Seeing as this past week was my last week of high school, I haven't had an opportunity to sit down and write. After spending an entire week wrapped up in friends and pranks, and general senior shenanigans, I haven't had a chance to take some time to recenter, so here's my attempt.
Inspiration strikes in the least expected moments, and today, while spending time with my cousin Samuel, I was inspired. To fully appreciate this simple anecdote, you have to know more about Samuel. He's 15 years old, 240 pounds, and 6 feet 3 inches tall. He seems like a giant in comparison to my small 6 foot frame, but it's the beauty of his character that astounds me.
Samuel is autistic. He only just entered my life as a cousin when my dad remarried, and I'm so blessed to be around him. After spending my past week in a somewhat superficial marathon of mindless fun with my friends and classmates, spending some time with Samuel refocused me, inspired me, and centered me to a more stable state. Spending time with Samuel always reminds me of the priveledge I have to express and be understood. Samuel's autism allows him to function and be relatively independent for a 15-year-old, but his ability to communicate often is lost in translation. He can speak in sentences and express his need for food, water, or use of the restroom, but he can't very easily express his ideas or thoughts. In spending a day with Samuel, I realize how fortunate I am, and his happiness and pure joy whilst dealing with his numerous health problems truly inspires me.
It started with a simple conversation. Samuel often spouts random dates from his internal calendar, and this time he interjected, "Kansas July 1st." I replied as I always do with a simple, "Yes Samuel. You and Roberta Aunty will be there soon enough. Yes, you'll go to Kansas." Prompting him to elaborate more I added, "How are you going Samuel? How are you going to go to Kansas?" His response was what inspired me. We were both talking while swinging on the local school's swingset, and while starting to swing, and with a huge smile he said, "Airplane! Blue sky. Bright sun. White clouds." His simple and innocent admiration of some of the simplest beauties of nature infected me with his elation. Moments like these remind what true happiness is.
Happiness is not knowing you are always healthy or wealthy. True happiness is not celebrating the end of senior year with friends in the craziest fashion possible. Happiness is found instead in the simplest pleasures of life. Now when I look at the blue sky, the bright sun, or the white clouds I can't help but think of Samuel and smile. I am truly blessed to have him in my life, and I'm happy to share in his love of life.
With my head in the white clouds and my spirit with the bright sun,
L. Soleil
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Potential
As I've previously described, my life goal is to save the world in some small way. It's impossible to explain, but I feel an obligation, an impulse, a desire to help people in any way that I can. I don't plan on taking a Superman approach to saving the world, but I am not joking when I say that I want to devote my life to helping others. Often times, I find myself in conversations with friends who had, at least for that day, had enough with people. I agreed with them to a point; people can be exhausting, disheartening, ignorant, and even cruel. However, I explained to them just why I believe in the goodness of man.
Surprisingly, this sentiment isn't one inspired by God, or whatever higher power you believe in. This isn't a religious obligation to love Man, or even a spiritual connection. This feeling is instead rooted in the light that I see emanate from every person that I have ever come in contact with.
This light isn't an aura that I can read, nor is it even visible. I can't even get close to describing what I feel, but I truly believe that every person carries this light. This light, as I try to describe it, is human potential to better the world, even through the small acts in life.
People ask me what it is that propels me to accept people, what it is that grants me the firm belief in Man's inherent goodness, and the root of this belief lies in this light. Every human's capacity to love, capacity to care, inspires me every single day. It is too easy to focus on the bad things that we do, on accident or on purpose. However, if you take the effort to focus on the beauty of mankind's capability rather than deficiency, it is impossible not to have faith in Man.
This light, no matter how dull it shines, proves in my mind and in my heart that every person is born with the ability to change the world for the better, and I am not exaggerating. Each small act of kindness that we partake in every day has the capability to change the world. By providing someone without many friends that much needed support, you are changing the world. By smiling to a passerby, you can sway their temperament. By taking the time to lend your shoulder or your ear, you can help someone find their faith in humanity once again.
