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.
In a world of clones, being different is hard. It hurts your heart. I can’t imagine a world where I wasn’t who I am, open as I am wanting to learn other people. Asking the questions that I do. Opening myself up to vulnerabilities when the world doesn’t. It’s difficult. It’s real difficult being different.
Do you think there are people out there that are genuinely faithful and loyal to one partner? Going somewhere with this, would love your thoughts before I share mine!
I can’t be the one you run to. I won’t be the one you run to. I know he hurt your heart I know, baby There was a rhyme to the reason Why we sang different tunes That crescendoed into our oblivion