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  • Daily Prompt # 15

    Daily writing prompt
    You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
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    If I had a perfect space to read and write, honestly just a quiet dark room with a little bit of light. And a little bit of nature sounds would be amazing. Although I can concentrate and focus in noisy and louder environments, I definitely gravitate towards quieter spaces. I know people like putting candles and such for the ambience, but I am a simple person. Just a quiet dark space with a bit of lighting would suffice for me.

  • Daily Prompt # 14

    Daily writing prompt
    Are you a good judge of character?
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    I would like to think I’m a good judge of character, but I wouldn’t say I am. Only for those I’ve known long enough treading at least 3 months or more. It’s easy to make assumptions about someone of their character, without knowing what they are going through or their upbringing and so forward. People have their reasons to do the things that they do, so to judge someone and base someone off of the one and only action tends to lead to inaccurate perceptions. End of the day, we all some bias to what defines someone’s character. And no one is the true judge of character, simply just because we don’t really know anyone to the bottom of their core. So, most of the time it’s usually a half-skewed reading of someone’s character. That deep down will never be fully true.

  • Daily Prompt #13

    Daily writing prompt
    What technology would you be better off without, why?
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    Honestly, I can’t really give a straight answer, I think technology is something us humans should learn to accept rather than fight against. With all of the new AI tools such as DeepSeek, ChatGPT and such coming more to light day by day. It’s inevitable that society is rapidly changing and whether it’s more the better or worse is truly debatable. As a whole now, society has access to so much information, there is truly nothing one can’t find an access or plethora of information on. While this sounds like evolution with no drawbacks, it is also painfully apparent, that critical thinking skills are on the decline. As humans, just grab answers and let’s such technology give them the answers for them. As someone who uses Reddit daily on a day-by-day basis. I am abhorred but the number of posts I see from the r/Teachers subreddit on teachers complaining on how kids use AI just to form single sentences to the point of deficiency. The eventual corrosion of the brain in terms of this only happens when one relies on AI for far too long without seeking any deeper explanation as to why, and this is becoming more and more of a trend as time goes on. To the point, where schools literally have to find ways to combat usage of AI, is not only destroying critical thinking skills but also attention spans. No to say AI is at fault, rather us humans are for not being able to use it properly and effectively. To say we are better off without technology would truly be out of touch with reality, since we are pivoting into a world where it is simply more prevalent than ever. And all we really need to do it just learn how to use AI more effectively, maybe limiting AI usage to the public of younger audiences and only giving that access to those who use it to enhance learning styles and not just letting the AI do the thinking and creating codependency. Overall, I could say I’m better off without technology such as phones, computers and basic things. As well as reading more and doing less technological activities and such but at the end of the day it’s just not a feasible reality as we all will use technology constantly and daily in our lives.

  • Daily Prompt # 12

    Daily writing prompt
    What is good about having a pet?
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    The great thing about having pets is that they symbolize camaraderie and companionship. And if they are taken care of correctly, they are lifelong buddies that give humans a profound and satisfying sense of connection. It’s always relieving for others as it helps a ton with mental health and also is very soothing for stress. Also, people who have pets, also tend to be way more active and more likely to follow up on routines and structures. It’s all in all, a very good thing to have pets, they bring many benefits assuming one is ready to take care and provide for them.

  • Daily Prompt # 11

    Daily writing prompt
    What does it mean to be a kid at heart?
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    Being a kid at heart is simply being able to enjoy simple pleasures of life innocently regardless of circumstances. Furthermore, in context being able to laugh at yourself when mistakes are made. Finding joy and positivity in the little things and not treating everything like a stormy raincloud. Life is already too short to be uptight and whiny about everything. There are some things in life that one cannot control, so why stress about it. This is why it’s essential as we grow to partake in fun activities and endeavors as we grow. Less time on our hands, as we work and become busier. Sucking out any fun desire we used to have beforehand. Being a kid at heart or such helps keeps this intact. Helps with being able to find and have that balance. It’s not feasible for everyone, but at least we all should find that fun outlet or thinking to keep us sane. As we burn out, if otherwise.

