Removing the Mask

Everyone is taking their masks off.....So here I go.

I first would like to give a thank to all my friends who read my blog and supported me.

Thank you Nelson for all the amazing topics and eye openers in class. You have allowed me to open up my creative side. 

Thank you to everyone who commented on my blog, because every time I got a comment, It would push me to keep writing. 

A very special thank you to my muse Sydnee King, for allowing me to open my heart and feel again, and that angels really do exist.

Love you so muchez ;)

To the people who Don't know me.

If you really knew me, you would have know that I am a goof.

That I am a jerk sometimes, because I love you.

If you really knew me, you would know that Love is all I am.

That I watch the sunsets.

If you really knew me, you would have known that My Friends are everything to me.

That I am a party animal!

If you really knew me, you would know that I love Nature.

That I love to have deep conversations.

If you really knew me, you would know that I need to be loved.

That I am fragile.

If you really knew me, you would know that I love to laugh.

That I love to make others laugh.

If you really knew me, you would know that I cherish friendships.

That I am a very open person.

If you really knew me, you would know that I love to give hugs.

That I love to listen to music.

If you really knew me, you would know that I am not perfect.

That I have made mistakes.

If you really knew me, you would know that I am respectful.

That I honor peoples wishes.

If you really knew me, you would know that I am a gentleman.

That I am a hopeless romantic.

If you really knew me, you would know that I am a friend.

That I am someone that you can come to for anything. 

I am not John Hancock. He is my great, great, great, great Uncle...or so I'm told.

He is such a boss. So I felt like Hancock would be a worthy pen name.

I am John Kent Adams

If you really knew me, you would know that I go by Kent.

Surprise!!! I hope that you guys liked my Blog. This will not be the last time I write. Because how could someone give up writing!? Writing has changed me. Thank you Nelson.

We are Memories

To remember something, it first had to have had a place in our heart. It has to spark something within us. Something to make our eyes feel inspired to hit the record button. To start taking in the moment. The smell, the touch, and the taste. The moments that have a rightful place within us. 

I don't remember a lot of things. Like School

I wish that I had a place in my heart for that kind of stuff. Being able to remember details all the way down to how things tasted and felt. But I can't remember a stupid equation from my math class.

Mainly because I don't have a place for it in my Heart.

I believe that the trigger for the recording of our memories, are done simply by the things that make us happy or hurt. You can easily recall any memory where you were happy.

• drinking chocolate milk
• eating pizza
• watching movies
• dating
• beating a boss in a video game
• winning
• being rewarded for something
• the sunset
• falling in love

But we can easily recall the moments that have hurt us. Where pain, misery, hurt, or sadness have made an impact in your life.

• spilling the chocolate milk
• broken bones
• death
• heart break
• mushrooms
• falling
• farts
• love

If you think about it. Every thing that we remember is something that we have learned about ourselves. What we like or dislike.

We remember who we are by having these memories. 

I feel sorry for people who have lost their memories, because when we lose our memories, we lose the things that were closest to us. The things that make us who we are.

If I were to lose my memories, I would have lost who I am. Without our memories, we are nobody. Memories make us somebody.

We build ourselves up, all our lives.

If you forget your memories, then you will forget who you are.

Without memories, what are we?

Empty...?

-Hancock

Time

William Shakespeare

Reading Shakespeare enlightens my mind. 

It makes me think, and I like that.

I'm pretty sure some of these aren't really written by Shakespeare, but lets just forget about that shall we.