It takes one person to degrade someone's faith and optimism, but in my opinion, it takes only one person to rebuild it.
This message that I'm trying to relay to you now is the same message that I would provide for any one of my friends. Think of it as an obligation and a chain reaction. Changing the world is not as difficult as you might think. In order to change the world, you must inspire others to change the world as well, and I plan on dedicating my life to this cause.
I leave you this simple message to inspire you, and to provide you with the option of belief. I'm not expecting you to believe or understand every word I say, but I hope that you will go out sometime in the week that you read this to live a day of positivity and of compassion. Sometimes, that's the hardest thing to do when you'd rather wallow in disappointment or complain about all that's gone wrong in your life; however, I believe in you, and I believe in every person. There is nothing stopping you from grasping your potential, so if you haven't started yet, why not now?
L. Soleil
Surprisingly, this sentiment isn't one inspired by God, or whatever higher power you believe in. This isn't a religious obligation to love Man, or even a spiritual connection. This feeling is instead rooted in the light that I see emanate from every person that I have ever come in contact with.
This light isn't an aura that I can read, nor is it even visible. I can't even get close to describing what I feel, but I truly believe that every person carries this light. This light, as I try to describe it, is human potential to better the world, even through the small acts in life.
People ask me what it is that propels me to accept people, what it is that grants me the firm belief in Man's inherent goodness, and the root of this belief lies in this light. Every human's capacity to love, capacity to care, inspires me every single day. It is too easy to focus on the bad things that we do, on accident or on purpose. However, if you take the effort to focus on the beauty of mankind's capability rather than deficiency, it is impossible not to have faith in Man.
This light, no matter how dull it shines, proves in my mind and in my heart that every person is born with the ability to change the world for the better, and I am not exaggerating. Each small act of kindness that we partake in every day has the capability to change the world. By providing someone without many friends that much needed support, you are changing the world. By smiling to a passerby, you can sway their temperament. By taking the time to lend your shoulder or your ear, you can help someone find their faith in humanity once again.
It takes one person to degrade someone's faith and optimism, but in my opinion, it takes only one person to rebuild it.
This message that I'm trying to relay to you now is the same message that I would provide for any one of my friends. Think of it as an obligation and a chain reaction. Changing the world is not as difficult as you might think. In order to change the world, you must inspire others to change the world as well, and I plan on dedicating my life to this cause.
I leave you this simple message to inspire you, and to provide you with the option of belief. I'm not expecting you to believe or understand every word I say, but I hope that you will go out sometime in the week that you read this to live a day of positivity and of compassion. Sometimes, that's the hardest thing to do when you'd rather wallow in disappointment or complain about all that's gone wrong in your life; however, I believe in you, and I believe in every person. There is nothing stopping you from grasping your potential, so if you haven't started yet, why not now?
L. Soleil
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Reflections
"You
teach best
what you most need
to learn."
-Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah
After having started to read a book that I happened upon, I found bits of my personal philosophy on life entwined in the author's words. Shortly into the book, the main character is given a book of Messiah-how-to's; in other words, there are a few short maxims articulating what it takes to make divinity a reality.
This quote in particular struck me seeing as what I step forth to accomplish each day is what I most need to learn. Somewhere amongst the monotony of everyday life, I set personal goals to help people in some small, or big, way. These goals go unspoken, often not even consciously realized, but I nevertheless find myself in these situations.
By these situations, I mean situations in which I am in the position to help someone get through something similar to a conflict that I am facing. I find myself each day helping a reflected fragment of myself, in my friends, in my family. Be it through an impromptu hour long conversation on theories of life, or a mutual depression rant, I find myself in the position to help others, and vicariously help myself.
In fact, there is no better way for me to cope. I find my own well-being affected by my surroundings and the problems that my friends face. Although it does not always appear as such, I feel an inexplicable compulsion to brighten someone's day, or to provide guidance and support when no one else is willing. Don't think that I'm trying to put myself on some sort of moral high horse however. I don't think that I necessarily succeed by any means. These are situations where I only hope that my thoughts are what counts.
