Why I Write 


I originally started writing to get my thoughts and feelings off my chest, but during this journey, some amazing things have happened. But I would like to tell you about a terrific Norwegian kid named Markus who has helped change the game. 
I met Markus on Twitter a few years ago, due to our mutual interest in the Inheritance Books by Christopher Paolini. We ended up discussing a lot about books, tv, movies, and life in general. One day, Markus found my blog, this blog, and started reading… And you know what? He hasn’t stopped. He would often send me supportive messages telling me that I wrote a great short story, or that I wrote a blog post that helped to get him through a tough day. 

As I wrote more and more about my experiences and personal battles, Markus would tell me that my writing helped him get through the struggles in his own life. He would often send me feedback on stories and give me suggestions on what to write next. He’s the reader that every writer dreams of having.


In the beginning of my writing journey, I always said that I wrote to release my feelings and free my soul onto the page. But now things are slightly different. Markus’ feedback has made me realize how heavily words can impact others. I’m no longer writing for my own freedom, but also for the freedom of others. 

Throughout this journey, even more readers like Markus have sent messages and left comments about how my writing has helped them, and when I see these messages, I can’t control the tidal wave of pride that surges through my body. I’m no longer writing for myself. I’m writing for you. I’m writing for us.

How many times have you had a bad day and you needed something to pull you out of your slump? Where did you turn to? The arts. Movies, tv, music, and writing. 

The power to help and inspire others is a major responsibility. We can all give someone a helping hand. It’s our duty as human beings to improve the lives of those around us. 

Markus’ compliments and feedback have helped me in more ways than I can count. I always tell him this, but I don’t think he understands exactly how much he has assisted my writing. His kind words have often lifted my days and they give me motivation to keep going, even when it’s been difficult. Writing is a mind-nubingly difficult task, so to know that you’re doing something right is priceless insurance to keep going. As Dory would say, “Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim.”

Dear reader, a simple comment or even the smallest bit of feedback can really turn someone’s day around. Whether you’re reading a great story, or if you see someone at the mall wearing a nice pair of shoes, you should let them know how you feel. I appreciate the time that you have spent reading these blog posts and sticking around for this crazy journey. I can’t help but notice how supportive you’ve been, and for that, I am forever grateful. Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to read these posts and all the rambling nonsense that comes with them. I have some serious plans for this blog and we are going to have tons of fun this year. Be prepared to have more fun than you ever thought was humanly possible. 

Writing is powerful magic. It withstands the tests of time and traverses the world’s oceans. It evokes feelings of centuries past and paints pictures that no other art can emulate. With great power comes great responsibility. I’m no longer writing for myself, I’m writing for you. I’m writing for us. 


Things Are Changing


Something happens as we get older. The script flips. Things that once seemed forever are now only temporary, or cease to continue. I have a few friends who are going through rough patches is their lives because they never thought that the metaphorical roof over their heads would ever collapse. 

I have a friend who lives in another country. We used to spend hours talking and laughing every day, but we heard each other’s voices at all in the past few months. He’s going through a few tough times at home and now he basically has to start his life over again. He’s moving from his house, looking for a job, and just trying to sort his life out all together. He’s even had to sell some of his most precious belongings so he can raise enough money to live the life he dreams about. Like the rest of us, I’m sure he thought that life would be straight and narrow, but that is never the case. 

There are few things in this world that are forever. Sunny days are bound to turn rainy. Rainy days are bound to turn sunny. That’s just the way the world is, has always been, and always will be. Things change, but those events do not define who we are. It’s what we do about them that make us. Sure, things may be tough for you right now, but as long as you hold your head high, stay calm, and tell yourself “I’ve got this,” then you’ll be even stronger when those stormy seas become steady once again. 

Even when things are going well, it doesn’t hurt to prepare ourselves for an unexpected event. Nobody predicts a divorce, a layoff at work, the death of a loved one, or a frozen bank account. Anything can happen at any given time.   

In the past year, I’ve meet new people and I’ve lost others. I’ve found out who my real friends are, and I found out who really didn’t deserve to be called a friend. I’ve learned to appreciate what I have now instead of wasting these precious moments living in the future. 

Life changes. Seeds grow into trees, people change addresses, and even the strongest empires will eventually crumble. No matter what challenges you may face in your life, it’s not what happens to you that matters. It’s what you do about it. And to you, dear reader, I wish you a thousand years of success and happiness. 

“How it was ain’t how it is. How it is ain’t how it will be.”

A Pocketful of Memories


“A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.”

I just saw that quote in the intro of one of my favorite tv shows and my jaw dropped into my bowl of chips. No matter how good or bad things are going for us, our memories are always intact. They are travel companions, long lost friends, and places that are long gone. 

