Living ~ A Poem

We’ve got this

great big earth

right in front of our eyes,

with wide open lands

and beautiful blue skies

 

We have this 

wonderful universe

right within our touch,

so many people,

so many stories,

what did we do

to deserve so much?

So let’s

open the door,

Let’s be free

and explore

There’s a

whole new world

out there,

with little treasures

so exquisite and rare

Let’s make the best

out of this beauty 

we’ve been given,

Let’s dream big

and let’s start living

♥♥♥

Hey Dreamers! I hope you enjoyed this post! All the pictures are just some old pictures that I’ve taken over time. I had already picked the pictures before, and when I sat down to write something around the pictures, the poem just kind of flowed out of me. I really enjoyed writing the poem, and I hope it inspires you.

 

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Good Times ~ A Poem

Good times come,

Good times go,

I should’ve learned

there’s always an end

to the show,

It went by so fast,

all those beautiful moments,

all left in the past,

should’ve known this wouldn’t last

 

Amazing people,

who helped me go far,

lifted me up,

helped me reach the stars

When I was broken,

they put my pieces back together,

Stood beside me,

no matter the weather

 

Beautiful memories,

that will always stay

in my heart,

where they’ll never fade to gray

 

Laughter and smiles,

that were all worthwhile,

on the right road,

we could drive for miles

 

River of tears,

and things that went

wrong,

we felt weak,

but it made us

strong

 

When we began,

we had no clue,

but we climbed mountains,

and found a gorgeous view

Oh, look how we’ve grown!

something so wonderful,

who would’ve known?

 

Good times come,

Good times go,

It’s been a long time,

but it feels like it was just

a day ago,

when we embarked on this journey

of new experiences

and learning,

We laughed, We cried,

We never gave up

and we always tried

The time has gone,

however,

We’ll treasure these memories

forever


Hey Dreamers! I hope you liked that poem. It’s probably one of my favorite poems that I’ve ever written because it’s really close to my heart.

   My last day of 7th grade was on Tuesday, and I was kind of sad about it. 7th grade was an amazing year for me. It was like I had a breakthrough. I had amazing teachers and amazing friends and I did amazing things. I grew so much, in so many different ways, I felt like I found a new part of myself. And the thing that really stands out to me isn’t something that I won, or accomplished. The thing that stands out to me, is that I was happy. I enjoyed myself every single day, I laughed every single day and that was the best feeling ever. I can say with utmost confidence that 7th grade was one of the best years of my life.

It’s true what they say, you have to enjoy every moment of your life, because those beautiful moments won’t come again.

Sketchbook Tour + My Art Journey

Hey Dreamers! I hope all of you are having a wonderful day. Today’s post is a Sketchbook Tour! If you didn’t know this already, art is one of my biggest passions along with writing. I realized that I don’t talk about art a lot on this blog, but it is a huge part of my life. So, I decided to share it with you.

I had been meaning to do a sketchbook tour for a while, but I procrastinated so much that in the meantime, I filled up another sketchbook. So, this post has art from both of them. Fun fact: these were two of my very first sketchbooks that have been completely filled up. As you look through the art, I will be telling you about my journey with art and how it has helped me through the years. My art means a lot to me, so I hope you like it.

 

My journey with art started when I was about 3-4 years old. My parents would often read picture books to me. I sat next to them, admired the drawings and listened to the story. Back then, I didn’t know how to read, so when my parents didn’t have time to read to me, I only had the pictures to rely on. I absolutely loved looking at all of the pretty pictures of all the different characters and scenes, and that sparked something in me. Sparked an interest, sparked a love, a desire, to create those kinds of pictures.

So, I sat on the floor with a piece of paper and crayons and just drew. It might not have looked like anything, it might not have been good, but it made me happy. The process of picking out colors, making marks on the page and creating something out of nothing was like magic.

 

After a while, it became a habit. It became something that I did almost every day. I’d lock myself in my room, scatter my crayons on the floor and create for hours. Soon, the people around me started noticing my new found love and I started getting sketchbooks, color pencils, paints and all kinds of art supplies as birthday presents, Christmas gifts and more.

As I was growing up, my love for art only grew. With every drawing that I did, I got better. In school, I would eagerly wait for art class that we had once a week. I shone in art class. My teacher praised me and my friends gasped when I showed them what I had done and that tiny bit of recognition that I got brought me an immense amount of joy.

