I used to love those old TV shows, the ones I watched as a child. I would watch them over and over again, never tiring of their stories. But now, as an adult, I see them with new eyes. I see the flaws in the writing, the unrealistic characters, the outdated values. And yet, I still love them. Because they remind me of a simpler time, a time when I didn’t have to worry about anything. A time when I could just sit back and enjoy a good story.
Education: A Means To An End or An End In Itself
Education is not about memorizing facts or following rules. It’s about learning how to think for yourself, how to question authority, and how to be yourself.
Whispers Of Regret
I can still hear your whispers in my ear, even though you’ve been gone for so long. They’re like a haunting melody, that plays over and over again in my mind.
I regret not telling you how I felt before it was too late. I regret not spending more time with you, while we had the chance. But most of all, I regret letting you go.
12 Angry Men: A Timeless Classic
Prejudice always obscures the truth.
Why lie?
What’s he got to gain?
Attention, maybe.
He don’t even speak good English.
He “doesn’t” even speak good English…
The Hidden Beauty Of A Solitary Existence
The words flowed through me like a river, unstoppable and untamed. I could feel them coursing through my veins, filling me with a sense of purpose and belonging. I was a writer, and this was my way of expressing myself.
Animal Farm: A Tale of Truth and Tyranny
She’ll ask me about the old days,
Back when the world was in black and white,
And our computers were
The dusty old books in the library.
And I smiled, answering only
With one word:
Real.
For those were the days when truth mattered,
When words had meaning,
And people were free to think for themselves.
Those were the days of Animal Farm.
The Many Faces Of Me
I am a many-faced creature,
A weathercock of the soul.
I can change my colors to suit my mood,
And my personality to suit my audience.
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