I think this piece of me, this instinct to be the shoulder, the listener, or the ear comes as some sort of reaction against the problems I face. What better a way (or more efficient a way) to help yourself, than to help others. Not only do you receive the help from your friend, but you are able to provide them with the compassion and guidance that you so desperately try to reciprocate.
Maybe this is what explains the strange comfort I feel with people in sharing my philosophical beliefs or personal stories of upbringing. Regardless, I find the human capacity to care and to cope fascinating. We can take the poorest of situations, and with a sounding board for ideas and guidance that we find in our friends and family, we cope. We survive, and we allow our lights to continue to glow.
Regardless, I hope you can find something in this fragmented post to ponder. By the way, I encourage you to subscribe and comment. You all know me, and I'm quite sure that I don't bite!
With the aid of my reflections,
L. Soleil
teach best
what you most need
to learn."
-Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah
After having started to read a book that I happened upon, I found bits of my personal philosophy on life entwined in the author's words. Shortly into the book, the main character is given a book of Messiah-how-to's; in other words, there are a few short maxims articulating what it takes to make divinity a reality.
This quote in particular struck me seeing as what I step forth to accomplish each day is what I most need to learn. Somewhere amongst the monotony of everyday life, I set personal goals to help people in some small, or big, way. These goals go unspoken, often not even consciously realized, but I nevertheless find myself in these situations.
By these situations, I mean situations in which I am in the position to help someone get through something similar to a conflict that I am facing. I find myself each day helping a reflected fragment of myself, in my friends, in my family. Be it through an impromptu hour long conversation on theories of life, or a mutual depression rant, I find myself in the position to help others, and vicariously help myself.
In fact, there is no better way for me to cope. I find my own well-being affected by my surroundings and the problems that my friends face. Although it does not always appear as such, I feel an inexplicable compulsion to brighten someone's day, or to provide guidance and support when no one else is willing. Don't think that I'm trying to put myself on some sort of moral high horse however. I don't think that I necessarily succeed by any means. These are situations where I only hope that my thoughts are what counts.
I think this piece of me, this instinct to be the shoulder, the listener, or the ear comes as some sort of reaction against the problems I face. What better a way (or more efficient a way) to help yourself, than to help others. Not only do you receive the help from your friend, but you are able to provide them with the compassion and guidance that you so desperately try to reciprocate.
Maybe this is what explains the strange comfort I feel with people in sharing my philosophical beliefs or personal stories of upbringing. Regardless, I find the human capacity to care and to cope fascinating. We can take the poorest of situations, and with a sounding board for ideas and guidance that we find in our friends and family, we cope. We survive, and we allow our lights to continue to glow.
Regardless, I hope you can find something in this fragmented post to ponder. By the way, I encourage you to subscribe and comment. You all know me, and I'm quite sure that I don't bite!
With the aid of my reflections,
L. Soleil
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Vacancy
You catch a glimpse of omniscience,
Hidden in the depth of the sky,
Surrounded by the stars.
Each star looms
A burning combination of passion and desire,
A memory,
A point of brilliance,
But then it fades.
To be forgotten,
Lost in translation,
A simple meaning to a complex problem.
You always know the light will dim, the star will fade.
You feel its warmth,
You bathe in its light,
And when it leaves, you forget.
Left only with a memory of brief ignition,
Bitter resignation,
Suppression.
Repression.
It leaves a hole.
Subtle and forgotten.
Years pass,
It remains,
Now only a shadow,
Leaving you a wraith.
You question the numbness,
You never grasp why.
Then a new light shines,
Illuminating what you left in the shadows.
You can't react.
You don't know how.
As you face the reason for your vacancy.
L. Soleil
Hidden in the depth of the sky,
Surrounded by the stars.
Each star looms
A burning combination of passion and desire,
A memory,
A point of brilliance,
But then it fades.
To be forgotten,
Lost in translation,
A simple meaning to a complex problem.
You always know the light will dim, the star will fade.
