The Fourth Discovery: Written w/ Purpose

Once again I write glazed over from sleep, but a bit more awake than yesterday. Yet I have no idea what to write about. I feel like writing w/out purpose is just a mild case of writer’s block. You can get ideas, but they don’t inspire you or flow like they should. So you erase every also beginning and you start again, and again, and again. But there is one benefit, the best ideas come out once the illness has dissipated. And the only way to get rid of writing w/out purpose-titis is to go through the symptoms, because some of those few ideas you past by will be useful in the future. For example, though out this last paragraph I have decided to write about writing w/ purpose, and I like the results. That’s how people write books, series even, they a have a purpose to convey throughout all those stories. You can really notice purpose from self-help books, but fiction also carries purpose through the theme and morals. Some of the worse stories have no purpose. When I say purpose, I pretty much mean goal for being. These are usually found in interviews between the author and a reporter. You get question like: So why did you write this book? What do you want to convey to your readers? What inspired you to write this book? Questions like those are the backbone of purpose behind every story, so you have to be cautious of what you read. If a good story has bad purpose, then just find another. You don’t want to be influenced by bad motives that you read, so you might as well just find another book. Your life is even a story, that God has imbedded purpose through. He made all of us for a reason, and you have to make sure you’re following His purpose so that you please him and influence others correctly. Every page of a story effects a persons, but every action that you play out can either get the person closer to God or farther away. You choose every day and every moment, so choose your story’s content wisely because once it’s written it influences. Here’s a poem that I wrote about books. Hope you found the purpose through this post! 

Clots of though grasped in ink

Contained stains clasped on sheet

Potholes of pauses litter the pages

Infinite cages filled with untamed creations

Every pieces holds divine knitted lines transferring your mind into a different reality 

An abstract painting of literature where your imagination decides 

Lives that are plucked together by storytellers' stellar abilities to drag what's human unto paper

Crammed into a novel which makes you marvel at the underdogs who clog the shelves 

Caves of thin sheets, sprinkled with summer heat, cradle their readers who straddle their books

Building who devote their nooks and crannies to stories

Theses’ glories' nannies give warm smiles and quick shushes 

Pushes toward the isles and miles of titles

Tidal waves of knowledge, blooming like foliage in the colleges and schools

Pools of syllables and definitions

Fan-fictions and book clubs stub people, who are all words of a bestseller, held together like a hardback spine

One single story at a time

The Third Discovery: Early, Yet Tired Birds

The sun has just made it journey beyond the horizon. The birds have just filled their tiny lungs for the first note of the day’s song. The dew has just vanished from its green bed. And I have just woken up, fight the strings of sleep to squeeze more purpose into my day. Everything about this sounds wrong. I mean, it’s summer. Kids are supposed to sleep in till the sun hang high in the sky. I shouldn’t care less about the date or day of the week for that matter. The only variable of my life that distorts this statistic, is that I’m homeschooled. Every day is summer for my siblings and I. I’d rather put down the summer-schedule, than use it year round. Forgetting the date every day, becomes tiresome and hard to keep track of. Also this summer, I taking a class, so the date is just as important as remembering my name if I want to succeed. I could list many more reasons of why I have woken up so very early, but there is really one main reason. I just want to do more. Waking up at 11 am – 1 pm may feel physically rewarding, but in my spirit I feel like I wasted half the day. That’s no joy to wake up too. Waking up at 6 am may be a pain, but after you get past the drowsiness, it’s pretty awesome. I can get twice as much down if I wake up early, and I feel purpose-ridden when I take advantage of those hours. Enjoying life doesn’t just mean doing things that are crazy, it means taking in every second and cherishing it. So try it for yourself! Make some coffee or tea, and watch the sunset to begin your day. Do chores or activities in the wee hours to get even more done. It may not be for you, but it doesn’t hurt to try. For example, I hate struggling out of bed before the sun, but I love to watch the sun rise. You can’t eat your cake and your cookies. Some sacrifices can lead to other joys. The early bird gets the worm, even if he doesn’t want to wake up at first.

Extra Discoveries: My Inspiration

 Hey, everyone! This is a speech I wrote about my inspirations for a Toastmaster-Teenhop camp that participated in this summer. I feel like this speech shares even more about myself, so I decided to share it here. I hope you all enjoy it!

Hello, my name is Brooke Leath, and I’m going to share with you all my inspirations. But before I can even explain that, I must define what an inspiration is in my own words to give you all a clear picture of my inspirations.  I believe inspiration is whatever stirs your spirit and pushes you into creative action, however one might express themselves. When I stay “stirs your spirit”, I mean whatever fill you with passion and thankfulness. These are the seeds that grow into creative action, which is your expression of emotion from your inspiration. So your inspiration is your “spirit station”. Whatever inspires you, will influence you. For example, if your inspiration is a person, then their action might inspire you to be the best you can be. Like a famous positive figure or your parents. That’s what I think inspiration means.

My inspirations can’t all be squeezed into this speech, but I can share some that are currently rousing me and a few of my main inspirations. Some of my trending inspirations are classical music (because it makes me want to dance – though I can’t), vintage cars (because they make me want to build something just as beautiful), anyone who volunteers out of love for their community (because that makes me want volunteer even more), and all of you (because it takes a lot of guts to come up here and give a speech). My three main inspirations include God, my grandmother, and any type of art form. Here are some of the reasons I hold these three as my main inspirations.

God is my first inspiration, because He made everything. Every sunset, every curve of the earth, every star, and even me. That’s sure to make someone paint, hike, stargaze, or dance. I feel like He’s the ultimate inspiration in my life because He drives everything that I do. He makes me the person I am, because my actions are a reflection of my inspiration. Him.

My second inspiration is my maternal grandmother, Dr. Janie Nettles. She is a strong woman in God, generous, highly education, wise, caring, and one of the funniest women I know. She is always thinking of others’ wellbeing and giving away whatever she can. For example, every time we visit her in NC we always come back with suitcases splitting at the seams. Every time we pull out of her drive way she hands us whatever she thinks we might need through the windows. Here, have an apple! Take these rolls of paper towels! Here, have this 12 pack of soda! Take this ice cream too! This inspires me because I want that type of abounding generosity. My grandmother is also very smart. She has a two doctorate degree, worked many years at Fayetteville State University, and co-founded a church with my grandfather, Pastor Robert Nettles. She shares valuable wisdom all the time, which I love to listen to. She is also very outgoing and hilarious, making everyone she meets laugh. Those are all the reason why I’m inspired by grandmother.

My last main inspiration is any type of art form. That includes almost any type of music (expect Rock), drawings, paintings, sculptures, plays, stories, poetry, and architecture. Art is my inspiration, because I enjoy viewing the fruit of another person inspiration. I believe that inspirations are the spark of another inspiration, and I like seeing what I’m inspired by from the work of the people of the past and today. For example, when I hear classical music, especially anything by Tchaikovsky, I want to just leap along like I’m a ballerina in Swan Lake, but since I can’t, I’ll write poetry about how the music makes my heart swell. Inspiration is contagious, but it’s interesting to catch. That’s why art in general is my inspiration.

In conclusion, that is why my main inspirations are God, my grandmother, and different types of art forms.