What is a place

What is a place.

There is a place called a motocross track. It can be any motocross track. It is a place where you can live out the desires on your heart. This is a place I like to live my life. This is the untold story of the passion that burns deep in my soul.  There is a deep passion that that yearns to be fed at this place. The motocross track is a holy place to me. To ride my dirt bike on this holy ground called a motocross track is what I long for. Peroration to ride out the passions of my heart start long before any race. It starts before the sunrise of every morning. Working harder then your competition in the gym to get that edge. Having a fined race bike can only go as fast as the rider. Even then you can’t afford to have a weak spot in your game. Having a good bike can make the difference of being able to clear the big jump or crashing into defeat. What I race against is the track not as much as the other riders. If I can manipulate the bike on the track the way I want then I am winning in my mind. Yes claiming first place is a feeling of much accomplishment but to be a master of the dirt is what makes you good.

Peroration, is the most important part of riding one of these motocross tracks. Peroration starts long before any race. The days leading up to a big race is everything. You must be one with your bike. Making sure your equipment is in working order. Being in shape to withstand the physical effort of riding fast. Yes preparation is my best friend. The body has to be just as fine tuned as the race bike. Eating healthy, working out, riding practice. Yes winning begins at the start of everyday. Many hours of dedication go into a very short lived victory. Doing the things you don’t want to do. Being willing and able to go the extra mile. The time spent lifting weights. The sore days of recovery. Running mile after mile. Feeling exhausted. Not willing to accept defeat. Working harder then your competition. Making the sacrifices to get the parts needed for your bike. There is no replacement for horse power. Getting the part that will add that ½ of horse power. Tuning your suspension to have the feel you need to corner quickly. Having a bike that is able to push the limits the way you want. Having a bike that is forgiving for when you make a mistake you don’t end up on the ground. Being one with your bike. Practice makes perfect. As much time as I spend in the gym and working on my bike. I spend less then half on the track pounding out lap after lap. To me, I love riding lap after lap, learning the dirt and the traction it has to give me. Picking up on the smallest of things to improve on. Which line or rut to take when the conditions change. The track is always changing. The dirt of the motocross track is always giving you something new. You could hit a jump 100 times and it will throw you different everytime. Being prepared for every kick bump or slide can make me ride tight if I’m not prepared in my training or tuned my suspension properly. I ride loose to let the bike do its work underneath me. When I’m riding tight I’m not able to react to what can arise in a split second. While riding loose I’m using less energy and letting my bike move around underneath me. Loose muscles react quicker then tense muscles.