 

I remember begging my mom to put me in an art class outside of school, but she refused. It wasn’t that she was unsupportive of my art, she just didn’t like the methods of teaching art that the art teachers in our community used. The teachers would tell the students what to do and the students would have to do it exactly the same way. There was no space for creative freedom, there was no room for imagination. For me, I think that was one of the best decisions, my mom made.

After that, for a long time, I stopped making art. I had discovered writing as a passion, and I started to write more. School was getting stressful too. Everyday, I came home with tons of homework that took me hours. Any bit of free time that I had, went to  studying, or writing.

 

Then, we moved to the United States from  India. The United States is where my passion grew the most. I saw art everywhere, in different forms. Music, dance , theatre and more. My new school encouraged imagination and creative thinking and it inspired me. I started making art again, and it felt amazing.

The next year, I went to middle school. I had taken art as an elective and I had an amazing teacher who encouraged me to do my best. Art was the highlight of my day, and I enjoyed it very much. But, when I look back, I notice that most of the art that I made was for  school assignments. I had stopped making art for the pleasure of it. I had stopped making art as a hobby. I had stopped making art for myself.

The summer of 2017, we traveled back to India for three weeks. In our old house, I found tons of old sketchbooks, filled with crayon drawings, scribbles and little figments of imagination. Lastly, I found a sketchbook that my dad had bought for me. (1st picture). I felt a new spark surging through my veins when I held that sketchbook.

 

I took it back to America and started drawing in it. At first, I thought that I was going to draw in it for a while, and then give up. But, I finished it and started a new one. “I’m surely going to quit halfway”, I had thought to myself. But, I finished that one too. My love for art had come back. I improved everyday and now, here I am.

I am who I am today, because of art. Art has helped me through so many hard times. I absolutely love expressing myself with colors and shapes and lines. It’s not just the end result, it’s also the process. When I move my paintbrush across the canvas and make a stroke of color, and as I see stroke after stroke come together and create something beautiful, that’s what makes me happiest. No matter what I go through, I will always be an artist.

♥♥♥

Talent vs Hard Work

Hey Dreamers! I hope you’re having a wonderful day.

Today, I wanted to talk about something that I’ve been thinking about for a while. I’ve always heard people saying things like, “He/she is so talented!”, or “I wish I was as talented as her/him.” But, when someone says this, do they realize what they’re saying? The dictionary definition of talent is: natural aptitude or skill. Talent is when you’re naturally good at something. Talent gets you to certain point. But if you want to get beyond that point, it takes something more. It takes practice and hard work. Without practice and hard work, talent means nothing.

All of the greatest musicians, writers, engineers, artists, had to work hard to be successful. Sure, they might’ve been talented, but that’s not what got them where they wanted to be. They weren’t experts the moment they picked up the guitar or the moment they painted their first brush stroke. It took them more than a thousand tries to become as good as they are today.

Whenever you see someone’s work and say that you’ll never be as talented as them, keep in mind all the hard work and long hours they would’ve put into it. Don’t ever brush of hard work by saying that it’s talent. Don’t ever use the excuse that you’re not talented. You can do anything, as long as you’re willing to work hard for it.

Thank you for reading, that little rant. I hope you enjoyed it. ❤

Thank You!!! ~ 100 Followers! Q&A + Giveaway

Hey Dreamers! Before I begin this post, I just want to say that I’m so sorry that I haven’t posted for so long, I’ve just been busy.

Anyway, guess what?! The Dreamers Dreams family has reached a 103 members!!! When I first saw this:

I was so excited! I have loved every moment of blogging, since day one. Writing the posts, receiving feedback, reading other blogs, and most of all: you guys. You guys make blogging so much more fun, you are the sweetest people ever and I am so thankful that you’re here. Thank you soooo much for supporting me every step of the way and making me smile every day. I always blogged because it was fun, and I loved sharing my work with the world, and it amazes me that there are a 103 people out there who read my posts and like them enough to follow me. Right now, I just feel like reaching into the screen and hugging all of you.

The Giveaway

So, to celebrate, I am doing a little giveaway-ish thing. Let me start of my telling you guys what you’ll get.