Many times throughout the day, I like to just kick back and reflect on all the people I’ve met so far in my life. Each person has a story to tell and an experience unique only to them. I think about the laughs we shared, the sorrows we empathized, and those moments of comfortable silence between us. I think about the places we’ve been and about the places we planned to go. I hang on to these memories because they are usually all I have left. 

A few of my former friends can’t be reached as easily as before. I’ve moved to a few new states, and a few of them have moved as well. Sometimes relationships just break apart as people get older. No matter how it happened, it’s just life. Nowadays, the only thing I have left of those mythical people is a pocketful of memories. 

I don’t just remember the people who I’ve come across. I think about the simpler days when I was little, playing Nintendo and throwing fireballs at Bowser on Super Mario 64. I think about when I didn’t have to worry about the trivial things in life like calling phone companies and answering the doorbell, only to be greeted by a longwinded and rather unpleasant door-to-door salesman. I think back and compare 10 year old me to the 22 year old me. As a side note, my 22nd birthday was on October 5 and I made more memories to cherish for many days to come. I think about how I’m fundamentally the same person I’ve always been, although my worldview has changed a bit from experiencing new scenarios and new people. 

I remember a lot about my childhood, but sadly, some memories are blurry like a ship on the horizon that will never reach the shoreline. I often wonder about those lost memories as I try to remember how I felt on a particular day and how I reacted to certain life events. How would I ever recall my feelings, my joy, my boredom, or my sorrow? Well, here is the fun part. 

I’ve decided to go out and buy a journal. I used to keep one when I was in elementary school, but I (regretfully) threw it away after the kids in class found out and made fun of me for it. Ah, the cruelty of school children, eh? I want a journal with a lock and I’ll be the only person who knows how to break the code. I want to look back on my experiences ten years from now and re-live these days like they just happened five minutes before. 

If anything important happens on a particular day, I’ll jot down the date and everything right before I go to bed. I’ll paint pictures with words in excruciating detail. 

Starting today, not a single vital detail will be left out. I wonder what 28 year old Daevone will think about 22 year old Daevone. I’d love to see how much I’ve changed throughout the next few decades and maybe, just maybe, even millenniums. 

With that being said, what about you? Would you consider keeping a journal so you can remember the good times and the bad? The positive and negative people who taught you priceless life lessons? The taste of Mother’s homemade cake on a cloudy Sunday morning? That picnic in the park with the person you would turn out to marry?

“A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.” 

Happy Halloween! 

We Fear What We Don’t Understand


I remember it like it was yesterday. Yes, I know that’s a cliché, but for all intents and purposes, it works. I was in my literature class, sitting in the furthest corner of the room away from the door, chatting with some friends during the free time our teacher had given us. It was a diverse corner of the room, and many of my friends had parents who were immigrants and still had a strong connection to lands outside of the United States. On this day, the subject of religion came up. Among us there were Muslims, Christians, Hindus, and Wiccans, and we spoke about the differences and traditions between each of the religions. We spoke about holidays, sacred days of worship, and even prominent figures within each religion. It was a real learning experience for all of us.

My teacher overheard our conversation and cut it short, saying that the topic of religion was forbidden in her classroom. The second the words left her mouth, I knew that she was afraid. It’s admittedly a touchy subject and if the wrong thing is said, a fight could have easily happened, at least in her eyes.

My friends and I were having an innocent and insightful discussion. Nobody raised their voices, argued, or anything even close to that. We were all open minded individuals, seeking to learn something new about each other. Of course, religion is a sensitive topic in any part of the world, but we all kept both ears open.

I bring this story up because it serves as an example. No matter which religion or part of the world my friends came from, we were all accepting of each other’s beliefs. What someone believes is their reality. It is true to them, so a belief can never be wrong in the eye of the beholder. Our belief system is what makes us who we are today and structures the way we interact with the world altogether.

The world would be a better place if we sat down and got a chance to know one another. We can learn a lot when we keep our ears open and our mouths closed. Understanding is the key to peace and happiness between us all.

Just look at the way children interact with each other. They don’t judge and willingly accept world that comes toward them. A child is lightyears ahead of an adult when it comes to being a good student.

Through an open minded approach, we can understand, and then sympathize with one another. Our bonds become stronger and the bridges of friendship are build right before our eyes.

People fear what they don’t understand, so make it a point to learn. You will find out that there is nothing to fear and that this world is much bigger and more glorious than we could have ever anticipated.

A New Direction


I would like to thank you for all the wonderful comments and support. You are limitlessly fantastic and I hope you know how much you’ve made me laugh, smile, and beam with pride from your wonderful words.

I’ve gotten requests to write more short stories here on this blog and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to post much more frequently throughout the week with new flash fiction pieces. I’ll still blog a few rants and observations about life, reading, and writing, but this blog will now feature more stories than ever before. 

