We are what we believe we are.

The angel…

Okay so I’m sat in english contemplating the recent events and happenings in my life and it has sparked me to write a new piece of english coursework. The theme we are given is on the ‘gothic genre’ so i apologize to anyone who finds this dark and abit morbid and I am not claiming full truth in all that is said, but the main idea of this piece is based on what should be the important things in life…

A woman clothed in white, stands stately in front of a plain black backdrop, illuminated by a single spot light. A warm glow radiates from her life filled cheeks and the upturned corners of her lips form a delicate smile across her pale complexion.

Out of the womb, when a child is greeted by The Light, the soul which they posses is as pure as the gift of life itself. The instant when the new born’s eyes meet the world that surrounds him, the purity and white immediately fades to a dirty grey as the inevitability of sin engulfs another being.

*Passionately*

As I watch the play unveil before me the sorrow I feel for this sin ridden human is shielded by the deity of The Light in which I am clothed. The Light governs this earth because The Light created it. The orchestra that play out this human’s life are only present under the creation of The Light and they accompany the downfall this being will experience on his journey, enacted upon the stage of life.

*Angrily*

This life will grow, humouring the spectators before him. He will write his plot to please the gathering onlookers forgetting The Light in which he was created. He litters the stage with his sin filled dirt, contributing to the already existing abuse experienced by this world. He adds graffiti to the encompassing walls, writing obscenities and destroying the gift which is presented to him- the gift to act upon this significant stage. But only once- there is only one performance.

*Knowingly*

He will spend his life walking in this darkness, yet The Light will never fully leave him. The human will always be shadowed by this cloud of self inflictions as each conflict contributes to the ever growing distance between him and The Light. This deluded race believes in buying happiness back in bottles of self importance and idolization, abusing the privilege of free will and unlimited freedom.

*Sudden darkness. One red spotlight shines upon the woman*

Nearing the end of the performance, amid the bustle of the final events which inevitably unfold, acts of love and devotion towards the other human beings increases.  However these do not disguise the lack of acknowledgment and passion towards The Light which has been ignored for a lifetime.

His last laugh lingers on the hearts of his fellow race, his last smile is reserved for the overlooking loved one who tenderly clutches his hand, and his last breath shows no mercy as it swarms any fondness that remains within this human’s soul. The warmth leaves and welcomes the biting frost, the smile flees the face and fixates into an expression displaying eternal pain, causing death to renew its promise of never ending torture, succeeding in victory- for this human, death over eternal life, The Darkness over The Light.

*No light- pure darkness. Showing no visible sign of the woman or any life*

God made you…

 “But Todd,” Christy argued, picking up steam, “she was so obnoxious in there. And did you see how much make-up she had on? What a cake-face.”
Todd abruptly stopped walking. They were standing in front of a Mexican restaurant, Pulling his hands from his pockets, he lifed Christy’s chin with his right hand and shot his piercing silver-blue gaze into her eyes. In a voice that shook her and melted her at the same time, he said,
“Chris, I want to tell you something, and I don’t want you ever to forget it.”
….
“God made her face”
“God made her, Chris. God made her face. It hurts me when someone makes fun of something God made”
“Don’t you see? People look on the outside, but God looks at the heart.”
….
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t ever get too proud to that to somebody, Christy.”
“That I’m sorry?”
“Yeah. Only people with soft hearts say they’re sorry. And soft hearts are the only kind of hearts that God can hold in His hand and mold.”

chocolate

for breakfast. :)

So basically…

I am blessed with an awesome life!

Paris was amazing and the opportunity to go was fab. The people I went with were lovely and we made so many special and hilarious memories.

Then on my return I have spent two lovely days with the Mr Chastney. Last night LZ7 with some nice people from church, and

8 Today we took my cousins to the beach and played frizbee and bowels and had fab ice creams. Which everyone manages to get around their faces-including me and Jonathan.

So all in all the conclusin of this text is- Life is awesome!

I am…

so tired I fell asleep on the bus- good job Jay was there to wake me up, otherwise who knows where I would’ve ended up.

also I just made some awesome pasta for tea- even if I do say so myself…

peace out tumblrrrrr

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