 It is the first race of the year after a long winter. Race day is here. I wake up at 4:30. I feel prepared. I have put the laps in. I’m feeling strong from the work in the gym. My bike is tuned in the night before. I sit up in bed and put my feet to the cool floor. My first thought is to thank God for giving the this passion that is placed within me and bless me with a safe day. “Make me fast Lord.” I prayed. I walk down the stairs sluggishly. My mind is ready for the day but my body isn’t just yet. I hope in to the shower to make my body up. I get dressed and pick my favorite moto shirt to wear. It is black with a big logo on the front, showing off one of my sponsers. I go to the kiction to get some sandwiches ready for lunch along with all the snacks and drinks my mom and I may want threw out the day. I yell at mom from the kitction to her bedroom, “I’m almost ready. Are you?” She normally runs late but today she isn’t going to make us late, I thought. I hear here yell back, “Yeah. Are you making food for later?”  I responded with a doutfull, “OK. I just made some food for us. I’ll be waiting outside.” I walk out to the barn and wheel my bike into the back of my truck and load the rest of the stuff up. The sun is starting to rise as we pull out of the drive way. Mom makes a comment about the sun rise but I don’t pay much attention. I was to busy thinking about the track that I will be racing soon. The butterflies in my stomach are starting to set in now and I haven’t even got there yet. We arrive after a 2 hour drive. As we pull in I can see the track. The butterflies flying around in my stomach become a bit stronger. I find a place to park by the track to set up for the day. Seeing all the bikes and riders is making the butterflies almost overwhelming. But moving around to set things up helps relieve the anxiety to ride. I get singed in and check the practice order to see which one I’ll be in. I walk back to put my gear on to get ready for the morning practice before the race. They decide to group the bike brands together for practice. I have a Honda . They grouped the Yamaha and Honda together so that will be my practice. I get to the starting line and warm my bike up and strench a little while waiting for our practice to begin. I can’t wait till it my turn to ride. Finally the Suzuki and Kawisaki practice ends and let us go. I just tip toe around the for the first lap to check out the lines. It is a bit sloppy from all the watering the track workers have been doing this morning. I let her rip on the second lap getting to know what the dirt and jumps have to give me. Jumping the first jump was a pure shot of adrenalin that I have been longing for. I rail around a corner at full throttle.  I carved a new line that no one else was taking. The track was going to be good today, I thought to myself. I whip it off the finish line jump, giving my aprovel that this track was ready for my heart to be lived out here today.  Before I new it practice was over. After practice I calmed down. Getting all the pinned up energy out has me refocused in on the task at hand. I walk over to the post board to see the the moto order. On the way there is so much hussle and bussle. Bikes that are coming off the track weaving there way threw the pits. Looking around seeing all the faces that have the same bunring inside like me. After checking the moto order I'll be riding 3rd and 24nd of 26 moto's. I had singed up for two class to have more track time but they where going to be hours apart and that wasn't going to do me any good because the track will change so much between them. That thought quickly slips to the back of my head as I realize I will be riding in a few minutes. As I walk back threw the pits I start to tune into the task at hand. I didn't even notice the other people that and bikes anymore. Who was riding what new bike or rocking new gear. It was race time. I grab a quick snack before I head the starting line. My heart has been beating in the throat all morning and sitting here at the starting line is about to make my heart to pop out of my chest. There is a uneasy tension at the starting line. As I'm setting in staging, I glance at the rider next to me. He looks just as nervouse as me. I think to myself, am I faster then him? I look at a couple other riders and sizing up the compation. There are a lot of riders for my class today. It looks like a full gate and a full gate hold about 30. Making it even more important for a good start. The 2nd moto leaves the line in a roar right in front of me. I put my helmet and the world goes away. The warror with in comes to the surface. My whole focus is just me the bike and the track. My name is called and I pick my gate. I start to review the thoughts and feelings of the track, visulizing my way around the track. Thinking about the gate drops and how I was going to rocket to the holeshot. I don't even notice the riders on either side of me. I'm in the zone. The moto before me begins their last lap and we are singaled to start are bikes up. A cool machine is fast, so I wait another minute to start my bike. I see the 30 second board girl start to walk out and I start my bike. Everyone has been revving there bike for the past couple minutes. The gate worker starts to point us down to check each rider lined up. He points at me and I give him the nod that I'm ready. He countinues to check down the line. He stops pointing and the 10 sec board is raised. Nothing else exixes in this moment but the gate. The board is tunred sidesways. I stay the the gate. Nothing else exits. It feels like 30 seconds pass. I have the thottle at halfway and the clutch is bearly holding me back. The gate drops and I release the clutch while slamming the throttle wide open. I spin the rear tire off the line. In a instant I'm at the back of the pack. I just did the last thing I wanted to do. Going in to the first turn in the back of the pack. Its like a traffic jam. The first half of lap it was like this. Not being able to go all out was frustrating me. I told myself to remain calm and just breath because this race was going to be a long one trying to make passes. The pack starts to spread out a bit and I start making passes after the first lap. In the fourth turn into lap 2 I pass two riders that got caught up in the the deep ruts. I start to feel the flow of the track and bike underneath me. I enter a focus of another world. I pass riders inside, then outside, and splitting 2 more down the middle. Another lap passes and the riders are getting harder to catch. I think to myself what place I might be in but brush the thought away because there are still more riders ahead for me to pass. I notice the next rider for me to pass is a new friend. I was just riding out at his house the other day. Now I get to show off how much faster I am. He missed the big triple aftger the finish line. I switch my line up right as I hit the jump so I wouldnt land on him. I jumped right over him swouping to the inside for the next corner, setting meself up to pass the guy just in front of my friend, that almost caused us to crash. It is was potitry in montion weaving in and out. I come around for the last lap and I jump the finish line jump I look over and see my step dad flaying his arms. I thought to my self as I jump the next big triple jump, "is there something wrong with my bike, or is the pace I'm riding at got me into the top 10?" I put my head down and just focus on the next guy to pass till its over. I'm slowly catching the rider infront of me. I notice he is tiring. I'm feeling like it is still the first lap. The work I put in this winter in the gym is paying off. I'm almost close enough to make a pass in the 3rd turn. As we drag race up the hill towerd the 4th turn. I already new he wasn't going to risk the big ruts on the inside. I new something he didn't though. I had been forced to make passes everywhere on the track. So I darted to the inside to nail the one of the good ruts left there as he went around the slower inside. The rut I was in gave way and caused me to get side ways but I still held the thottle on steady. I tried to keep him behide me by cutting him off by darting infront of him before the next turn. Instead we hit. He went off the track and skipped the next turn, while I was just happy I'm still on two wheels. I was fired up now. He cut the track and I have to start all over trying to pass him again. Again I caught up in just 2 corners. I was surprized. This time I wasnt going to force the pass. This was the last pass I was able to make before the race ended. I deiced It was going to the the 2nd turn from the end. I kept the pursure on forcing him to think about me instead of taking the fastest lines. He was fast on the back half of the track but not as fast as me I thought. We whip are bikes sideways in mid air off the big double before the finish line. He decides to weather the ruts on the inside I was going to take to pass him. Dang! Ok, It was now or never. I rail around the outside only to notice he was cutting over right where I was going to jump threw the next section. Sneaky, he has played his cards well. I had no choice but to jump the same rythem as he was. I tried taking the outside for a last ditch effort on the last turn. He roled over the finish line, and looking over his shoulder gave a look of disrespect at me. I returned the glair with a rev of my motor. I lost this battle but the war was just begining.

