Monday, January 26, 2015

A speech I wrote

In the spring of 1861, Scarlet O'Hara, a young conniving flirt, can’t bear the fact that Ashley Wilkes is getting married to a frail simple girl named Melanie. And here the story begins in the well known Gone With The Wind. As the tale continues, and the civil war progresses, Scarlet finds herself having to deliver Melanie’s child while bombs go off around her. Having to make a quick getaway, Scarlet, with the help of her friend Rhett, make it out of Atlanta where Rhett abandons her and leaves her to drive the carriage, hauling Melanie and her new-born child, through Yankees, deserters, and soldiers. After a very strenuous journey, Scarlet makes it to her home, where she finds more troubles and heartaches. She begins to rebuild her home, working for weak Melanie, and is furious when the tax is raised on it. Through lying and cheating she somehow finds herself a husband that can give her the money she needs. One day she is attacked by two black men. Another she falls down the stairs. Her father and mother both die. She kills a Yankee soldier. Her husband dies. She marries Rhett. She has a daughter, Bonnie, and she dies. After all of these monumental circumstances, Scarlet never changed, and was still a young conniving liar.
Today our circumstances are hardly dire. Once in a while you lose your job, you don’t get a good grade, you offend someone. Most of us have ever been truly starving, and our heaters and blankets keep us warm at night. But this life isn't without opposition, we are human, we still make mistakes, and we still have hardships and “trials” if you will. And for often an unknown reason, people expect you to get another job, they expect you to increase your grades, and to apologize to the person you offended. You are expected to push through trials, to fix mistakes, and to ultimately better yourself all the time. There is no doubt that humans are always refining and improving themselves. We do it naturally. You can see proof of it in a child learning to talk of their own accord. It’s exhilarating to learn a new word, take your first steps, and eat your first bite of real food. Yet……. there is something that is hindering this exhilaration. There is an inconspicuous wall that is blocking our path to refinement. This wall takes the form of a phrase. A phrase that we all somewhat believe, and it is this: circumstances refine us, so that we don’t have to refine ourselves.
Permit me to explain through the following analogy: When you are in your teens, and even younger than that, you are most likely taught to be nice to everyone, especially children. We are taught and we learn from experience that there is things you can do to be a better teacher and example towards kids. And here comes the false mentality that we all so readily and foolishly agree with: Parenthood will make us into good parents…. why not wait for that to be better?
I think we all know that this is foolish thinking, yet, don’t you somewhat believe it?.... We know things we can do to become a better parent, we have learned lessons, but then why do we wait until the last second to refine a skill? Why do we think becoming a parent will make us a good parent?
As we rely on parenthood to refine us into good parents we become dependent on our circumstances to refine us into good people.
But we are forgetting much. Circumstances, like parenthood, only have the power to teach us, not change us. Until you apply these lessons circumstances teach, they don’t make you better in any way at all. Knowing was never doing. It’s rather like the phrase, “you can lead a horse to water but you cannot make him drink.” Circumstances do not refine us, the implementations of lessons learned from them, do.
In the famous story Unbroken, by Laura Hillenbrand, Louie Zamperini, an aspiring Olympic runner, became involved in WWII, and like many other enlisted men, Louie Zamperini and a crew of 11 crashed their plane into the Pacific Ocean. Louie, Phil, and Mac, were the only survivors. Left with two rafts, two chocolate bars, some water, and a couple other resources, they began to realize their fate. On their first morning Louie woke up to find that the chocolate bars and water were devoured by Mac. After being questioned, Mac simply stated that it didn't matter. Mac’s decided fate was obviously an impending one. It seemed impossible to see any other fate than death, yet, death was not the only fate. After many restless hours and days on their rafts, Phil and Louie began to talk to one another in an attempt to keep their minds sharp. They often asked Mac to join in, who often declined. Phil and Louie had also decided their fate, and they were determined to make it an objective one.
After 33 days in the Pacific, Mac died inevitably. Phil and Louie were still survivors after 47 days of dehydration, starvation, and torture. They still went on to survive two years in Japanese prisoner camps.
One fact remains with this story. Louie and Phil were able to look past their seemingly inescapable fate, and survived, while Mac broke down and succumbed to this "fate”, and died.
This tale proves that we can’t rely on our circumstances to refine us. Louie not only learned about being strong through intense struggle when he was younger, he WAS strong when he was younger, which made him ready to face the Pacific Ocean and all it’s horrors. Phil was a religious man and relied on God. This must have not only taught Phil to be strong, Phil decided TO BE strong. Louie and Phil made the decision to refine himself, instead of relying on their circumstances to make them admirable people. During Mac's life, he most definitely had struggles. Yet Mac had not fully practiced this unbreakable strength through struggles, therefore he was not ready to face true opposition.
We cannot rely on our circumstances to refine us, unless we want to end up like Mac.
Though this concept is rather difficult to grasp, many people truly understand it:
Brooker T. Washington said: "Character, not circumstances, makes the man." Similarly, Martha Washington stated; “The greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.” Benjamin Disraeli: "Circumstances are beyond human control, but our conduct is in our power." Thomas Jefferson: "Nothing gives one person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances."
As these people understand this concept, we must understand it. If we don't….. well, lets take a look at the outcome of people who do not refine themselves. Parents everywhere are frustrated at their children and perhaps will never not be. Mac is abandoned in the great Pacific ocean, with a sad fate, and a sad ending. And finally, Scarlet O'Hara, the girl from Gone With the Wind, was left by Rhett, her third husband, right after she realized she truly loved him. She was left in complete hopelessness, with so many lessons learned but not implemented.
The outcomes of these examples were not because their circumstances led them to failure. It was because of their small acts of unwillingness to change. It’s easy to be left just like them, with deep sadness, little amount of self worth, and an inability to face upcoming struggles.
How can we avoid this fate? How can we overcome this wall of not understanding circumstances that is blocking our path to refinement?
The answer is simple: We must decide to refine ourselves. When circumstances teach us a flaw, we must fix and refine this flaw.
To do this, we can learn from other people struggles and circumstances. We can refine ourselves from others experiences, and be ready for circumstances similar to their own. Read the story unbroken, and find yourself becoming more unbroken. Listen to Scarlet O’Hara’s story, and change in yourself, what you see she needs to change in herself. Find people who have truly come to understand this concept, people like Martha Washington and Benjamin Disreali, and come to understand it as they have.
We all want to be better, it’s in our nature. We celebrate becoming better every year on our birthdays. And in order to permit this natural feeling to carry us forward on the path of refinement, we must tear down this wall built with the indoctrinated belief that circumstances make us better, so all we have to do is "bear the trial." We must tear down this long forgotten wall. I have made you notice it, I have brought it to your remembrance. So now we must tear down this wall we have built with tears of self pity glistening in our eyes, brick by brick. We will tear down these circumstances, these despicable excuses.
Ladies and gentlemen, We CANNOT rely on circumstances to refine us, we must decide to refine ourselves.
Today our circumstances are hardly dire. Once in a while you lose your job, you don’t get a good grade, you offend someone. Yet a day will come, when you are faced with profound hunger, complete cold, or teaming sorrow. And you will see either, hope, or hopelessness.
Decide now.
As Ella Wheeler Wilcox once wrote:
“We will be what we could be. Do not say,
"It might have been, had not this, or that, or this."
No fate can keep us from the chosen way;

