Without further ado, enjoy the random ramblings of an aspiring author long ago. Keep in mind, it wasn’t written in any particular order, more just a dash of inspiration here and there scribbled into a Moleskin notebook (the best kind of notebooks in this author’s humble opinion).

“Life finds a way. It scratches, it claws, it grows through the ashes of those that came before. Through the sullen fields from whence it came to start anew. To begin again in a world untethered from the ropes of fear and undaunted by failures of so many a generation. Each time learning, adapting to the hardships set by an unyielding torrent of time recording their every action, every thought, and constantly passing down judgment from the eyes of those who would follow in their formidable footsteps.

In our unending quest for the aesthetically pleasing, we squash the life that fights for its own. From the grandiose to the infinitesimal, we are each one defined by our deeds, our intentions, our hearts.

The chemical reactions and electrical firings in our heads, these determine our whole of understanding. But it’s what we do with that understanding that matters. We’re all just drops in a lake sending our ripples that will continue on long after we’re gone and the source of disruption is all but forgotten. But the effects remain.

Call it the butterfly effect, call it ripples, it’s the estimation of reality in which everything matters. Every action, every inaction, everything has an effect. What we do today, what we don’t do, shapes the coming world of our future.”

Based on my handwriting, I’m going to guess I was around 6/7 or so? But without further ado, I give you: The Purple Car.

*Errors will be found, I was 7 haha

One time, there was a car that was purple. Everyone thought it was a weird color, but the strang thing was that no one knew who drove the purple car.

Only one person knew who or what drove the car and his name was Joe.

Joe wasn’t home a whole lot. thats why people got suspiscious of him.

But three little girls named Alice, Claudia, and Lisa decided to go visit Joe at his house!!! (add a lot of emphasis).

When they got there Joe was home and they knocked on the door. Joe answered the door and… the girls asked Joe who/or what drove the purple car. He said…

ME!

And when crazy.

No one knows what happened to the three girls that afternoon.

The End.