This is the glory of moto.

The fire deep within me burns hot for this need. I believe I hate losing more then I like winning. It is the ultimate sport. Being metally strong to haddle the pressure.

There is no life outside of riding moto. This is what it takes to be the best I have willing gave myself to the life of moto

It's not plagiarism?

It's not plagiarism?

From the questions and looking at the website on this topic of buying an essa, I beleive that overall it is wrong. If you want to have an euducation you need to do the work. Yes, I'm temped to try this. Would I ever try it? I would like to say I have enough integerty to say no. However, I can see the point he makes on having someone else do the work for you when you will be going into a field that you would never your essa writing ablity. That being said I think it is ok to get idea's and recive help on wring an essa but having someone do the whole thing for is wrong.

Custom Writing

http://custom-writing.org/

Comstom-writing.org is a site that can be uses to build an essay for you. This site has very much potential to be use by many students not just in the U.S. but around the world. I, myself am temped to use this site to make an essay because I'm not the best at getting my thoughts to

Lovely recipe

Lovely recipe

The best thing I put in my stew over the past weekend was free range non hormone beef. It just smelled different as I was cooking it. It was as if I could smell the healthiness! From the evidence it would seem my man boobs could shrink by quit eating non hormone meats.

Skyy

Skyy Vodka.


This was the first thing that ended my brain when I thought of the sky. The way it looks it would seem it would never taste bad. Maybe it really does help clear your mind. I bet if I took a drink of this I could be as free as a bird when it fly's threw the sky. Before I new it I would be free of everything in my life and life would be as a dream. Then the morning comes. I start to think of the the haze of things that happend last night. Wait, what really happend? The last thing I remember was dancing to T-pain. How did I get home? I think I took a taxy. It was all a haze. The thought came to my mind to check my phone to see if I have been incriminated on facebook, but what went down last night or for that matter what happend.