You feel its warmth,
You bathe in its light,
And when it leaves, you forget.
Left only with a memory of brief ignition,
Bitter resignation,
Suppression.
Repression.
It leaves a hole.
Subtle and forgotten.
Years pass,
It remains,
Now only a shadow,
Leaving you a wraith.
You question the numbness,
You never grasp why.
Then a new light shines,
Illuminating what you left in the shadows.
You can't react.
You don't know how.
As you face the reason for your vacancy.
L. Soleil
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Everyday Love
"Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well."
After a stormy year filled with conflict and confusion, I've realized that I've underestimated the subtleties of love.
Unfortunately in today's age the idea of "love" has been over-dramatized, over-sexualized, and blown into gargantuan proportions of splendor and decadence. When someone mentions love we tend to get the image of little pink and red hearts floating in the air stuck in our heads, or on the other side of the penny, we imagine the despair and dread of unfulfilled love. However, in this flood of intense emotion and passion, we often forget where love lies most often in our lives. While we all crave a personal relationship with that special someone, we forget the innumerable relationships of love that we partake in everyday. Whether it's the love portrayed in a sister's laugh, or the love behind a friend's attempt at cheering you up, these small acts of love seem to be forgotten in the face of the unattainable ideal depicted in the movies, books, and shows that surround us.
I cannot in any way claim to be immune from the grandiose dreams of the perfected love, but I think we should all take a minute to come down to earth, and instead of idealizing what could be, we should appreciate what we have in front of us everyday.
This love I speak of isn't always blatant, intentional, or obvious. Instead it comprises the subtle strands of support that get us through each day, even through each heart break. It is this love that maintains its purity and innocence. This is the love that deserves to be celebrated and embraced.
So this marginal little post is my way of thanking all of my support systems that go unnoticed and overlooked. On days like these I realize the love that goes into every conversation with a friend, every smile from a brother. You don't have to quote-on-quote "love" a person for love to exist between you. Love can exist between two complete strangers. In my opinion, it's love that prompts a student in a hallway to help a stranger pick up their fallen papers, or prompts a person to smile in the face of depression. Love, when you really think about it, surrounds us in every act we make in life.
Surely, love doesn't always manifest itself positively. That's where tough love comes in; tough love and criticism from family members or peers. Yet it's all love. When someone cares, they take the time to reprimand you or bring you back up on your feet. Taking the time out of our busy lives to truly pay attention and engage another person can easily (in my eyes) be classified as love. So, all I ask of you now is to think of all the love that surrounds you. If you deny its existence, you aren't looking hard enough.
This post isn't to downplay the beauty of romantic love, but it is instead to remind us of the "everyday love". It's like reminding members of bourgeois society that peasants still roam the streets. Without the peasants, the upper classes couldn't function. Without the underlying support of our everyday interactions and our brief personal connections, we couldn't experience true romantic love.
So, whether you're at a point where love hurts, or love heals, remember all the love that is waiting to envelop you at each bright spot, each corner, and every shadow of your life.
Love,
L. Soleil
-Vincent van Gogh
After a stormy year filled with conflict and confusion, I've realized that I've underestimated the subtleties of love.
Unfortunately in today's age the idea of "love" has been over-dramatized, over-sexualized, and blown into gargantuan proportions of splendor and decadence. When someone mentions love we tend to get the image of little pink and red hearts floating in the air stuck in our heads, or on the other side of the penny, we imagine the despair and dread of unfulfilled love. However, in this flood of intense emotion and passion, we often forget where love lies most often in our lives. While we all crave a personal relationship with that special someone, we forget the innumerable relationships of love that we partake in everyday. Whether it's the love portrayed in a sister's laugh, or the love behind a friend's attempt at cheering you up, these small acts of love seem to be forgotten in the face of the unattainable ideal depicted in the movies, books, and shows that surround us.
I cannot in any way claim to be immune from the grandiose dreams of the perfected love, but I think we should all take a minute to come down to earth, and instead of idealizing what could be, we should appreciate what we have in front of us everyday.
