{"id":2264,"date":"2018-03-02T11:31:30","date_gmt":"2018-03-02T17:31:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=2264"},"modified":"2018-03-02T11:31:30","modified_gmt":"2018-03-02T17:31:30","slug":"rambling-of-a-new-found-north-wind","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/03\/02\/rambling-of-a-new-found-north-wind\/","title":{"rendered":"Rambling of a New-found North Wind"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Take a step in my direction<\/p>\n<p>come closer,<\/p>\n<p>no.\u00a0 really look at me.<\/p>\n<p>observe my fuzzy lines and changing angles.<\/p>\n<p>Notice I havent yet faded?<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve just switched\u00a0 my colors<\/p>\n<p>from a solid green to yellowed, rainbow pinstripes.<\/p>\n<p>I am different;<\/p>\n<p>I am changing.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Sometimes, I feel like I am not who I am supposed to be.\u00a0 Not that who I am is bad.\u00a0 Just that I never saw myself here, not physically, but personality-wise.<\/p>\n<p>So when I think about reverting, going back to the old me or who I think I am supposed to be; I reject the idea within minutes.\u00a0 First, I think, &#8216;What a great exterior that would be.&#8217;\u00a0 Then I realize just how unhappy I would be.<\/p>\n<p>So, I am accepting the changing, the shaping, the unknowing.\u00a0 I&#8217;m going to tumble where the wind blows me.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t want to be tied down, yet I don&#8217;t want to be lost to all.\u00a0 \u00a0There is a sort of balance I strive for, which, I know will take a long time to achieve.\u00a0 Somehow, it&#8217;s like I won&#8217;t be happy until I can follow my heart, but I also want someone to help guide me along the way from time to time.\u00a0 It&#8217;s sort of a give and take.\u00a0 It just isn&#8217;t as easy as staying still and stagnant, which I can&#8217;t do.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t care that it might take years; I accept the challenge.<\/p>\n<p>Since I was in junior high, I wanted to become familiar with every inch of land on this earth.\u00a0 I wanted to feel every ray of sun and moon, and touch every drop of ocean and sea.\u00a0 I wanted a new perspective because I knew the one I had was not the only one to have, and that bothered me.\u00a0 I need variety.\u00a0 I need change.<\/p>\n<p>Before now&#8211;today, sitting right here typing this&#8211;I had been stuck on the past.\u00a0 I was stuck on everything that had ever bruised or brushed me, good or bad.<\/p>\n<p>I think I am done with that.\u00a0 I think that from now on I am going to try to transition into a new sight, a completely different outlook on person.\u00a0 I used to see all those cheesy quotes like, &#8220;It&#8217;s not where you came from, it&#8217;s where you&#8217;re headed&#8221;.\u00a0 I would look at them and think, &#8216;no.&#8217;\u00a0 But now, I find sort of a truth in it.\u00a0 It does matter where I came from, but not as much as I previously had thought.<\/p>\n<p>I am headed wherever I choose.\u00a0 Not one word of my past will whisper my future, because if people can change immensely, so can fate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Take a step in my direction come closer, no.\u00a0 really look at me. observe my fuzzy lines and changing angles. Notice I havent yet faded? I&#8217;ve just switched\u00a0 my colors from a solid green to yellowed, rainbow pinstripes. I am different; I am changing. Sometimes, I feel like I am not who I am supposed &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/03\/02\/rambling-of-a-new-found-north-wind\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Rambling of a New-found North Wind&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":23,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2264"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/23"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2264"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2264\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2787,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2264\/revisions\/2787"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2264"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2264"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2264"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}