While I’m still hesitant to call myself a writer, the truth is that I’ve been writing most of my life. This month we will take a step back into my writing history. Over 20 years back to 1997 when a younger Nina was an undergrad student at ASU. My degree was industrial design, but I was taking an Arthurian legend course to fulfill my english credits.
I present to you a journal entry scrawled across three pages of an Alice in Wonderland coloring book (seen in the photo above). Yes, a coloring book. I was just as contrary wise and weird back then as I am now when creating. This entry is presented without edits (so. hard. not. to. edit.) to keep true to the person I was then. I apologize for every time I use “thru” instead of “through”.
So here you go, a glimpse of my mind just before I turned 20. (My birthday is this month, you do the math…)
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We are the Generation X. The lost generation. We are the society of free ideas and empty morals. We thrive on a lifestyle of broken codes. We stand and hold before us our dying society. We have let our freedom to think override our obligation to respect. We have made pride of treason. We stand tall and proud as our world crumbles around us.
But this picture is not a new one and not as foreboding as it seems. We are the generation that are living the downfall of Camelot. In our childhood we saw the glorious blooms of that enchanted life, but nothing can bloom forever. Even Camelot, in all her splendor could never hold together. She too, in her enchantment and perfection, must fall down.
But life rides like seasons. No one would ever appreciate the summer if winter never came. The downfall of Camelot, the perfect city, exemplifies my generation. We are the generation that saw perfection through a child’s eyes, then we watched that perfection fall apart thru its own ideals.
We are a generation who knows the enchantment that has passed us by, but we do not struggle to revive what is already dead. But we are also the generation that understands that only thru this death can we be reborn. We do not follow this path of darkness because we have given up, but because we know the light is ahead. We are a lost generation of faithful souls. We are the downfall of Camelot and her rebirth.
Camelot, the magical land, the beautiful society, came down with a sudden snap. Corrupted from the inside, a small touch to the outside set it to the ground. But how many people could see that thru the ruins a new Camelot would arise? We can. My generation. We may be living the downfall of Camelot, but we are NOT lost. We are merely facing the inevitable. We must let go of those old ideals. We must open up our minds and find that new life.
We have not let go because we have given up, we have let go because we know it’s over. We must let go of that dead society so that we can find a new one… our new Camelot, the next level.
Do not weep for us the Generation X. We are children playing ring-around-the-rosie in the fields. “Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.” But that’s not the end. Don’t forget, we are children, we simply get up and play again. This time louder and closer to harmony.
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I present to you a journal entry scrawled across three pages of an Alice in Wonderland coloring book (seen in the photo above). Yes, a coloring book. I was just as contrary wise and weird back then as I am now when creating. This entry is presented without edits (so. hard. not. to. edit.) to keep true to the person I was then. I apologize for every time I use “thru” instead of “through”.
So here you go, a glimpse of my mind just before I turned 20. (My birthday is this month, you do the math…)
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We are the Generation X. The lost generation. We are the society of free ideas and empty morals. We thrive on a lifestyle of broken codes. We stand and hold before us our dying society. We have let our freedom to think override our obligation to respect. We have made pride of treason. We stand tall and proud as our world crumbles around us.
But this picture is not a new one and not as foreboding as it seems. We are the generation that are living the downfall of Camelot. In our childhood we saw the glorious blooms of that enchanted life, but nothing can bloom forever. Even Camelot, in all her splendor could never hold together. She too, in her enchantment and perfection, must fall down.
But life rides like seasons. No one would ever appreciate the summer if winter never came. The downfall of Camelot, the perfect city, exemplifies my generation. We are the generation that saw perfection through a child’s eyes, then we watched that perfection fall apart thru its own ideals.
We are a generation who knows the enchantment that has passed us by, but we do not struggle to revive what is already dead. But we are also the generation that understands that only thru this death can we be reborn. We do not follow this path of darkness because we have given up, but because we know the light is ahead. We are a lost generation of faithful souls. We are the downfall of Camelot and her rebirth.
Camelot, the magical land, the beautiful society, came down with a sudden snap. Corrupted from the inside, a small touch to the outside set it to the ground. But how many people could see that thru the ruins a new Camelot would arise? We can. My generation. We may be living the downfall of Camelot, but we are NOT lost. We are merely facing the inevitable. We must let go of those old ideals. We must open up our minds and find that new life.
We have not let go because we have given up, we have let go because we know it’s over. We must let go of that dead society so that we can find a new one… our new Camelot, the next level.
Do not weep for us the Generation X. We are children playing ring-around-the-rosie in the fields. “Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.” But that’s not the end. Don’t forget, we are children, we simply get up and play again. This time louder and closer to harmony.
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