This love I speak of isn't always blatant, intentional, or obvious. Instead it comprises the subtle strands of support that get us through each day, even through each heart break. It is this love that maintains its purity and innocence. This is the love that deserves to be celebrated and embraced.
So this marginal little post is my way of thanking all of my support systems that go unnoticed and overlooked. On days like these I realize the love that goes into every conversation with a friend, every smile from a brother. You don't have to quote-on-quote "love" a person for love to exist between you. Love can exist between two complete strangers. In my opinion, it's love that prompts a student in a hallway to help a stranger pick up their fallen papers, or prompts a person to smile in the face of depression. Love, when you really think about it, surrounds us in every act we make in life.
Surely, love doesn't always manifest itself positively. That's where tough love comes in; tough love and criticism from family members or peers. Yet it's all love. When someone cares, they take the time to reprimand you or bring you back up on your feet. Taking the time out of our busy lives to truly pay attention and engage another person can easily (in my eyes) be classified as love. So, all I ask of you now is to think of all the love that surrounds you. If you deny its existence, you aren't looking hard enough.
This post isn't to downplay the beauty of romantic love, but it is instead to remind us of the "everyday love". It's like reminding members of bourgeois society that peasants still roam the streets. Without the peasants, the upper classes couldn't function. Without the underlying support of our everyday interactions and our brief personal connections, we couldn't experience true romantic love.
So, whether you're at a point where love hurts, or love heals, remember all the love that is waiting to envelop you at each bright spot, each corner, and every shadow of your life.
Love,
L. Soleil
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
A Moment of Clarity
I'm not someone who would generally bombard people with three posts in a day, but this is something that truly merits a post.
For starters, today hasn't gone well. This week hasn't gone well. The last 4-5 months haven't gone well. However, out of all places and circumstances, I had a moment of clarity walking to my town's library in the rain without an umbrella, without my glasses on, and with my iPod ear buds protruding from my head.
First, as I crossed the street beginning my damp trek to the library, I decided to take my glasses off. You wouldn't think that this was strange or uncalled for, but for some reason, I sometimes get the urge to remove my glasses to truly see. Sure, I'm not physically seeing any better, but sometimes I want to just see what nature allows me to. Granted, I'm certainly nowhere near the legally blind limit, and my glasses don't do much, but walking without them was liberating.
To add to my strange sense of liberation, it was raining. Not too hard, but it wasn't just an annoying mist either. The rain, just like the removal of my glasses, always creates some sort of emotional release for me. It's a catharsis of sorts; a catalyst for emotional rejuvenation.
Somehow, within the amount of time it took for my first song to start playing in my ears, all of these circumstances caused me to reminisce. Recently a friend of mine suggested that I reminisce and remember the good times to get through the bad, so I guess that her suggestion had a subconscious effect on my thought process.
The memories that came to mind weren't the huge celebrations of birthdays or Christmas. They weren't the grandiose adventures of a 6-year-old boy. Instead they were the small things. I could remember the sense of pride that I felt when I wore my homemade "I'm the big brother" sweatshirt to my youngest brother's birth. I remembered smiling like nothing in the world could steal my joy. My memories flew at an unimaginable rate, spanning my life from toddler to teenager, allowing me to remember all of the people that I've loved and cherished.
So, on a walk to work on a school project, there I was. A six-foot-tall lanky teenager with his hands in his hoodie pockets and his ear buds in, smiling like no other. I can't even imagine the joy I felt in that instant. It enveloped me and eradicated the fears and anxieties of today. I was happy. Genuinely happy almost to the point of tears. That may seem simplistic, but when life is too complex to deal, simplicity is pure unadulterated joy.
But, just when I thought the daze would never end, it was over as fast as it had began. I had a project to work on. I had tests to study for. I had things to do, places to be. However, instead of focusing and getting work done, I've been unable to get my mind off of this beautiful moment of clarity. To feel clear, careless, and content for any amount of time is almost unheard of for me, and to have this moment stolen away only worsens the blow of every day's mediocrity. Even now I can't fathom the elation I experienced. The feeling is already alien, lost in my river of emotions.