Revised Fookend

Food weekend or, Fookend.

It was a nice cool Saturday evening. Normally i would grill when i feel in the mood to cook as i did on this night but i wanted to mix things up a bit. Probably cause of the fact I'm poor and there was much of anything when it came to food in the house. I looked in the freezer and saw there was some stew meet. I sat it out so it could thaw while I contemplated on what to do. I really had no clue what I was doing so I had to seek help of some kind to make something taste good out of this. So I called the best expert i knew on stew making, my sister. I called her up and he ran threw a few ideas on what to do. I headed to the store to track some of the ingredients that I didn’t have. Some vegetables spices and the secret ingredient, molasses. Mean while i called my girlfriend to make sure she would want to eat some before jumping off the deep end to complete this project. Once I had her on boat with the project I went gunge hoe on making my first stew. Just the right tempura, a pinch of this, not to much of that.  Ok, maybe that was way to much spice. It was to late now. It was in the stew. 3 hours later I tasted this final project and it was delicious. Not bad for my first try. Other then a little to much molasses it turned out pretty good. So it would seem I’m a successful cook. The bad thing now is that my girlfriend always want me to cook now. The past year I have developed a cooking habit and she seems like I’m the better cook and wants me to cook most of the time. I come from a a family that the men didn’t do the cooking. So it’s a new experience. I’m not sure how I feel about that either. “Why did the house wife cross the road? Who cares why isn’t she in the kitchen?” Thanks to my sister and girlfriend It would not have been possible to me to complete such a great stew. I cant wait to eat some more of it tonight. It consists of stew meat, corn, peas, water, beef bullion, molasses, oregano, onion, thyme, and basil.  After one hour and thirty minutes cooked on med to low it was done. I can taste it now!

Now that I have confidence of making things from scratch, I made up the rest of the stew meat last night with pineapple and apples. Made it into a quick stir fry. That was a fail. That would have been better on a shish kabob then a stir fry. Apples don’t cook well. They were granny apples. I think a better rout would have been to dip them in a caramel or chocolate for desert.

For desert we had tiramisu. To this day I still don’t really like it that much and the thought of this took me back. The reason I’m scared from this is because of barbeque sauce was on it instead of chocolate. I have never liked barbeque sauce and still don’t. My sister and I order some after we ate some dinner at a Italian restaurant in Bolivar. I remember our meal wasn’t that great and our waitress was a very ditsy. I took the first bit and was mortified buy what I was tasting. It has a bitterly weird taste that left me so puzzled and I instantly spit out what was in my mouth. Amber my sister saw this horrified look on my face and had to try some as well. She could believe that tiramisu could be so bad. Or maybe I was joking. She took a bit and was equally dismayed to what it was. “It’s not tiramisu that’s for sure,” she said.

I feel that I have the power to cook great things. I have even thought that going to a chef school to be a professional cook. Everyone seems to love the way I cook. I do like to go to great expense to make everything that make taste as best as possible. I enjoy the fact what I make with my hands is something disire to have and eat. Food is a need. Just becuase it is a need doesn't mean it can't be amazing to taste. I grew up eating potatos and green beans out of the can, with some kind of bland meat for dinner everynight. The rare ocansion I had equizzit means I would indulge in all the flavors. As I have become older I'm learning what is good food. When we engage in the activity of eating, our brain lights up, using more brain power then any other activity we do. Amazing to think just tasting an apple would do this. The taste buds on the tough is telling me if I like the sour taste; but wait, it's sweet also, giving the ok to swallow the first bit after chewing and squishing the sour yet sweet juices out of the bland, and little crunchy apple.

Food is engaging. You can have a nice date over dinner. Food brings family together. A business meeting held over lunch is a great way to grow ideas. Food bring people together. Friend getting together over a nice meal. Our stomach is a great way to stimulate our brain to have conversation and build relationships. Or just to take a walk down memory lane with an old friend. Maybe make future goals. Eating refocus our bring and body for the day. Just don't eat to much! Just enough to satisfy the mind and body.