He only might who is.”

Friday, January 16, 2015

A feeling

I want to explain a feeling
And I know it won't be fun
In fact, it's many feelings all jumbled into one
It's rather like hopelessness
but not quite
It's almost carelessness
but that still isn't right

This feeling only comes when older
when old enough to feel
It's trying so many times
yet finding that your trying wasn't real.

When this feeling occurs nothing is ever done.
As I said, it isn't at all fun.
Gladly this feeling goes away
But sadly it comes back..
just the second you realize it's gone.

Clutter and mess,
Never getting dressed
Sitting and thinking
of standing up
Standing and thinking
of sitting down

I don't really like this feeling.
It doesn't suit me at all.
So after all this I have one resolution
to not feel it at all.

-Ella Johnson

Reliance

Oh how much do we rely
on everything?
Our shoes are to carry us, cats are to cuddle us,
and our voices are required to sing.

Oh how much do we rely
on a simple hair clip?

Let me tell you, there is oh-so many things
We rely on feelings, mentalities,
Summer, winter, fall and spring. 

What would the world be like
if we'd have nothing to rely on?
Would it be more selfish or less selfish?
What would it be like, if dependency was gone?

How would we go about forming opinions,
How would we treat our friends?
How would the world contain us,
If our self-reliance was never to end?

But with reliance, comes humility. 
With reliance, comes love.
Yet when we rely on everything,
What would we ever think of?

