Personal Stream of Consciousness--Just Outside My WindowI haven't looked outside my window for a long time. At least, I haven't looked outside to notice nature in a long time. Usually, I only look outside my window to check to see if it's sunny or cloudy out and then I turn back to my computer screen and continue to do homework, watch videos on Youtube, or whatever mindless task I have set my mind to. As I looked outside my window today, the first thing that I noticed was that I began to feel warmer. I was surprised because I expected to see something first, or to hear something first, but instead I first felt the warm rays of sunlight on my face. Then I started to notice the trees lined up on the side of the street, basking in the warm sunlight that I had just felt on my face. I felt envious of these trees, wishing that I could too stand out in the sunlight, soaking up the warmth and richness of the sun. The trees still stand swaying in the soft wind, occasionally housing small fluttering birds that land on their branches. The birds chirp and flutter around in the mass of green leaves, calling to each other and making plans to fly elsewhere, quickly leaving the shelter of one tree and flying to another.
I remember the last time that I went on a walk with my grandmother when I was a kid. I remember tightly clasping onto her hand and skipping over the small cracks in the ground as we walked. As we walked in the warmth of the sun and under the shade of the towering, blossoming trees above us, I remember the birds chirping above us, calling to each other and fluttering from tree to tree. I remember calling to my grandmother, "Big Bird! Big Bird!" as my favorite TV show at the time was Sesame Street and I assumed that all birds were named Big Bird. The soft spring wind weaved through the branches, showering small purple flowers onto our heads. I remember feeling so happy and so blissful...and I think I just might take a drive over to my grandmother's house in a bit. |
Reflective Endnotes: "Just Outside My Window" -- Stream of Consciousness
This is a personal Stream of Consciousness that I chose to write in order to express my feelings and relieve my stress. I chose this genre because Stream of Consciousness entries are the perfect way for me to freely express my ideas without worrying about the organization and structure of my writing. Usually, I will worry about writing the correct thesis and formatting my writing in a coherent fashion, but Stream of Consciousness entries allow me to write with the only worry of making sure to write everything on my mind. This Stream of Consciousness expresses my desire to escape from my everyday routine of waking up, going to school, stressing out about school, and coming home to stress about school. It expresses my desire to once again experience the happiness and bliss that I experienced when I was a child and when I would go on long walks with my grandmother whenever my heart desired. It expresses my desire for a life of simplicity and happiness. This genre connects to my thesis because it defines my own interpretation of an American Dream. It defines the ideal American Dream for me as a life of simplicity and with the focus on the small moments of bliss in life.
This is a personal Stream of Consciousness that I chose to write in order to express my feelings and relieve my stress. I chose this genre because Stream of Consciousness entries are the perfect way for me to freely express my ideas without worrying about the organization and structure of my writing. Usually, I will worry about writing the correct thesis and formatting my writing in a coherent fashion, but Stream of Consciousness entries allow me to write with the only worry of making sure to write everything on my mind. This Stream of Consciousness expresses my desire to escape from my everyday routine of waking up, going to school, stressing out about school, and coming home to stress about school. It expresses my desire to once again experience the happiness and bliss that I experienced when I was a child and when I would go on long walks with my grandmother whenever my heart desired. It expresses my desire for a life of simplicity and happiness. This genre connects to my thesis because it defines my own interpretation of an American Dream. It defines the ideal American Dream for me as a life of simplicity and with the focus on the small moments of bliss in life.