Food Weekend

Food weekend. or Fookend.

It was a nice cool Saterday evening. Normally i would grill when i feel in the mood to cook as i did on this night but i wanted to mix things up a bit. Proberly cause of the fact I'm poor and there was much of anything when it came to food in the house. I looked in the freezer and saw there was some stew meet. I sat it out so it could thaw while I contenplated on what to do. I really had no clue what I was doing so I had to seek help of some kind to make something taste good out of this. So I called the best expert i knew on stew making, my sister. I called her up and he ran threw a few ideas on what to do. I headed to the store to track some of the ingreedences that I didn’t have. Some vegtibuls spices and the sercrect ingreedent, molasus. Mean while i called my girlfriend to make sure she would want to eat some before jumping off the deep end to complete this project. Ouce I had her on boat with the project I went gung hoe on making my first stew. Just the right tempura, a pinch of this, not to much of that.  Ok maybe that was way to much spice. It was to late now. It was in the stew. 3 hours later I tasted this final project and it was delishous. Not bad for my first try. Other then a little to much molasus it turned out pretty good. So it would seem I’m a successful cook. The bad thing now is that my girlfriend always want me to cook now. The past year I have develoved a cooking habit and she seems like I’m the better cook and wants me to cook most of the time. I come from a a family that the men didn’t do the cooking. So it’s a new expireance. I’m not sure how I feel about that either. “Why did the house wife cross the road? Who cares why isn’t she in the kitchin?” Thanks to my sister and girlfriend It would not have been porssable to me to complete such a great stew. I cant wait to eat some more of it tonight. It consistes of stew meat, corn, peas, water, beef boulion, molasas, oragao, onion, thyne, and basile.  After one hour and thirty minutes cooked on med to low it was done. I can taste it now!

Now that I have confindedacne of making things from scratch, I made up the rest of the stew meat last night with pinapple and apples. Made it into a quick stir fry. That was a fail. That would have been better on a shishabob then a stir fry. Apples don’t cook well. They were granny apples. I think a better rout would have been to dip them in a carmel or choclete for desert.

For desert we had taramesue. To this day I still don’t really like it that much and the thought of this took me back. The reason I’m scarded from this is because of barbeque sauce was on it instead of choclete. I have never liked barbeque sauce and still don’t. My sister and I order some after we ate some dinner at a Itallian resterrant in Bolivar. I remember our meal wasn’t that great and our waitress was a very ditcy. I took the first bit and was morafied buy what I was tasting. It has a bitterly weird taste that left me so puzzled and I instantly spit out what was in my mouth. Amber my sister saw this horrified look on my face and had to try some as well. She could believe that taramusue could be so bad. Or maybe I was joking. She took a bit and was equally dismayed to what it was. “It’s not taramisue that’s forsure,” she said.

 

Did I do that?

I will never do that again.

I will never try and gun it anyway knowing i wont make the jump. I will never not smell a feed again without smelling it and tasting it. There are so many mistakes I want a do over on. But hey, yolo!! As fun or even knowing it a dumb idea before you do still won't stop us sometimes. Mom and Dad have told me till they where blue in the face but i would do it anyway. As I got older I have learned to watch someone else go first. I watched and learned what my older sisters could and couldn't do so that i could gauge my consequinseces of of. Was it worth it? Sure if my behind or  my skin was going to be unscathed. I remember when I had a nasty fall on bike. It was a hot July day and I was on my last time out. I had to go for that one last ride around the track before I left. There were some tuff ruts to get threw and i forcecd myself to get threw them to try and clear the biggest jump on the track. Needless to say I came up short and broke my leg in 2 place. Lesson learned don't force things.

She was blind.

Knowing that I couldn't make the jump I blocked the consequences out of my mind making me blind to the fact that injery could occer. I was still harden to the fact i couldnt be hurt.  So, i slept on it for a night. I gave in and my mother and she had to drive me to the hospital but not untill she thirlaly reamed me up and down for using such jungdmen

 The toddler is angry.