Monday, January 5, 2015

My short story

Prologue
(you better read this you dirty rotten reader who always skips prologues)

Ever since Gertrude had learned how to say “why” as a child, it became her favorite word. She asked it about everything. Even as she grew to become more mature her brain always turned to the “why” rather than her mothers “when” or other peoples “how.”
She treasured this attribute, but only at times. Some days she tossed it aside, thinking it too selfish to keep, too imperfect to treasure.
For treasure is dangerous, unless it is shared.


The thoughts of Gertrude Fitzgerald

Nothing was quite perfect.

Lawns were mowed, houses cleaned, school learned, and life lived. But... Something wasn't quite perfect.
Parking lots were painted as often as the borderlines of a soccer field. Traffic was hethenistic and therefore it never transpired. Curling irons were used everyday to coil hair in the most optimal shape. Life was perfect.

But it wasn’t.

There was just the right amount of people in this specifically ideal neighborhood. With many imperfections, it was perfect. It looked perfect therefore it was. The people looked perfect therefore they were. In this absolute neighborhood there was a girl. And she was different.
She was this way, only because she chose to be. Her name was Gertrude.
………………………………..

In a life-time, people aim to become better. Most ordinary people intend to be a better person at 98 than they were at 13 years old. It’s only human nature to progress. And as present becomes the past and the future history, we expect each other to become better together, to learn from the history, to use new inventions, to wear nicer clothes, to speak more refined, to be healed from sicknesses more efficiently, and therefore, be more perfect than the past generations. But we are not. The fact is, people are born equal, and they shouldn’t expect one generation to make better choices than the last one.
Moral progression does not come as a society.
And so were the thoughts of Gertrude Fitzgerald as she let her feet dangle above the pavement and pound down into a depressing rhythm. She often had thoughts like these. Perhaps they gave her joy. Perhaps they didn’t.
“What are you thinking about, Gertrude?” Nancy Witherbee stated artlessly while crossing the street towards her.
Though the statement was without art, the day was not. The sky was as blue as a robins egg with wisps of cloud painting itself above jagged and colorful mountains. The sun was a cup of hot chocolate, filling your soul with warmth. Flowers (that still had life within them) smiled and became confident again.
“I bet you're worrying about all the homework you have to catch up on. I have so many papers to write….. and I don’t even have the patience to calculate and add them all up.”
Gertrude smiled in understanding, and watched Nancy’s coiled curls bounce up and down and the impeccable style of her outfit.
“Heather!” Nancy exclaimed and sprinted away from her with a wave of a hand.

Gertrude walked to the school in rhythm, sloshing through the doors that whooshed a wave of bleakness all over her freckled skin.
This school consisted of stout brown bricks piled together in absolute order. Not just the bricks were stout, the entire air of the school stank of stoutness. It’s edges were many, and curves very few. Gertrude knew this place like the kinks in her hair, the chubbiness of her cheeks, and the shortness of her stature.
She trudged from class to class always in her rhythmic pattern, observing much. Lucy, somewhat of a gossiper always had something to say in her shrill whisper. Margaret, a peacemaker in any kind of turbulence,(including harmless discussion) always calming and explaining with expertly pedicured fingers. Perhaps Gertrude judged these people a little too harshly. Perhaps she didn’t. After all, they did try, and things they thought they understood were believed and lived fully. But Perhaps Gertrude had the most to say about Nancy. Without anyone acknowledging it, (because everyone unconsciously refused to) she was the leader.

………………………...

In Gertrude’s last class, she was pleased to be assigned to write a about why the fall of Rome came to pass, and how you think we can prevent the United States from falling today.
This was a fun topic for Gertrude. Though she hated writing, she did enjoy expressing her opinion. In fact, it was a strange topic……. No one would be able to predict how strange the outcome was of it.
And it all began with Nancy. Her paper, written and turned in the following week, was read aloud in class by the teacher:

“The Fall Of The USA
Nancy Witherbee
September 6th 2015

The Roman empire was the biggest empire ever recorded in history. It’s roads and cities stretched out all the way from England to where Iraq is now. The biggest question with this massive Government is why and how it fell. I am here to tell you my theory on how and why the biggest empire in history demolished itself and how we as The United States Of America can change this process, and maintain our strong Government, or, build a new and stronger one.

Rome was too immoral. That’s all there is to it. Even during Pax Romana (A long period from Augustus to Marcus Aurelius when the Roman empire was stable and relatively peaceful) there were 32,000 prostitutes in Rome. Emperors like Caligula and Nero became infamous for wasting money on lavish parties where guests drank and ate until they became sick. The most popular amusement was watching the gladiatorial combats in the Colosseum. Those morals and values that kept together the Roman legions and thus the empire could not be maintained towards the end of the empire. Crimes of violence made the streets of the larger cities unsafe. And in the end, they fell because of it.