If there’s anything you’d like me to write about, please leave a comment below, I would love to hear your opinion. 

There will be a brand new flash fiction piece tomorrow, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever done before, so I’d love to know what you think of it.

Once again, thank you for being the supportive fantastic creature you are. I’m amazed at how far a few words can travel across the world and reach us all. Stay tuned, we’re about to have all kinds of fun. I hope you’re having a fantastic day. 

Why You Should Run From Your Problems


It’s a dark day. Nothing has worked out, you’re on the brink of tears and saying it’s time to pack it up and move on. The weight has been too much to bear and you just can’t take any more. Those sleepless nights in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering just what else you can do. If that sounds familiar, then this post is for you.

You want to run away, to flee from your problems and never return. It hurts to see your alcoholic mom passed out on the floor when you come home. The rent is due next week, but you don’t have the money to pay, and an eviction notice looms. You obeyed the road signs perfectly, but a car still smashed into yours, leaving you in a hospital for six months of therapy. And that doesn’t scratch the surface of the problems some of us go through. It usually starts out the same: white hot rage stews inside you and you throw things across the room. Maybe you punch a hole in the wall and scream at the top of your lungs for good measure. But after the anger comes the abysmal sadness. That feeling you’re alone, that no one cares, and there’s nothing you can do. The once angry eyes burn painfully with tears.

The pain builds up for days, sometimes weeks, and even years. You want to talk to someone about your problems, but you back out at the last second, with the fear of being judged. But one day you gather the courage and talk to someone about your problems. They nod and listen. The balloon in your chest deflates. This person tells you they know what you’re going through and gives you advice, but you’re offended. How could they possibly know what it’s like to be in your situation? You’re visibly frustrated and leave without warning while old wounds open once more.

We’ve all been there. Different people are faced with different challenges. During those dark periods, your mind is cloudy and the light at the end of the tunnel is dim. You can’t possibly tell anyone else about your problems; you tried that and it didn’t work. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve banged your head against the wall.

You space out and think about leaving, running away. No one understands the struggle you go through and you ask yourself if anyone would miss you or notice you’re gone. Anything you’ve tried hasn’t worked, and this may be the only way. You pack a bag of clothes and necessities and throw it over your shoulder. You slam the front door shut and make your way down the street to an unknown destination. But something pulls at your mind and you stop at the end of the block. No. You can’t just give up, because the problem would never go away. With a devious brew of nerves and crippled confidence, you turn around and go home.

You make a plan. You mentally map out your journey; the steps you need to take, checkpoints you’re going to hit, and missions you have to accomplish to achieve your goals. Instead of packing your bags and leaving, you pack your bags mentally as you board the long yet rewarding train to the life you envision. You plan and dream, ignoring the voice of doubt in your head. This has to work, you’ve tried everything. After all, what more do you have to lose?

Days pass, months, and maybe a few years. Some days are filled with glee and progress, others not so much, but you carry on the fight with your goals in mind. You pack your bags for the “train” and it’s in full motion. At first, it seems like false hope, but as time passes by, the train travels further and you see a change of scenery outside your window. The landscape changes and the sun shines brighter and yes, the grass is greener.

The train eventually stops and you get off at your station. So much has changed since you made the decision to come aboard. Your life has changed for the better and you can start to live the way you’ve always dreamed. You stand at the station and collapse to the ground and roll with your fists clenched in victory and a smile that angels envy.

After everything you’ve been through; the pain, the insecurities, and the doubts, things are the way they should be. Aren’t you glad you didn’t surrender when it seemed impossible? Anything can happen when you pursue the reality you dream of and never give up.

Please share this post with anyone who has a problem. Together we can help each other overcome anything.

There is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

The Little Things That Count: On Scrapbooking, Collections, & Photographs


Life is a Rubik’s Cube. It’s a colorful, enticing, and seemingly simple yet wonderful phenomenon. One moment the days can feel like they will never end, and then come and go quicker than a hiccup. Continue reading

There Are International Spies In My Neighborhood


Have you ever had the feeling that you were being watched? It’s a sickening feeling that makes goosebumps explode on your arms and your hairs raise like an eager student’s hand. You take those sharp nervous squirrel-like glances, looking this way and that, and when you don’t see anybody, you shrug and think it’s time to lay off the Vodka. I feel that way many times during walks in my neighborhood (ahem, minus the Vodka). Today, I want to talk about the spies living right around the corner.

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Today Is My 21st Birthday


No, you’re eyes aren’t deceiving you. You see the title. Today is my birthday, so that makes me *counts on fingers, toes, and belly button* 21 years old. I still can’t believe I’ve had 21 birthdays and that I’ve reached the official drinking age. But anyway, enough of this senseless rambling. You know the drill. Let’s get this party started.

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