One upon a time there was a boy that cried wolf. Yes, he was angry that no one believed him after he did the the truth. The little toddler seemed to feel remorse in the story. I remember my dad telling me the story a few times as a young child when i had told a lie. I could only be angry with myself and not the wolf that ate the sheep.

What did you cook this weekend?

It was a nice cool Saterday evening. Normally i would grill when i feel in the mood to cook as i did on this night but i wanted to mix things up a bit. Proberly cause of the fact I'm poor and there was much of anything when it came to food in the house. I looked in the freezer and saw there was some stew meet. It let it thaw out while contenplated on what to do. I really had no clue what I was doing to I had to seek help of some kind to make something taste good out of this. So I called the best expert i knew on stew making, my sister. She go me on the right tack so I was on my way to the store to snag a couple spices and a couple vegtables but keeping it cheap. Mean while i called my girlfriend to make sure she would want to eat some before jumping off the deep end to complete this project. 3 hours later I tasted this final project and it was delishous. Thanks to my sister and girlfriend It would not have been porssable to me to complete such a great stew. I cant wait to eat some more of it tonight. It consistes of stew meat, corn, peas, water, molasas, oragao, onion, thyne, and one other ingreedent that has slipped my mind. After one hour and thirty minutes. cooked on med-low it was done. I can taste it now!

Due Monday.
Writing about food that means a lot to me.

Gex

My mind is a and ocean of thoughts that swirl and flow around. Looking at the pitcure of the lizards that were so very coloraful, was giseir going off in my mind. Thoughts in my mind seem to move like water moving around in my body and mind see visions of things past that remind me of the gekos I had as a youth. It was fun to catch crickets to feed to them. Watch them strike like lighting for a meal. The skin of how they felt was crazy; scaly soft faguel creatures but tuff to the feel. The smell of their tank with fresh ceder chips would cover up the little poop terds. The cute screchs and chirps that they made was messmarising. One of them got out when I was cleaning thier tank. For a couple of weeks before I caught it again and Gex would croke every night expressing his happyness of being free of his cage. I'm sure he was able to find a spider or two to eat while he romed the back of the house. I wonder what it would be like to see life threw Gex's eyes. I wonder if the world would seem less stressful only to worry about what you would eat next rather then bills and getting to work on time and taking care of others. In his world he was king. Well as long if he didn't get caught by my cat for a midnight snack! He could easly keep away from Goldy. Being able to cling onto the walls and celings could keep him away from harm. I remember seeing him change color to the wall paper. It was white pink and green. I didn't thing he could be all those crazy colors at ounce but he was and it was a sight to see. He evaded me for 2 weeks but I finally caught him and he never croked the same again. Saddly he had to be returned to the tank where he lived his life. I ended up giving him away for a sicence project for some students at a high school. Or so i hope. I hope he wasn't disectided instead. Gex was a cool pet for few months I had them.

Destribe the image on the screen

I'm looking at a image that has 3 differant kinds of lizards. They are very colorful with bright tints. Reds greens yellows blues with stripes and spots. Pretty amazing to look at. I love animals so this kind of picture takes to me to a good place. I see a skinny one and a fat one and also a normal size one. Lizards are a cool species. The last thing i notice is a feather in the middle.

I Thinking of a place I like to go. It is my mind. It is a wonderful place. I can create whatever I want. When I'm trying to relax I just clear everything out. When I want to sleep I just think of my favorite things or things i want. Over spring break I went to Chicago and it was such an amazing place. I didn't feed stressed or the need to go to my happy place. What causes me to go to this place is when i need to rest or find some type of releaf to problem or some kind of stress.

What I can see in this place are my favorite sport athletes my favorite toys my favorite moves or best shots from games I have played. In this place I can zoom around and be all and see all situations and outcomes. It is as if I'm a god and I can do no wrong.

