Life is too short to

Fri, 01/30/2015 - 20:42 -- eksme

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Life is too short to stop me from living my life.
I may want what other seem irrational.
But all my life it's what I've used,
To keep me stable, sane, and stationary.
Stationary yet I'm always moving.
Going to the library and reading.
Going online to search and discover.
Learning what interests me on a whim and recording it.
I know that something childish like video games could not be seen as a profession.
But tell me.
What's the new form of entertainment?
How can a movie, something that's yelled at because the actors can't hear you scream "Don't go in there! Don't go in there!" compare to an interactive story?
How can anything compare to the one outlet that I've grown up with?
How can it compare to the memories I've made with my brothers, whom I've never been close to because they are rough and tough boys, and I'm a frail and pale girl?
How can anything compare to the motivation it's given me to continue writing and drawing and improving?
My games may seem childish but nothing compares to a life formed by what I was never supposed to like.
I am girl who is proud of liking what's always assumed to be a male dominated interest.
No one took the time to look for statistics.
And those statistics say that a thing for children can change a person's life.
A change that causes them want an influence.
To teach other girls and people alike that nothing should be crammed down a throat.
No specifics for a gender.
Just memories.
Memories and dreams of the future.

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