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Thiefs

I don't know about you, but I feel like I am constantly changing. I want to change, we all want to change, right? We all have this person who we would like to eventually become. For example, I like who I am, I have no problem with the person I am now. Yet, there is always this nagging in the back of my mind. When I see someone do or say something I think to myself, I like that quality. I want that quality, weather it is a funny quirk or a facial expression. Maybe it's a haircut or a pair of shoes. Whatever it is, I normally steal it. Yes, I steal. I am a dirty thief guilty of taking personality traits and mannerisms right from under people's noses. Think about it though... Just think. Aren't you a thief too? You have that best friend that you love being around, and before you know it, your laughs are alarmingly similar. Maybe you move your hands the same way when you talk. Your a thief, just admit it.
When we go around taking these things we always find a way to make it our own. That is what i find amazing. We taking these building blocks from people and we chisel them to fit into our lives, into ourselves. Yeah, we live in a society where "everyone is SOOO original" but maybe originality is just blocks arranged in new ways we havnt seen before.
Now take a look at yourself, take a look at your friends and relatives. Who do you want to be? Who is the person in the back I'd your mind that you wan to be? What pieces will you use to get you there? Whatever your answers are, you better start building.

Long Way Down

So here is the thing. Every year we go through so much, our lives change, our views change. We change. We become closer to the people that we will become, maybe we are getting closer to being the person we want to be. Or maybe we have turned into exactly who we don't want to be.
Either way, it's a new year. It feels like a fresh start, a new beginning, and maybe it is. Maybe the only way that we can make this year our new beginning is by placing obstacles in front of ourselves that fear has kept us from leaping over. In the end, each and every one of us will have to take some figurative leap of faith, maybe for love, or a career, or maybe even friendship. The question is will you take your leap this year?

Swift Realities (fiction)

The footsteps behind me became evident just seconds ago, but its obvious they are pointed. I pick up my pace and so do the steps, my mind begins to race and steam puffs out of my mouth with every breath. My palm is sweaty now, gripping this briefcase that is my sisters only chance for survival, buying stolen medicine on the black market isn't ideal, but I promised I would keep her alive, so here I am.

I am sprinting now, the buildings rush past. I rush up some stairs into a long railed roof, my pursuer follows. My heart races as I try to catch my balance on the slick Ice, gripping the briefcase with my sisters life inside of it. I just gain my balance when I feel two hands on my shoulders, the man lifts me up making me drop the briefcase, with a look in his eyes. Sadness? Sorrow? I don't know, i didn't have time to identify it when his foot slipped and he hurled forward sending me straight over the railing. I manage to grab the ledge before falling to my death, he steps towards me arms extended, why is he helping me? I think as I shift my hands and reach to his, just before our hands touch his eyes flicker to the briefcase. He immediately retracts, his eyes turn to ice and he backs to the briefcase and picks it up and sprints down the stairs just as the police sirens blare below me. I can hear the thump of the policeman's boots as they rush towards me, but its too late. My hand slips.