Everything I can smell. I can smell trouble before it comes. I can stop to smell the flowers whenever I want. because I'm the king of this place. Nothing wrong will come to me while I stop to take the time and smell the air for a fresh sent of something sweet.

To touch what is untouchable is now the possible. There are no boundaries in this place. I can reach out to feel the soft grass and the walk threw a field. Feel the breeze as I watch it push the blades of grass like waves in the ocean. To feel something is a sense of knowing what the grass feels.

The sounds are normally joyful but it seems like I remember the the alarming ones best. Hearing the screeching tires of a car coming to a quick stop before a crash. The sound of a loud siren up the street warning of the coming tornado. These are real memories of sounds that have changed my life. I want to hear the joyful sounds of the heavens when I leave this life.

The sweet taste of all the things I want. The sweet taste of vicory. To taste the fresh waters of heaven to come. I would not like to taste the black smoke of the burning hells. To dream of a place of nothing but sweets and never getting fat. To taste all the things that are forbidden. Is there a cost to tasting such things?

This place that I go in my mind does really does exist. With all the favorite things, smells, sounds, and things to touch this place I go from time to time anything can be explored to fullest. Before I fade of to sleep I can think of the favorit things and sports player or vidoe game moves I like and how they might all relate to what I think and like to be. When i fade to this place I can feel as if I'm really there by smelling the flying dirt, feeling the the rift tightly clinched  to my body as the fighting in the trenches.

Heaven or Hell?

Hells and Heavens
              
I have been threw hells and heavens. I can think of many differant kind of have hell and heaven. Heaven on earth or raising hell. I'm having a hell of a time. What the Hell!? Lairers go to hell. Decending to the heavens. Are you making it to heaven? You are heavenly. These are some differant ways to use these words. This is why I love English, so many ways to use a word. So many contextes to use just one word to be explanatory.

We can create our own hell or heaven. I persoally do all the time. Problorly daily. Procrastanating is proborly my worst hell to give myself. My best heaven i give myself is all ways seeing the good in things. Looking at the best side of things. Just having a upword view of thing. Heaven on earth sort of.

This I believe:

This I believe

 Kyle Beesley

Conspiracy theories

Conspiracy theorists are a seasonal people. They believe the government is out to get them, they also believe that almost everything is a government cover up of some kind. I speak from experience, my step-father listens to Alex Jones. He is the poster child in the world of conspiracy theories. He has a daily talk show on the radio, in which he talks about current events and what he thinks the government is doing or not doing and why they are covering things up. Remember, "Big brother is out to get you." Alex Jones just feeds the frenzy of conspiracy theories with government cover- ups with whatever he feels “really happened." 

I will admit, that though I am not a conspiracy theorist, I do believe that the government does cover up a lot of things, but not to the extent of what some of those who adhere to this as a belief system would say. I think we should keep our government in check, while allowing them to do their job. We are all in this together. This is our country. I think being political active and keeping up with current events is great, but finger pointing has never been the answer. Conspiracy theorists seem to think most, if not all, people in power are up to something bad in some way. I have found that if you study someone or something hard enough you will find fault in it.

There is no perfect person and at times, those who believe they are seem to be cowards in their accusations at times. United we stand, divided we fall, wise words, spoken by an even wiser man. Abraham Lincoln had a point that I believe to be true. An example of this would be the Republican Party. The Tea Party side has separated themselves and split the republican votes leaving demarcates to rule. Our country is having a bit of an identity crisis. Who do we want to become? I think we have made progress when we look over the course of history and see the mental change in the way we address issues of old. Especially when it comes to addressing issue involving human rights. It give me peace of mind when I see just a little piece of love in the world when there is also so much hate. 

