One can glide... gently roll with the shape of the hill... cruise along, breath in the cool, fresh mountain air... embrace the movement... go.
Or one can can move as if acting out dramatic music... back and forth... jerking everywhere.... down, down, down... fast... gaining speed, like a bullet... shooting down.
I've just come back from my very first ski trip! I, for one, as a beginner, chose option #1. Gliding. Enjoying the sport in a smooth, soft, gentle way. My audacious skier-friend invited me on this adventure- one I gobbled up and enjoyed very much. For them, skiing is an action movie: fearlessness abounds. 
Although I am quite audacious, I am most certainly not there yet! After two days of lessons, however, I feel confident in myself with these new tools on my feet. It's all about balance, and feeling comfortable in your movement; rolling along with the flow of whatever level run one may chose. Being able to bend your knees, eating up the delicious adventure in front of you by feeling comfortable with yourself. And mindset. Fear must be pushed away, or it will lead you into places that, with a strong mental approach, you would have been able to avoid.

With that cheeky smile, I will be -I am- ready to face the world.

Humans-
Are like busy bees.
They can't stop
                                 Moving.
                                                  Moving.
                                                                  Moving.
Uh-oh. The rain's coming!
Uh-oh. The snow's coming!
Uh-oh. Life's coming!

Why?
Shovel, plow, hammer, saw, snow-blower, rake, this-tool, that-tool, rain-tool, snow-tool, shovel-away-the-life-tool. 
Stop. Let it be. Still. Alive. 

Drop the Bomb

Everyone has those situations when they have something urgent and dire to admit to someone else, but they're hesitant to speak up. But they all ponder somewhat the same thing: "When should I drop the bomb?" When's the right time to tell them the news?
And it's tricky. If you chose to tell them at the wrong time, it might alter the whole situation.
'Drop the Bomb" is a virtual game that experiments with the meaning of 'the right time'. There will be about a hundred situations programmed into the game, each one trickier and more complex than the previous. The strategy is to logically think about the right time to 'drop the bomb'; to tell them what they don't want to hear. Clues will be given at various times, indicating how the second character is feeling. You, as the primary character, will have to logistically think about when you want to share the problem. If you don't, you somehow get zapped and loose the level.

                                        

The Carrot Collection

 The Curvy Roads  -  A Certain Twist of Fate  -  Straight as an Arrow

I am crestfallen. Beaten down. Crushed.
I've learned it's best to be silent. To not say a word, because people will just yell and scream at you.
But I HATE THAT!!! I hate that I have to say, "it's best to be silent." Because IT'S NOT!
I just feel that way. I've been MADE to feel that way.
There is so much loud, annoying music in this world. So much demand. So much "do this, do that! Let's GO!" Whatever happened to appreciating what you have?
When you comfort and congratulate, THEN people will want to accomplish more.
But when you beat, order, and demand, who would want to just silently obey? AH! It's ridiculous.
It's like they stuff you with all this nonsense, trying to abduct you and make you into one of them.
Stay strong. Don't let them kill you, take over you. AHHHHH!!! What else is there to say?
This is the chaos theory:

Tribal Chaos:

Sometimes, things really click. And when they do, everything starts rolling, smoothly, in a productive though creative way.
It feels awesome!

Lola Lafia                            This I Believe                 ELA; Second Draft

706                                                                           M.S. 51

I believe in the piano.

Everyone has a way to express themselves. A way to let their feelings out. Usually, by doing something they feel comfortable and confident with.

Music is wonderful. The simple though rich sounds that come out of instruments, creating an orchestra of melodies. Rolling hills of pure beauty, vast oceans of overflowing music.

All this, the piano can create.

However, all brilliant things do not always come naturally. They take practice, enforcement, and (unfortunately), criticism. They take work, and passion. While one may want to egress, there are many guerdons that come from playing the piano.

Walk to the piano bench and just sit there; observing and taking in the black and white notes you see in front of you. And you will soon ingress, and finally enter its world.

Sometimes, my fingers fly across the piano. While in my mind I am not fully aware of what I am doing, my fingers know where to go. And, it’s just this amazing feeling that bubbles up inside of me.

I’m being taken over by an instrument!

But it is not just that. It is more.

Be sure to not mitigate the music, but to feed it, feed the fire until it roars! The beauty will be tacit.

But there are many times when I do not want to go and play. I don’t want to enter the piano world.

I have better things to do! I want to text, watch a movie, be with my friends, play a game! But of course I want to do all these things. I’m a kid!

While it is still important to complete the tasks and urges that life presents, as there are many as a twelve-year-old, you must not loose the instrument, for it is a life long companion.

Embrace it.

Put your anger into it.

Put your impatience into it.

Put joy into it.

Put happiness, pleasure, grief, shock, pressure, stress, put everything into it. Put your very soul into the music.

What I love about the piano is that I can loose myself in it. I can be anything while playing. And whatever it may be that leads you to it, everyone must experience that feeling. This, I believe.