Words

Words are a most potent of forces. It seems to me so strange that people disregard the powerful effect that the most simple of their words can have. Words have the power to both poison and remedy, they can conjure despair or raise hope, they can demoralize or they can rally. Yet I do not understand why people do not give them the respect they deserve. Instead words are tossed around without thought for their proper meaning until we come to a point in time where they lose all meaning. Hearts are broken and tears are shed simply because words are thrown. Revolutionaries spark change in the guise of ideas crafted in words. Words are power. 

What is a man, but the sum of his memories.

I just finished assassin’s creed revelations. Such a hollow thing it is to finish it. I’ve spent close to six years watching the characters of both Altair and Ezio. I’ve experienced most of their lives, even if they are just fictional characters. But the story, the experiences and the journeys feel just as real. It is a strange thing, someone who experiences stories, experiences many different lives and countless points of view. We grow with characters and as such there is power in storytelling to shape the minds of countless generations, to teach morals, values and to pass on wisdom.

Both the stories of Altair and Ezio have ended, there is no more knowledge that they can impart. It is a hollow victory. Stories are not about the destination, but the journey. The journey is what makes them truly great and now that journey is over.

Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

To anyone that has never experienced Assassin’s Creed before, I urge you to play it. The lessons within are invaluable. Do not be content, always strive for the truth.

I often wonder…

I often wonder, when people see me what do they think. I am not paranoid, nor will I live for the opinions of others. But still, I find myself wondering.

What do my parents see when they look at me? When I talk to friends, what do they hear in my words? When I console someone in need, what do they see in my eyes. If I scream and shout at someone when they try to insult me, is it annoyance or admiration they feel? As strangers catch site of me, do they see a reckless youth or something else? When I talk to someone over the internet, do they believe my words or write them off as senseless flattery? 

At night before I sleep this is what constantly plays through my head. What were they thinking? Why was that said? How did they feel?

In the end I’ll never know. But even if I did, it wouldn’t change anything. I am me, I have my own morals, ideals and beliefs. Nothing will ever change that. I will not allow anything or anyone to change me.

We are what we wear.

Before ever speaking to someone your mind will have made up an opinion on them based entirely on the clothes they wear. A man frequently wears suits, he must be stuck-up. A girl likes to wear jeans and a hoody, she must be a tom-boy. A guy wears pink, he has to be gay. A person wears stained clothes, they clearly have bad personal hygiene. Our world is based on first impressions and unfortunately, stereotypes. It is impossible to deny it, we are what we wear.

Think about a job interview, you wouldn’t show up in any old thing. No you would wear your best garments, you would dress to impress. Modern society values the clothes over the person that fills them, modern society judges the book by it’s cover. 

This is especially true for teenagers. At the moment we are at an age where we strive to be unique, ironically in the hopes that we will fit in. How do we do this, through the clothes we wear. They allow us to express our desire to be unique within the confines of popular brand names.

Teenagers are also incredibly insecure. What we wear shouldn’t be who we are, but unfortunately we allow it to define us.