In America today I believe there is a decrease in values. We are dangerously close from failing like they did. The only way to change this, of course, is to stop the decrease of values. Simple conclusion to a not so simple problem. It seems far too simple, but let me explain it before we jump to dishonest conclusions.

People will always be immoral. This is a fact. There will always be liars and cheaters and haters, etc. Because Governments are not successful when too much immorality goes on, does this mean that our Government will have to eventually fall? Never! It means we must establish a Government where we can eliminate immorality. The USA has done an okay job of doing this, yet I believe we can do better. There is things we can do to change it and make it better. We must change it. History repeats itself if we don’t learn from it. Why wouldn’t we learn from the fall of rome? Why wouldn’t we better the Government today? Why wouldn’t we do all that is in our power to keep our Government sustainable, as long as possible? There is no answer to these questions, no answer that would outweigh our bigger purpose. We must do everything in our power to not end with a fate identical to the sad one of Rome. We must do it, for our children, for the fathers who founded us, and for the bettering and perfecting of everyone.
If we do not, America, our blessed nation, will fall.”

The teacher commented on it. We congratulated Nancy, and went on with our lives.
It wouldn’t have been thought of again.

………………………………..

“I believe differently. I think there is many things we can better. Would you go up to a person and say, you are as good as you can get? People can’t be perfect, yet can they be better? Just think of all of the war that these people have just gone through, that YOU have just gone through. Would you go up to those people, would you tell people who have gone through hell, that we can’t be any better. There is no hope. War will carry on because Government can’t stop it? That not just war but violence will continue, that abuse will continue, people could die in the streets from lack of governing. And you would tell them there is nothing you can do about it. Really?”
This was the content of a club Nancy had started. Surprisingly, people did in fact join, most likely out of their inability to understand moral obligation. This club, was specifically for people who believed the Government was something they had to be involved in. If they had any chance at being perfect, they had to be involved in the world. Besides, Nancy always made cookies.
Gertrude, often curious, would stand against the door to this club, always attentive and listening to their words, yet never willing to step inside.
Today, Nancy had brought up the possibility of a World War. She had explained; if we (“we” meaning the group of youth sitting in chairs trying to discuss serious things) were to be the only ones left, the only people to build a new Government, how would we do it? How would we stop war, and how could we regain peace under an orderly society?
This brought up the question of maintaining our current Government. To which Nancy answered with a powerful and emotional guilt tripping listed above.

Though these kids were trying to discuss serious things, they didn’t realize how effective their trying would be, and how very serious their discussions were.

Gertrude even began to wonder. She tried to push it aside, shove off these thoughts as unimportant. Yet she knew they were. Deep down, these thoughts were begging to transform into opinions, opinions that somehow were to become the most important.
Even after this club, people began to wonder, to think.
The discussions sat, as all important things do.

…………………………….

There were so many characters. So many. They were all talking, all shouting, all voicing a new idea, a new opinion. And the carpet, it was ugly, full of rainbow twirls and swirls. It was too hot. The humidity in the room would cause an asthmatic person to have a loss of breath. The space. There wasn’t enough. The ceiling was giving in. The light flickered off and on like a strobe light. There wasn’t enough of it. The colors flashed on and off with the light and mixed all of the commotion into a disturbing churn.
It was too much.
This was the containment of Gertrude Fitzgeralds mind. There was no escape for her. Unless she took the escape everyone else was taking.
And that was……………… The shouting of characters began again as Gertrude tried to wrap a hold around her world.

Her silent tears cooled her flushed cheeks as she fell asleep against her pillow.

……………………………..

Gertrude walked past houses, looking exactly like one another, and blending in with the fall colors. Black, brown, grey, cream, and dead. The dark road was the only black thing in sight, yet there seemed to be a blackness in the air. One could see the darkness of it by watching the way it tickled the trees, and then ferociously slammed into them, knocking off what little leaves they had left. For Gertrude, this wind could only arouse goose-bumps, and push her forward, as the wind always did in the fall, reminding her of the real darkness that she had yet to defeat. She saw the color of cream in the sky, being a very pale day, the blue friendly heavens were hidden by clouds that couldn't decide if they wanted to be gloomy or not. Nor could they decide if it was going to rain.

