Winnie's Philosophy

Sometimes in life you reach those moments where you wonder what's so wrong with your life. Then, you realize that most ridiculous factor and obstacle is YOU. That's where you start doubting your capacity in life. You start asking yourself since when are you important? What's the reasoning of your existance? Afterwards, it gets worse. You start wondering, noticing, or making up in situations the pessimistic actions of yourself and negative behaviors of other humans. You realize that our race is the reason why the world is improperly taken care of, why we got so many diseases, why ice glaciers are melting, why there's a rise in sea levels, why we're running out of resources, why there's so many of us dead, why hate exist, why social and racial issues exist, why we are so absurdly toxic with each other etc. Thinking about it, not once have we been a positive factor in this world without being because we did something stupid and we're trying to fix it. We're are 7.7 billion ignoramus living things. Therefore, I wrote this:

Toxic is the consumer

Toxic is the prey

Toxic is the immensity

Toxic is the edge

Toxic is the addiction

Toxic is the obsession

Toxic is the yes

Toxic is the no

Toxic is the maybe

Toxic is the uncomprehension

Toxic is the beginning

Toxic is the end

Toxic is you

Toxic is me

Toxic are your words

Toxic doesn't wanna let me go

Toxic complains abundantly

Toxic may not love me

Toxic may love me

Toxic doesn't understand

Toxic doesn't see my struggles

Toxic doesn't know that I feel that I don't love myself

Toxic is family

Toxic is not the only toxic

Toxic is the world

Toxic might be everyone

I Wrote this during my Art of Film class as I reflected on the movie Detroit. It’s based on my perspective of the blind man that shoplifts on humanity:

The metal behavior of the soul

The constant breathing of the horn

The melancholic ring of a clam

The asteroids of my body

Don’t belong to destruction

Don’t belong to Extraterrestrials

They don’t greed

They don’t greed

They don’t greed at all.

Remorse, remorse

until it sells it out

until the universe becomes abstract

until hell becomes disease

that is why, that is why

They don’t greed

They don’t greed

They don’t greed at all.

A foolish disease

An evil compassion

A master prey

A poisoned prisoner

It is merciful

It is liquid

Therefore, therefore

they don’t greed

Therefore, they don’t greed

She asks herself the question above multiple times a day as she stares at herself- not in the mirror- but in the inner imagery she tends to build of herself  when she closes her freshly painted eyelids.She doesn’t  know why the hell she keeps thinking of it because self-identity is not the sharpest tool in her pencil case. “Why?”, humanity keeps asking her as if its isn’t blatant that anxiety and pessimism are the only knife-like sensations she detects on her young horizon. She describes it as being stuck on a world overflowed by goldfish, when one itself doesn’t even belong to any surviving species. She is at a constant war between the main dishes and the side dishes of her existence. To simply live or to live? That is the angel’s question. His made up but factual name is Profanious. He comes at her in her daydreams- bright as the flashlight on her phone- and smiles heavenly teeth at her, whispering but not muttering that he understands the DMs of her struggles. Therefore, she relies on him to grow her roots. Meeting him makes her feel bursting ecstasy. She waits for him to arrive at every hour. She asks him the same thing over and over:

Who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

His response is always rough on the beating locks of her demolishing skin: 

"You are the she.

You are the him.

You are the ours.

You are theirs.

You are them.

You are simply you, 

But not the best you"

Annabeth: You got something to say to me,Seaweed Brain?

Percy: You'd probably kick my butt.

Annabeth: You Know I'd kick your butt.

Percy: When I was at the River Styx, turning invulnerable...Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal.

Annabeth: Yeah?

Percy: Then up on Olympus, when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking-

Annabeth: Oh, you so wanted to.

Percy: Well, maybe a little. But I didn't, because I thought- I didn't want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always go better. And I was thinking...

Annabeth: Anyone on Particular?

Percy: You're laughing at me.

Annabeth: I am not!

Percy: You are so not making this easy.

*Percy's point of view:

Then she laughed for real, and she put her hands around my neck. "I am never, ever going to make things easy for you, Seaweed Brain. Get used to it."

When she kissed me, I had the feeling that my brain was melting right through my body. I could've stayed that way forever, except a voice behind us growled, "Well, it's about time!". Suddenly the pavilion was filled with torchlights and campers. Clarisse led the way as the eavesdroppers charged and hoisted us both onto their shoulders.

"oh, come on!" I complained. " Is there no privacy?"