

Some of the best methods of gaining a new perspective in your writing, is to imagine what your life would be like in different people’s positions. Better yet, you can also imagine what the world must feel like on a daily basis. Just imagine what the life of a mouse can be like. Or how a clock ticks. The possibilities are endless with this type of thinking when you’re a writer. There’s no end to creativity, the only limit is yourself. Never be too afraid, always question the validity of a person, a situation, or even the state of our world. The more you start to question, the more you begin to realize that everything in life is permitted. With this viewpoint, you can better understand a lot of the current world affairs in today’s globalized society.

A defining moment in any writer’s life, is characterized by a sense of awakening, or even a sense of understanding herself/himself in the world and where they stand in it. It can be a truly humbling, and sometimes even terrifying, realization when you begin to understand and come to terms with a lot of the realities of our existence and what it even means to be human in this ever-changing environment. To grasp your own identity is the single best thing you can ever do, not only for yourself, but for those around you who truly love you and cherish you for who you are as a human being in the world.

On a more transparent note, I want to let you know, that there are crueler fates out there in the world. Perspective also helps you to heighten your sense of awareness of this global injustice. Because in some manner, you will realize that even if you’re just one person in a sea of others, you can change the world, even on a micro level. Your actions, especially during times of hardship and uncertainty in your society, can help to further strengthen the bonds and connections you have with those around you.

Perspective of different people, different life-forms, and different ideologies, is probably the best tool to have if you are a writer. You’re able to understand so many otherwise mysterious concepts in mainstream society. You’re able to better analyze why something happened, and what caused it.

It’s kind of like being a detective, but the only thing is, no one in the entire world knows you’re paying attention.

If you choose to be naïve or willingly ignorant, I cannot judge you. I used to judge people on being ignorant, back when I was a teenager. But now that I’m an adult, I’ve come to understand that everything (and I mean everything) has a reason for being the way it is; and those things don’t necessarily change all the time. Some things can stay the “same” for a very long time. Inevitably, however, things do change. Whether it be in minutes, hours, days, months, years, or centuries – everything eventually succumbs to change. From people acting in peculiar or serious ways, to the very actions conducted by those in positions of power; to the differences between you and I, to the similarities two very different people might share – everything works according to what is being reflected or shown.

We show only the parts of ourselves which we want the world to see, and this is what makes perspective so intriguing.

I could go on further, but my time is limited today. I have a lot of work to do, and so little time to finish it. If anything, I’ll leave you with one simple thought: hold the deepest parts of yourself close to your soul, but let the world see you for who you truly are. In this way, you can better build your own character through the different tribulations and trials out there in our shared environment.

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

LACMA: Self-Reflection on Life’s Quarrel

Yet the truth of the matter is, life is more than just being nice and agreeable.

It was a fine Sunday afternoon. I spent the day at LACMA to complete an assignment for my Humanities 115 class. Nothing too out of the ordinary today happened, but what I did experience, was a small feeling of awe at all of the craftsmanship and artistic creativity housed deep within each piece.

As I walked around, observing the different pieces and the many sculptures dating back to ancient Greece to ancient Rome, I was beginning to question something deep within. A burning desire to know: What happened to our passion? I mean, as a collective. Individually, we are amazing. But as a group, this generation seems to fall flat. Of course, and ironically enough, the answer lies in history.

Our parents didn’t want to raise their children the way their parents raised theirs. Our parents wanted to treat us kindly and equally. They undoubtedly taught us some very valuable and amazing characteristic traits, no doubt.

Yet the truth of the matter is, life is more than just being nice and agreeable.

Life is about challenging yourself, it’s about raising up as a united front. It’s about getting out of your comfort zone and doing things that you might not have otherwise thought of partaking in.

If you look on the past, on our shared history, you can see that there were many different sides to the world. There were groups of people who fought valiantly, and many-a-times  even ruthlessly. But the fact of the matter is, the humans who have long since perished, knew a thing-or-two about living and about how to fight for what was right, even if they lost in the end.

Life is about both the beautiful and ugly experiences, it’s about feeling profoundly with your heart and thinking deeply with your mind. To share ideas and to take action against any injustice taken on us as a collective.

Certainly, I am very grateful I was raised in a nurturing and caring environment. It’s given me the very stable foundation I have today. However, and I say this with true love as my intent: I cannot survive alone on being nice and agreeable all the time.

Do you understand what I’m getting at?

But what I do know is this. Never take for granted the truth of your existence. Never pretend to be someone else that you’re not, just to fit in with the “cool” crowd. Do what your mind tells you to do. Even though listening to your heart is only meant for reckless, enlivened, and foolish people,  that’s the way I live my life. I live in the moment, I live for the thrill, of the rush that comes with living a true human life.

So I say this as a conclusion. Do not let anyone tell you how to live your life. After all, we’re all living in troubling times. How can anyone expect us to live so carefully? Surely, not even the gods would blame us mortal men for our actions of passion and excitement.Our original sin, I suppose you can say. Thus, I’ve found myself at a full-circle moment. Life is strange in this way, isn’t it?

Forever in Your Debt,

          R.S. Noel

Political Games…Make for Interesting Gains?

Interesting gains? Yes, interesting gains, for those who play it correctly.

Political games make for interesting gains. The people are split on this topic, the people see despair in the system. They see their only hope in the system. But political games, after all, make for interesting gains.

Interesting gains? Yes, interesting gains for those who play it correctly.

When a politician makes $2 million dollars annually through a combination of his different “sponsors”, he’s made a gain. A gain, in this instance, does not mean a victory for the people. It does not mean a new legislation has passed that is in favor of the public’s interest. It means something entirely different. A gain, for a politician, means they’ve moved up the metaphorical ladder in their career.

Yes their career. After all, government is just another workplace.

What people, and even I, don’t fully understand, is the fact that these politicians gain interest only if they can survive long enough in the game. Because you see, if any politician doesn’t play by the rules, by their rules, they are easily replaceable. They are expandable, a throwaway, uninteresting, and a burden to the game. They must play, or else their whole livelihood goes down the drain like a hooker who’s tired of being used.

Don’t you understand?

This isn’t about you or me, this is about them. Unfortunately, it always has been.

So instead of relaying on these prostitutes to help us out when we’re in our most dire straits, why don’t we just leave them on the curve on the next corner, and start looking after each other? After all, political games make for interesting gains…

Forever in Your Debt,

          R.S. Noel