Bringing it back to conspiracy theories and theorists, I personally have spent some time in those waters. I grew up around people who believe in these very things. People in this movement talk about being open-minded, but in actuality, they are the ones with the closed minds. I believe that rather than spending too much time and money to trying to uncover what the government is up to, maybe they should put all that energy towards helping people who need help. An example of a country that has rampant repercussion from conspiracy theory is Africa. It is a place of tremendous resources and untapped wealth but the people are too busy fighting, fighting the government, fighting each other, just fighting and because of that, the residents within suffer. Those of the conspiracy theory group in the United States is the same way, we are too busy fighting about who did what and when and who wronged whom. We need to quit playing the game of Tag. I understand the hurt and I understand that there are things that get covered up and people who get wronged and hurt in the process. I am not saying this is right. I am not justifying anything the government would cover up, but we need to be better. We need to take a new approach. Get in involved and help each other instead of pointing fingers.

I will say that I do believe there are plenty of things wrong with some of the operations of the government and some of the people in power. That does not mean I will quit voting. I feel as if I cannot talk if I do not vote. If there have been voting scams, it will never stop me from doing the right thing and continuing to vote. Politics will always be messy because everyone has ideas that will be different from yours. It just takes work to get sides too different sides to work together. If I don’t see it the way another person might doesn’t mean I reject you as a person or think less of you.

I have always felt that people shouldn’t be a part of the problem. Be a part the solution!

My five favorite Words

My five favorite Words,                                                                                                2-28-14

1.  Awesome - Life Striving
2.  Dude - Check yourself
3.  Yo - Talk to me
4.  Hey - How are you?
5.  Amazing - Beautiful
6.  Yup - Agreed (just an extra one for kicks!)

                                                                                                                                      3-5-14

I like the butter of life and but not all the goobly goop with it. The day to day grind is grueling on ones soul but I cant help but to stop and smell the amazing flowers. I'm feeling a led flefer neffer neffer.  My thoughts are flowing out the way i would like.  The knackered of life is starting to catch up this day but what ev's!  I have other more important things to worry about then to be wonky.  Why now of all the times to run out of class time!  I'm dreaming of the day I don't have to worry about going insane in the membrane. Forealz yo I got to go.

Life

Life,

Life is full of deciecions.  Choices that make our lives.  I personally have been making many life changing decesions lately.  Maybe, it is because I'm growing up.  I have more responablies then ever.  I have to completely provide for myself now.  No more living of my parents.  No more support net.  My needs now out weigh my wants.  This is tuff becuase I'm use to getting what i want and need, not having to sacerfice one for the other.  I still want to hold on the old.  To get the new i need to left go of the old.  If i keep holding on the now i can never get the future secessfully.  I want to be able to give my childern more then I have had.  I'm starting to figure out if i want to do that, I need to work harder then my parent did.  I'm starting to undstand what it involes to get to that level.  It takes more dedacation will and desire then i have at this point.  I want growth in my life.  I want to be the best me as possiable.  It is a never ending process.  I may be to hard on myself but never the less I want to acheive great things.  I want to leave a legacy in this world.  It is going to take a lot of hard work.  It is over welming to thing about but I'm going to start one day at a time.


I think something I want to start doing again to give me a out/stress releaver is start riding motocross again.

Person's

Physical and Personality Traits.                                                                                              2-24-14

I'm thinking of a person that has a Long flowing bread with graying hair using a sexy tall staff to help his tall muscular frame up standing next to a spiky burning bush.  He is a sleepy type that keeps happy being organized and yet sassy about being sportively happy to those that want to be jolly when they might be scared of soemthing but staying fosued on the task at hand but being happy.

I do not know this man personally but his name is Moses.  He is a legend.  From pictures made of him he has the best bread of all time along with all the other crazy stuff he had going on.

my revised writing,                                                                                                                2-26-14



Physical and Personality Traits.

I'm thinking of a person, that a long flowing bread with graying hair using a sexy tall staff to help his tall muscular frame stand up next to a spiky burning bush all can go together.  He might slumber now and thing to just nose off but kind of the type that keeps happy being organized and yet sassy about being sportively happy to those that want to be jolly when they might be scared of something but staying focused on the task at hand but trying to being happy.

I do not know this man personally, but his name being quite legendary.  Moses, from pictures made of him it would seem he made the best bread of all time along with all the other crazy stuff he had going on.

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