Prizes:

There will be two winners for this giveaway and each winner will get:

  • A guest post/collab
  • Customized Art made by : Yours truly

The art will look something like this:

I can customize this however you want. If you win, you will be able to choose what you want written, you can do your initials, your full name, a short quote. You will also be able to pick your own colors from the limited amount of colors I have. You will get the art as a printable PDF, so you can print it out for yourself. 🙂

How to Enter:

The rules for entering this giveaway are:

  • You have to be following my blog
  • There has to be a way for me to contact you. If you win and you have a blog, I’ll try to contact you through your blog. If not, then you’ll need to contact me through the Contact page on this blog.
  • You have to comment below your favorite quote. It can be anything, a song lyric, a line from a movie or a book, or just something you found on the internet. ❤

I hope you enter! Good Luck!

The Q&A

In addition to the giveaway, I am also doing a little Q&A. You can ask me as many questions as you like, but I won’t be answering any personal questions. Just fill out the Google Form below and ask away!

Click the link below to fill out the google form:

https://goo.gl/forms/Ysnsg82rnPiXDPHp1

I hope you enter the giveaway and thank you again for always supporting me.

Stages of Being a Bookworm

Hey Dreamers! Today, I have a fun little post for you guys. I was going to do a ‘Sketchbook Tour’, but I had this idea and I thought it would be fun.

One day, I was just watching art videos and I came across this video called The Stages of Being an Artist. I realized that being a bookworm has stages as well. So, I decided to write a post about that, so here I am. Some of the thing I say, may not apply to you, or maybe all of them won’t apply to you, but I hope you enjoy!

  • The first stage is probably when you’re about 2-4 years old. You haven’t learnt how to read, but your parents read to you. You absolutely love listening to your parents when they read to you and always want them to. And when, your parents don’t have the time to read to you, you flip through the pictures and look at each one.
  • The next stage, is when you’re about 4-6 years old. You’re learning how to read in school and it excites you. At home, you try to read all the books you have. Even the ones your parents have already read to you. You enjoy flipping the pages and figuring out each word and imagining the story in your head. You enjoy it a lot more than your classmates and you always want to read more.
  • The stage after that, is when you’re in Elementary school. You start realizing, that you would rather stay inside and read, rather than play in recess. You thrive in your Language Arts class, and it makes you happy when your teacher gives you silent reading time. You wait eagerly for the day your class gets to go to the library to look at books. You talk to the librarian and you always look for a good book.
  • The last stage, is Middle School. It’s the stage where I’m at. I can’t go ahead because I’m not there yet. This is the stage where you’ve developed a huge love for books. You know that you’re a bookworm and all your friends do too. You go to the school library whenever you get the chance and it’s your happy place. This is most likely the time where you start getting book projects, like book reports and things like that. Most likely, you enjoy doing those, because it gives you a chance to read. While your classmates, just read because they have to, but while you read books for school, you also read more books just for yourself and to make yourself happy. Reading is something that makes you happy and calm.

To end this post, I just wanted to say to all my bookworms out there. Keep being bookworms, reading is a beautiful thing and never stop reading.

 

Why It’s Okay to Feel Upset Sometimes

Hey Dreamers! It feels good to be back! I know that it doesn’t seem like I was gone, but the last two posts were scheduled, because I was busy with this year’s Spelling Bee. I didn’t win, but it wasn’t a disaster like last time. And one of my good friends won! So, I’m really happy for her. Now, on to today’s post. This post might contradict my last rant which was about Optimism + Being Positive .

Today, I wanted to talk about why it’s okay to feel sad or angry sometimes. I see a lot of quotes on the internet that say “Keep Smiling” , and “Be Happy”, and stuff like that. But, the thing is, that it’s not mentally or physically possible to be happy al the time. While it is important to be positive and be optimistic, it is also important to be upset sometimes.

Sometimes, you need to shout or cry, to get what you’re feeling out. People will tell you to soak up your tears and they’ll tell you that crying won’t change anything. And it won’t, crying won’t change anything. But it will help. If someone tells you not to cry, or you tell yourself not to cry, remember that you are a human being. If you need to have a meltdown, it’s okay. Your life will not always be the best, and sometimes you just need a meltdown.

The last reason, I wanted to talk about was that, if you don’t show your emotions, you will bottle them up. You’ll dwell on it. And you’ll do it every. single. time. that you get hurt. And one day, that bottle will crack and your emotions will burst out. You might ending up saying things that you’ll regret and it will be a lot more painful. Maybe, if you let yourself cry or shout, it will hurt less. And once you’re done crying, you will feel better and you won’t dwell on it.

While it’s okay to be sad, don’t dwell on things. Bad things will always pass away. Cry, cry all you want. But never give up.