  • Daily Prompt #10

    Daily writing prompt
    What major historical events do you remember?
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    Nothing is more memorable to me than the event of the Holocaust. To start, I was in seventh grade when I first learned about it and to this day about 8 years later. I still remember the lesson fully, every slide painting a picture of horror and depravity. Back then, my mind was unable to comprehend such atrocities. I was just terrified deep down because the behaviors seemed so primal and just dull of basic respect for life. What’s even crazier is that in all the turmoil upon the Holocaust, all was justified and seen as a worthy cause. These people genuinely thought they were making the world a better place by exterminating a specific race. It goes to show how dangerous humanity can be when left unchecked by corrupt ideals and forces. I could go along the lines and say things like American Revolution, Civil War, or something even recent like the 2020 Capitol Storming or recent Charlie Kirk assassination. While all tragic and very unfortunate travesties. Nothing really struck me as heavily as reading the Holocaust did. That has been ingrained in my brain for life essentially.

  • Daily Prompt # 9

    Daily writing prompt
    What makes a good neighbor?
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    Good neighbors are subjective for everyone as it mainly stems on what people look for in individuals whether they are chattier or whether they are more withdrawn. It varies on a spectrum, and everyone has a higher or lower tolerance for it. For example, let’s say it’s a more withdrawn or peaceful person. To them a good neighbor is someone who waves when eyes lock, maybe occasionally helps them with a task every now and then. But keeps their distance and space and contributes to a quiet atmosphere. Now imagine a chattier and more extroverted neighbor moves into the neighborhood. The withdrawn person will probably at first watch the chattier neighbor and already be irritated with them in passive aggression. The chattier neighbor is just innocently doing more outside activities than the others, their morning walk, casually chatting with other neighbors, and tending to their pets. The withdrawn neighbor will think the chattier extroverted neighbor is too loud and inconsiderate, disliking their presence. While the chattier neighbor will see the withdrawn neighbor as unfriendly and maybe even silently judgmental and dislike them as well. So, what is good to one as a neighbor can be seen as bad to another, so ultimately, it’s preference to what makes a good neighbor, because we are all different at the end of the day.

  • Love

    The halls burst with beautiful signs of life as kids talk and move in unison, 
    as if they are creating a harmonious serenade. 
    Among them, an outcast hides in the shadow  
    unkempt, unclean, and dust trembling at their feet. 

    Kids laugh and stay clear, 
    as if the outcast carries a disease. 
    The outcast sighs as they tread to class, 
    eyes lifeless, too tired to care. 
    Their hoodie provides the only form of solace, 
    tucked comfortably over their head. 

    Their rugged backpack hits the floor with a dull bam. 
    They take out a book as the desk eats a nasty slam. 
    The ripple transcends, and heads turn on command. 
    As the outcast looks up, they are met with disapproving glares  
    each one like the gaze of a snake. 

    The outcast feels like a mouse beneath them 
    and quickly loses their gaze. 
    They remain a ghost among the mass of kids. 
    Isolation has become comforting
    the premise of someone on the brink of being too far gone. 

    The day passes like smoke in a mirror, 
    a cycle of lost hope and silent turmoil. 
    The heart gasps for any signs of faith, 
    as cracks start to trace the edges. 
    Until one day, it shatters like glass. 

    That is it. 
    In the outcast’s mind, it’s already the end. 

    The night will be their last waltz. 
    They write a letter from the open safe of their broken heart. 
    They will not concede anymore with their past, 
    as they sneak out during the night. 

    What must be done, must simply be done. 
    Their eyes narrow on a knife like prey. 
    It screams reprieve 
    as a smile treads the outcast’s face  
    a forlorn expression that feels like years 
    since it’s seen the day. 

    The knife touches the skin with desire 
    as blood seeps into view. 
    Painful, yet extremely satisfying. 

    The outcast closes their eyes, 
    whispering their last wish, 
    ready to trace the heavens. 

    But then, their phone rings. 

    It slices through the silence. 
    They lose total focus. 
    Fueled by anger, they answer with a scathing remark
    only to be met with a response that 
    freezes them in time. 

