Constantly Moving

My whole life, the only constant thing has been moving. I went to several schools in several school systems across three States before I graduated high school. That hasn't changed since growing up, since I have found myself in several predicaments when it comes to finding a lasting job and residence. Indeed, I have found myself living out of suitcases for the better part of the last year as my life is continually tossed in turmoil as I try to find out where to go next and how to get there. Constantly moving, constantly changing. I have no answer to "where are you from?" since I'm from many places. I have no place to call home, in a literal sense of the word. The place I reside now is not my home. There is nothing "home" about it. It's really sad to think about. It may be the "grass is greener" but...I've always wanted a real home. A place where I can put down roots and have a decent job, a spouse, a family. A place where I can live for more than a few years, where I'll get to know people around, and have a favorite shop or restaurant I visit on a regular basis and have a rapport with the proprietors. I feel, only those without a place to call home can truly appreciate what it means to have one. It's like that other old saying, "you can only appreciate what you have when it's gone." While I've never had it, when I finally do, I feel I will be able to appreciate it, though I will probably spend several years wondering "will I have to move again?"

Eyes on the Hearts

One thing I notice on a regular basis of the human race is that everyone who judges, judges based on the petty exterior of humans without ever really looking at them. People who look young are automatically looked down upon by people around their age or even younger simply based on looks. It's truly pathetic. Body shape and color, not just of skin, but also hair and eyes. It's really sad. All these things mean nothing compared to who the person actually is. I myself make it a point to give everyone a shot, even if I get a bad feeling on first impressions. I keep hoping that someone will prove me wrong. It sadly hasn't happened yet. It leaves me with little hope for the future, but I refuse to give up entirely. Stop looking to the surface--look instead to the heart, for that's all that really matters.

The News

I intentionally don't watch or read the news. Why? Because all I've ever seen is negative stuff. I mentioned this before, but now I want to posit a question: Why is it always negative?

Everywhere I look, and some of my friends and family always bombard me with negative news. Why can't they ever tell me something positive? What is it about the human species that it's so obsessive about the negative things? Do we just like complaining? Does it make us feel better to constantly spout negativity to others? I think people think so, but I beg to differ. Spouting the negativity means you're focused on the negativity. Focusing on the negativity makes you negative. Even if you spout it off, you're attempting to make another person negative, even if you don't realize (and I think a lot of us don't). We need to let the negativity die and become more positive. Focus on the good things. Go breathe some fresh air, or bake something and smell that. Watch or read something that truly makes you feel better. Surround yourself with positivity. You'll feel better, and that's the first step to creating a positive force for the world.