Sometimes the lens of a camera will begin to grow wary from use. This is when I know I have to start giving it more attention, otherwise this will hinder me in trying to capture the view that I want. Either I will have to replace it completely or I may have to adjust my perception ever so slightly to gather the full contents of what is in front of me. That is what The New Flames has to offer: truth. Though it may be murky sometimes, everyone has their own truth and it is our responsibility to attempt to gather the full reality.
My whole life it seems I have been searching for a reason. A truth. I am not sure what that truth is or if I will run across it over the course of my existence. Perhaps, I already have, and in getting caught up in my own ego, forgot to pay attention. If you want to put a face to the ego, well, this is me:
Yes, I am a millennial. Yes, I have opinions. Yes, I feel like they are valid enough to want to share with the world. Surprise surprise, right? Another millennial who was given one too many participation trophies and now feels entitled to forcing her opinions down everyone else’s throats, right? Well, that’s for you to decide. All I know is that I want to share my thoughts with the world and hear the world’s in return and together perhaps we can all stumble on to our truths. This is what The New Flames is. Fire waiting to set ablaze the truth hidden within us all that cannot be tamed.
I will be posting new blogs every week. I want to hear your thoughts, opinions, ideas and voices on everything I discuss here. Let’s search for new perceptions and set aflame our own individual truths.
I have an absolutely lovely friend who on occasion will share her beautiful words with me. I tell her to keep writing, because she can create magic with her words. Her name is Irma Lizeth Medrano Ramirez, but where the “I” is pronounced as an “E” and the “R” has a soft roll to it, …
Today I am sad. Today, I need to be asked how I am a few times, because the first ten times you ask, I’ll probably lie. The eleventh time I’ll tear up, because the memories will hit stronger than the first ten times. Finally, after a couple more prods, when you ask the thirteenth time, …
I’m going to layout my vulnerabilities for you tonight. I am a child. A novice. And I’ll be damned if I’m not proud of that. I get scared that in a world filled with tough exteriors, I may end up bumping into too many fake facades and get bruised up. It scares me, man.