Here's a journal entry I wrote on dA in regards to the past two days. It's pretty damn long, so if you're not much of a reader... Skim it. Anyways, I titled it Sufferer and Healer of Destitute; Joy Bounces Back. --- Yesterday was, by far, the worst day I've had in a very good while... Honestly, I wish not to discuss aspects of it, as the two victims of destitute feelings would probably prefer to remain anonymous. It was awful to see. On one of their sides, abuse was involved; and on the others, confused depression had taken hold and false accusations had been tossed towards me. Either way, the combination of such deep sorrow and anger dragged me deep down... (If you want some more details on what i can say, send me a note.) I had followed in the footsteps of the second unmentioned person. I lost focus in class, yelled in offense during collaboration (a half-hour period before classes start at my school, only happens on Wednesdays), was told to cease by security (no, not to the extent of trouble, as I offered no defiance), and had to spend the remainder of said time speaking with my counselor. She helped well enough, but I still remained drained for all of Wednesday, and throughout nearly half of today. Everyone noticed, and I just wanted to flee; to break down and scream. I've never felt that kind of pain before. Even my parent's divorce was topped by yesterday... But, as I always do, I found my path again. I managed to speak with the first person this afternoon in 4th period Pottery class. My initial thought at the caliber of abuse being put forward was ill set. It was hardly even note worthy, but I still lost my head over it and feared for their safety the night before. I threw them into a tizzy in all my irrationality on their situation, and was just conter-productive. I was relieved so much by the revealation that I'd been wrong, that my sadness was lifted for the day. I managed to make them feel better, after some well placed apologies, and chipper remarks. I feel, somehow stronger after recovering from it. And I spoke with the second person no less than an hour ago. They were the ones in confused depression. They were letting their parents dictate their thoughts. They were allowing their parents to choose the person's ambition for them, and I was a bit irritated by that, as well as extremely saddened to see them so fearful. But, I gave a passionate pep talk about not letting others dictate their mind and dreams; about being an individual and standing up for their rights; about their constant tales of subconscious dreams to be released from the binding chains of opressive culture; and to never fear the consequences in doing what's right. That was at lunch on Wednesday, however. I gave a much more long-winded message to said person just that hour ago. I dispelled fears they had of being committed to a Loony Bin and deportation to their poverty-ridden back up home, and made sure that they know they are not a failure. (The parents had been saying that this person was a failure, which is beyond morally wrong, it's almost illegal.) I cheered this person up as well. Now, some may ask why I concern myself with the issues of others. But really, I can never turn a blind eye. Even when I seem broken, I seamlessly restore the pieces that fell off. I could give a part of my soul to a person, and it would regenerate instantaneously. I came close to shattering yesterday, but I never truly did. Guess I just got skills at bouncing back. Blatantly so. Honestly, I'm about as easy to break as a diamond. Call it cockiness if you want; I call it confidence. Now, you two I mentioned, you know who you are, so don't blow your own cover and fuck over everything I just tried to conceal. Though, I'm sure I needn't explain; but hey, accidents are made, right? Haha, you guys still rock. Everybody, I have to say this. I've... Really never mentioned some serious moral message at the end of a journal like this, but, I have to this time. --- Morality is not a question of who's stronger or what's going to save you. But rather, it's a measure of who you are as a person. Everyone shows morality, but to what degree is what will allow you to see their true colors more or less clearly. If you display your morales loud and proud, you're going to be heard and your true colors will be shown in the sheer brilliance. If you hide your morales, people will shy from you thinking you have nothing of interest to say, and you will more than likely be ignored and unknown. Which path will you choose? Hmm? My friends, I pray you choose the former, rather than the latter. Express yourself! Be who you are, and be free! Fight against opression! Show your colors, and wear them with their due pride! My friends, my watchers, and all who may read this journal; Joy always bounces back. I thank you for even taking the time to read, for those that do. I care not if you comment, just that you heed my words and take them to heart. (Though, comments would still be nice; I love to dish out a nice batch of philosophy and talk with my fellow artists.) --- The heart of fire, it beats within me. I shall not be tamed, but I'll only be wild when provoked. The power of the Dragon, it flows beneath my skin, and through my mind. I think deeply about all matters at hand, and synthesize the best course of action through my heart and mind. Freedom is mine, always. ^That, is me. My belief of myself. Say what you may; but, I've shown my colors. I will wear them proudly. Thank you all, my friends... --- Shade, out. --- Now, I want to know; what's your life's philosophy?