Gertrude observed all of this in her usual rhythmic pattern of marching, listening to the leaves crunch under her boot. Perhaps she was listening a little too keenly though, because it wasn't until something got extremely close, before she recognized the sound of more leaves being crunched directly behind her.
"What a felicitous day for me to find you here Gertrude."

She woke with the inability to breath.
Nothing serious, just fatal….. Gertrude thought with an attempt at laughing not screaming out in complete terror.

({interjection from the author})
At this point, you are confused…... It would be nice to say that all that had happened so far flashed through Gertrudes mind, a tricky explaining tactic used by many authors. Yet I don’t know about you, but if I was unable to breath at the moment, I would not be thinking of the unpleasant things in the past. And you see ladies and gentlemen, we come to a dilemma. Gertrude needs to breath, but more importantly, the reader needs some explaining. This dilemma can obviously be fixed with a simple explanation right at this moment:
Nancy’s club had become very successful. Under Nancy’s direction, they had talked to their congressman, made it to the news, etc. It’s not as if Nancy was the new President, but  without anyone acknowledging it, (because everyone unconsciously refused to) Nancy was a born leader.
It’s not that just she was inspiring enough to gain like, a lot of power, it was also her arguments. People dared to believe them, then actually started to, and then it was hopeless, because they knew them to be true, why wouldn’t they be true? How couldn’t they be true? They made perfect sense.
And so it was up for Gertrude to decide. And she decided to be different.
Which caused her to suffer. Especially after she expressed her feelings to Nancy. Again, it’s not as if Nancy had any real power over anyone. But again, here was Gertrude, kidnapped by the people who most disagreed with that very thing.
({Interjection from the author has ended)}

Her head was spinning, and fingers tingling, she was unaware if these were symptoms that signified being close to death, but they were anything but pleasant.
She just knew she had to breath. She must breath. She HAD to breath.
Yet she didn’t, she felt herself slowly slipping away, slowly her swirling head and tingling skin overcame anything and everything else.
…………………..

“What are your last thoughts Gertrude?” Nancy stated artlessly.
“I hate you.”
“I wasn’t finished! What are your last thoughts after I ask this question….. Why are you so determined prove me wrong? I want an honest answer, I deserve one.”
“I am so determined to prove you wrong Nancy because you are wrong. You are wrong about everything. I know that choice must be value-”
“Oh this is good. Heather, go get a pencil and paper to write this down.”
“Above all else, freedom is my most treasured gift.” Gertrude said louder. “People will make mistakes, people will knowingly make them. They will be cruel and naive and utterly stupid. Just like you, Nancy.” She said with a smile. “And the world will still go round. But guess what, if we do not have the ability to choose, there will be no morality.” She was yelling at this point. “Because that itself is the biggest sin. You are wrong Nancy.” She screamed. “You are wrong!”
“I’m done with her.”

Suddenly Gertrude found herself in the recently referred to state of feeling like everything and anything was too much. She was in that terrible room again, that terrible state of utter confusion and churnings. Lights flickering, carpet swirling, people shouting things that should make sense but didn’t.
But it changed.
Suddenly, it became totally opposite, and Gertrude knew that her short-lived pain had ended. The room turned white, harshness was removed from the lights, the carpet was soft and sinky, and the voices disappeared, leaving plenty of room for Gertrude to simply smile.

Life could finally be perfect.



Authors Note:

If this book left you quite puzzled, that would make two of us.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Some nice pictures of what I have eaten recently


Photography by Ella Johnson

Confessions of a footpicturetaking-aholic

I seriously have a problem.

Guys........... I am addicted to taking foot pictures.

No, I am not addicted to buying shoes,  I don't even like shoes more than the average person!

Though it's painful, here is some proof:





The beach was hard for me to get through especially....
I told you, it's bad. The average person would be taking a photo like this:


Where as I am taking a photo like this:


And that's not even the worst of it, this foot picture taking disease has showed up in simple ordinary photos:


And I don't even want to talk about when I get my hands on a Nikon or Cannon:


Converse are my weakness

Seminary Sunrise

Frosty cars
Heartless cold
Stoic mountains
Complaining untold
For here is a glimmer
Of beauty, of light, of sun
Here is a glimmer
In position to run
As lines of light are defined
And beams victoriously shined
you almost feel the warmth of the
glowing, feathered, softness

Up it comes!
In five seconds or less
Fixing up the tidy, compacted, cold
With a little bit of mess

-Ella Johnson


Photography by Ella Johnson

Drops of happiness




Photography by Ella Johnson