I remember

I Remember

I remember running down the stair to go to school.
I remember sitting at a glass table eating cereal with bananas with it.
I remember swinging on the monkey bars until my hand blisters.
I remember the fear of meeting aunts and uncles for the first time.
I remember admiring my older brother doing so many things that I didn't understand.
I remember the sting of falling on asphalt, scraping up my knees.
I remember the giggling laughter of friends as we laughed at each other.
I remember the sweet smooth coldness of vanilla ice cream.
I remember the joy of running out the door as the bell tolls.
I remember the fun of friends enjoying togetherness.
I remember the growing hatred of working.
I remember the joy of family and friends.
I remember the respect the must be given to my elders for who they are.
I remember the ringing in my ears.
I remember the casual ache in my body.
I remember the nonsense words as i was disoriented.

Cartoons.

The cartoons of the 90s were something that have been repeated over and over again in the 2000s but for some reason they aren't as captivating to my mind. The cartoons in the 90s had humor that went over my head and now I look back on it and I am like wow, that was really inappropriate. As a child you look at things in a way that you understand you don't know if things are like that in real life, but to you that what how they were. Little girls were made from sugar, spice, and everything nice. Super heroes were real. Turtles lived in the sewers and ate pizza, and were ninjas. The idea of the wider world was something that was beyond the scope of your imaginations. But cartoons, you went to the fantastic every day in your favorite cartoon whether it be with "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles," or "Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends," Those things didn't happen in real life. Ninjas didn't try and destroy new york, imaginary friends aren't physical beings, you couldn't put little monsters into balls and call them out to play with you and battle. Cartoons are a source of being exposed to things that won't ever happen to you but will always feel like it because you were engaged.

Found Language

Stop, delight and joy are easy to find. For you are one of a kind.

Look around and you will see, what it is meant to be.

Specials are always free, to one who won't just let it be.

Creation of a better world can be done. Though it might not be so fun.

Available to you is an endless dream. They flow through life like the clearest stream.

But do not enter the land of doubt. For your dreams to sprout.

You have to abandon the things you keep in the attic of your mind.

The fears and insecurities are not good to find.

They only hold you back from taking the risks you want to take.

For thy create problems that only you make.

The vault of dreams would be locked.

There is only one way for you to unlock it.

And that is by your own designs.

Your will to open your mind defines you.

And the it starts, here in your heart.

The state of your mind is more important then any kind of success.

For if you are in Duress.

What is the point of things

If all you have are bindings.   

5 Senses

The five senses are a tremendous thing. The feeling of freshly cut grass, the smell of it. Things that can only be experienced no learned. The sound of cars passing by on the freeway nearby, the occasional dogs bark. Sitting in a lawn hearing the wind rustle through the trees, the children laughing playing with whatever toys were available. The colors of the flowers in the flower bed. The heat of the sun the filtering light through the cloudy haze. the feeling of the cool breeze against my face. Buzzing of bees going about their business. colors blending together from all of the flowers, the green grass, blue sky, and red dodge charger ruining the mood. The smell of gasoline ruining the fresh scent of the park. The sound of children using the water fountain then going back to making high pitch chatter of children having a good time. Adults chatting about their days, all of the sounds of the mundane. The end of the session, a child about the age of 3 tripped around me and started wailing at the top of his lungs because of the scrapes on his knees, his parents distinctly ignored him with a look of exasperation. The feeling of serenity quickly dispersed as the sounds of life collided with me.

First blog

My first name Christopher literally means Christ-bearing. My names basis is from the Latin Christophoros which was adapted from the Greek word. The reason that my parents named me this was because of a little argument. Mainly my mom didn't want to name me Christopher, but she wanted to name me Robin. I am not sure why she wanted to name me that particular name but she probably just liked the sound of it. Robin Chan. My father and my siblings were all against this naming choice, so my dad suggested flipping a coin to chose my name. Heads was Christopher, Tails was Robin. It came up heads so that was my name.

In the beginning of my school career i was never especially fond of my name because it was so common in my generation. There were always at least 2 Christophers in any class that i happened to be in. It was very irritating. But then as i grew older everyone started referring to me as Chris. The annoying part is that every single other Christopher that I have ever met also called themselves by the nickname not by the full name. My name never really felt like it had any sort of identity within itself. The identity to my name is not from what my name is, but the meaning that I have put into my name. The moments of my life that I have instilled on my family, friends, and coworkers. The memories that we shared together, and those memories helped make my name unique to me in their minds. The name isn't something that defines me for who I am, I defined the words with my actions. This is a revelation that I have recently come about with my name being what it is.