Find Your Way

FICTION: Can you recall a time when people loved you unconditionally?
The DMZ has become a tool now, I've realized. Like a camera. I use it and warp it to do what I want it to and display it the way I wish. I've started and successfully kept up a sect in the city that I have simply named Photo Club. Lot of kids interested, and It's comforting leading these people.
I've also looked into the Armed Forces for the Country very seriously. I met with an officer in his home yesterday. I was expecting an overanxious recruiter but recieved a calm and very, very influencial human being.

I took a stroll the other day down James Street outside the DMZ to a forgotten swampland that was once used as an AA Launch location. You can still see the indentations of the Frog 77 Missile Launchers, when their supermassive tires dug deep into the mud. I got lost in the beauty; it was hard to believe people died out there. Everything seemed so neutral I almost allowed myself the thought that the world isn't coming to an end.

Things are confusing now, but I'm so certain I can do it, that even the blind can see my shine on.

FACT: I love school. I love the book Life of Pi by Yani Mantel and it's message, and I love the photography studio and everything about it. Every club calls on my skills and it's fun feeling wanted. Photo club currently has over 50 people signed up for it, and it is not even recognized as a legit club by the administration. Hahhhh.

I'm thinking about joining the Marines for photography. Beside the physical aspect, I have pluses and minuses. Plus I'd be taking photos, minus I'd be away and fighting. and there really is no way to ensure your position in the Marine Core because if they need a soldier, you're it, even if you didn't sign up for it.

That, is what scares me.

"So it goes in one ear, and right out the other."