Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Best of Week: Writing


Writing. Such a boring word, sounds so structured, stricked but there is so much more than we can imaging. Writing does not only take time, some planning; it also requires creativity. Writing in one way is a painting of us however, not in paint but in words. Each word is specially picked so that it would tell exactly what we want for other people to see. This week we talked so much about different types of writing ways but they all related in one thing: us trying to transfer a message using the magic strength that words have. Even the way we write out our words tell something about us. Writing is one of the best ways to express yourself and recording thoughts that go through our head. Without writing we would not know much about anything. Think about all the books we have read in our life, withouth them we just would not be as well rounded as we are today. Writing helps us not only see the future but know about the best. Best stories been told in books. It would be great if each person would write a book, we would know even more because we all are so unique.

Connection: Creativity in real life situations


Everyday life seems so boring if you look at it without actually noticing the little things that actually counts the most. In reality, creativity is all around us: buildings, nature, everyday tasks, etc. Even simple things like cooking have much creativity put in; the selection of products, taste, arrangement of food on the plate. Most people do not even know how exciting and interesting every minute of their life is. Even I never saw how creative and interesting my life is. This realization caused me to enjoy my life; it was like i was born again, I saw life in a whole new way. I wish more people would have same realization as i did.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Change Of Mind: Immigration


As I lived in my perfect little world in Lithuania it was soon destroyed by the shocking news. I was told that i will have to move to United States of America. Everything what I once knew was taking away from me and I could not bear the word America. Moving there meant i will get separated from my family, friends, school and so much more i held truly dear to me. However, because I was so angry and hurt, I decided to not try to learn the language, meet new people or even give a new chance for this so called "dreamland". Still, the time has past i learned to love this place, I found that this country holds its own special things that made me change my attitude about everything. It's like I am a new born person, seeing everything through a whole new viewpoint and the experience that I had to go through to get to where I am now is priceless and I would never want to have anything the other way because what I am now is part of that immigration and everything that came with it.