Now all I can do is wait. Wait and hope. Hope for another dose of my drug, clarity. All that I know is that it will come when I least expect it, when I most need it.
Here's to living everyday for ephemeral dreams of contentment,
L. Soleil
For starters, today hasn't gone well. This week hasn't gone well. The last 4-5 months haven't gone well. However, out of all places and circumstances, I had a moment of clarity walking to my town's library in the rain without an umbrella, without my glasses on, and with my iPod ear buds protruding from my head.
First, as I crossed the street beginning my damp trek to the library, I decided to take my glasses off. You wouldn't think that this was strange or uncalled for, but for some reason, I sometimes get the urge to remove my glasses to truly see. Sure, I'm not physically seeing any better, but sometimes I want to just see what nature allows me to. Granted, I'm certainly nowhere near the legally blind limit, and my glasses don't do much, but walking without them was liberating.
To add to my strange sense of liberation, it was raining. Not too hard, but it wasn't just an annoying mist either. The rain, just like the removal of my glasses, always creates some sort of emotional release for me. It's a catharsis of sorts; a catalyst for emotional rejuvenation.
Somehow, within the amount of time it took for my first song to start playing in my ears, all of these circumstances caused me to reminisce. Recently a friend of mine suggested that I reminisce and remember the good times to get through the bad, so I guess that her suggestion had a subconscious effect on my thought process.
The memories that came to mind weren't the huge celebrations of birthdays or Christmas. They weren't the grandiose adventures of a 6-year-old boy. Instead they were the small things. I could remember the sense of pride that I felt when I wore my homemade "I'm the big brother" sweatshirt to my youngest brother's birth. I remembered smiling like nothing in the world could steal my joy. My memories flew at an unimaginable rate, spanning my life from toddler to teenager, allowing me to remember all of the people that I've loved and cherished.
So, on a walk to work on a school project, there I was. A six-foot-tall lanky teenager with his hands in his hoodie pockets and his ear buds in, smiling like no other. I can't even imagine the joy I felt in that instant. It enveloped me and eradicated the fears and anxieties of today. I was happy. Genuinely happy almost to the point of tears. That may seem simplistic, but when life is too complex to deal, simplicity is pure unadulterated joy.
But, just when I thought the daze would never end, it was over as fast as it had began. I had a project to work on. I had tests to study for. I had things to do, places to be. However, instead of focusing and getting work done, I've been unable to get my mind off of this beautiful moment of clarity. To feel clear, careless, and content for any amount of time is almost unheard of for me, and to have this moment stolen away only worsens the blow of every day's mediocrity. Even now I can't fathom the elation I experienced. The feeling is already alien, lost in my river of emotions.
Now all I can do is wait. Wait and hope. Hope for another dose of my drug, clarity. All that I know is that it will come when I least expect it, when I most need it.
Here's to living everyday for ephemeral dreams of contentment,
L. Soleil
Found: Old Poetry
Rummaging through some old writings from a few months ago I found this poem. I rewrote it and changed some lines, but some of its meaning still resounds to me.
I soak up the heat of the sole beacon,
Relishing the ephemeral light.
The demon still looms,
Threatening my light, my love, my soul.
How can I prevent the collision?,
The blending of the dark with the light.
How can I grasp the warmth without letting go?
I was assured, the light transcends the dark.
That the sun will rise and my face will flush.
The pallid dread will subside, and I'll survive.
Don't let the warmth die in the internal war.
Love won't judge humans in true form.
I won't deny the war, but see through.
Grasp the light, overcome life's obstacle.
Then, "take it and never give it back."
But the darkness never leaves.
It hides in shadows, it waits, it lingers.
Only to rip further into what's left.
Nothing left but emptiness.
Your light fades as my life drains.
Not the most positive of poems, I realize.
More to come,
L. Soleil
I soak up the heat of the sole beacon,
Relishing the ephemeral light.
The demon still looms,
Threatening my light, my love, my soul.
