Interested in Boredom

School is a difficult topic to make interesting. Especially if you were the only one. If you read my blog and feel a connection it's because for most of my high school life, that's how I did everything. Make friends? Message online. Talk to teachers? Message online. Social interaction? Chat room online. Suffice it to say high school was rather lonely. My father was working on average possibly 100 hours per week and my mother was my only support, its because of her that I survived and continue to for she was more like a teacher then any of my "734CH3r2" (Leet speak for teachers, I fluently learned how to speak it through most of my high school career). As much as my mom tried there was only so much she could teach me, what I didn't get in school I learned from life. To be honest if someone truly were to be interested in my boring old school the phrase "raised by wolves" would be brought to mind....I'm talking about werewolves of course.

Happy Misery

I thought about it and as a child I didn't have many friends so it explains for, awhile, why I was silent. However when I spoke my proficiency and my continuous train of thought became rather obvious as to what made me speak the way I did. My father gave me knowledge and my mother gave me wisdom. From my father sprung forth a hunger that shall never be satisfied, it drove me to the point of madness but under control it helped me truly become who I am. From my mother came a breathe of life, she taught me happiness, beauty, and sarcasm. I became who I am from one more person, Jesus Christ. My faith taught me to stay my tongue, speak the peace in your heart, and live life.

When I found my voice, it was soon silenced. It seems whatever I had to say no one really cared to hear. It wasn't until I started praying that I realized it was because of my honesty that people didn't want to hear me. They loved there lie so much they couldn't bear to loose it even for the freedom of a better truth. I knew that the spirit within me would keep a path lit for my heart to travel and whatever was ahead was better than what I left behind. Now its a matter of following my path until I’m finally, truly, Home.