    Disbelief. 

    The knife, 
    once like a partner in crime, 
    falls from their hand. 
    It hits the cold tile  
    lost and forgotten. 

    Tears slide down the outcast’s face as they sob. 
    Not due to sorrow or sadness, 
    but because they know 

    This is not their end. 
    It’s simply the beginning. 

  • Time

    Early childhood stains across the mirrors. As old, tired eyes glance through the sorrowful timeline. Each event is a crack representing shameful regret. As there is no going back. They thought they had time.  

    The sight of kids tramping through the mellow fields while living joyous pleasures. As warmth is brought to many hearts. Parents behold the sight, pleased and feeling fulfilled to the brim, The old, tired eyes watch themselves hiding out behind a tree, detached from the moment as if in a different reality. They thought they had time.  

    Club and Volunteering events come into play. As kids immersed in them and made heartfelt friends and connections. Social skills blossomed and identities were born, amass many. The old, tired eyes watched as they gave everything the cold shoulder. Uninterested and indifferent, they thought they had time.  

    Parties became pivotal as kids brought early significant others and exchanged invitations. Through trends and giggles, stages and music were the foreseen future. As kids held the letters dear to their hearts in excitement. The old, tired eyes watched themselves throw theirs in a trashcan. To them, the realm of books and video games was more enticing. They thought they had time. 

    As internships and opportunities swarmed the college schools, people took advantage with more connections and knowledge to show for it. The old, tired eyes watched themselves reject them, thinking they were all distractions. As a result, all things such as field trips faded, but alas, they continued on. They thought they had time.  

    As the old, tired eyes watched themself apply to a new beginning with their certified paper. They faced rejection as a near blank resume screamed unworthy. Borderline near the form of a silent judge. Nothing but a shrug as they apply to a full-time job. The old, tired eyes is beyond ashamed. They thought they had time. 

    As the days go by, like fading wind. The old, tired eyes watch themself slave away, bound and tied to meaningless work life chains, Reprieve was only fulfilled through the comforting acts of solace. Given through useless internet usage and brainless games. Not only was the body rotting away, but the brain was also destined to suffer the same mutualistic fate. They thought they had time. 

    The old, tired eyes watched in silence as they witness the day where they collapse on the job, battered and bruised. The toll of carrying heavy masses has finally reach the grand inevitable finale. The blazing sirens scream through the air, as the bed becomes their new mainstay. The x-ray is the grim reaper as they spell the bad news. The old, tired eyes watch as they are forced to relinquish their job. Their expression on the face says it all as it transcended the depths of shock. They thought they had time. 

    As the old, tired eyes watch themself recover and eventually leave the hospital. They realize they are lost in the fog. All options for them are nearly too late, and the energy for these things is now long gone with age and no longer good health. They watch themselves trek back to their apartment. Accepting as they boot their systems and put everything back in the rearview mirror. They still thought they had time. 

    Eventually, the purchase of canes and stair lifters are now in the picture. As the old, tired eyes watch themselves slowly move through the apartment. Unsatisfied, unfulfilled, bitter, resentful, miserable, all moods of bad fortunes. They look out their window, gazing at the outside life that seems so foreign to them. They slowly walk outside, just grasping and taking in the grass, the trees, the natural elements for what it is and appreciating the scent and the peace it brings. Their eyes grow watery as they grow sadly reminiscent. They thought they had time.  

    The old, tired eyes finally finish scouring their timeline as they reach the end. Back to their current reality, completely bedridden and near the end of their existence.  They sigh now, not because they thought they had time. But because time truly had them. 

  • Daily Prompt #8

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.
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    I would definitely like to attempt high thrill activities. Such as skydiving, deep scuba diving, and bungee jumping, another thing I would definitely do is eat pufferfish, assuming the chefs would cook it correctly, as the chances of eating a toxin and facing death is always in the back view mirror. Considering how much of a scaredy cat and pessimist I tend to be at times. All of this is a dream, as I don’t trust for one bit any of this will not take a turn for the worse. But if failure was subdued for just one day for all. I would definitely attempt to do one of these things, as I do love a high thrill every now and then.