How can I prevent the collision?,
The blending of the dark with the light.
How can I grasp the warmth without letting go?
I was assured, the light transcends the dark.
That the sun will rise and my face will flush.
The pallid dread will subside, and I'll survive.
Don't let the warmth die in the internal war.
Love won't judge humans in true form.
I won't deny the war, but see through.
Grasp the light, overcome life's obstacle.
Then, "take it and never give it back."
But the darkness never leaves.
It hides in shadows, it waits, it lingers.
Only to rip further into what's left.
Nothing left but emptiness.
Your light fades as my life drains.
Not the most positive of poems, I realize.
More to come,
L. Soleil
An Introduction
Who am I?
My name is Liam Soleil. I'm here to write, to express, and to illuminate. Through this blog, I want to get my opinion out into the world in this minuscule way. I'm only 18, and I don't plan on enlightening anyone, or even writing well. All I want to do is express.
Having lived as full a life as possible for an 18-year-old, I feel like I can draw upon my experiences to bring a new opinion and a new outlook on life. I'm an idealist, so call me a dreamer if you will. It's not a lie to claim my head is in the clouds. My head has been in the clouds all of my life, and I know, more than I know anything else in my life, that this is the only reason that I've been able to get through some of the hardest parts of my life. My idealism is a defense, and I know no defense greater.
If you're looking for a reality trip, you're in the wrong place. I apply my idealistic values to real-world situations, rather than applying realistic ideas to an ideal world. The facts remain that we live in an "un-ideal" world; however, my goal is to make the real world more tolerable.
I'm unashamed to admit that my life goal is to save the world. Call me crazy. I've planned my future to best achieve this. I'm starting with college. Then, the Peace Corps. My immediate goal after these endeavors is to teach and provide guidance for our struggling youth in impoverished cities and countries around the world. If this isn't saving the world in my own way, then what is?
I also plan on writing. Not only on this blog or in my journal, but writing to reach people. Reach them in their hands, through their eyes, and into their hearts. Writing is the only gift of expression granted to me, and I plan on utilizing it for as long as I get to walk the Earth.
Granted, you may not believe all that I've said. In fact, you shouldn't. However, if you intend to read my posts and follow my stream-of-consciousness, I ask you to believe in, or at least try to understand the ideals that I am striving to put into words.
Until next time,
L. Soleil
My name is Liam Soleil. I'm here to write, to express, and to illuminate. Through this blog, I want to get my opinion out into the world in this minuscule way. I'm only 18, and I don't plan on enlightening anyone, or even writing well. All I want to do is express.
Having lived as full a life as possible for an 18-year-old, I feel like I can draw upon my experiences to bring a new opinion and a new outlook on life. I'm an idealist, so call me a dreamer if you will. It's not a lie to claim my head is in the clouds. My head has been in the clouds all of my life, and I know, more than I know anything else in my life, that this is the only reason that I've been able to get through some of the hardest parts of my life. My idealism is a defense, and I know no defense greater.
If you're looking for a reality trip, you're in the wrong place. I apply my idealistic values to real-world situations, rather than applying realistic ideas to an ideal world. The facts remain that we live in an "un-ideal" world; however, my goal is to make the real world more tolerable.
I'm unashamed to admit that my life goal is to save the world. Call me crazy. I've planned my future to best achieve this. I'm starting with college. Then, the Peace Corps. My immediate goal after these endeavors is to teach and provide guidance for our struggling youth in impoverished cities and countries around the world. If this isn't saving the world in my own way, then what is?
I also plan on writing. Not only on this blog or in my journal, but writing to reach people. Reach them in their hands, through their eyes, and into their hearts. Writing is the only gift of expression granted to me, and I plan on utilizing it for as long as I get to walk the Earth.
Granted, you may not believe all that I've said. In fact, you shouldn't. However, if you intend to read my posts and follow my stream-of-consciousness, I ask you to believe in, or at least try to understand the ideals that I am striving to put into words.
Until next time,
L. Soleil
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