Define Happiness

I am usually not one to comment when I don't know the whole story.  I do feel that it is my right as a friend of the black community to speak up on a topic that has been ignored for far too long. It disgusts me even to feel the urge to blog about an issue that should not exist in the first place. In general, it is hard for me to form words every time I see an act of brutality taken against another human. I am an empath so I take these topics and acts of news very seriously. Definition: An  empath  is someone who is highly aware of the emotions of those around them, to the point of feeling those emotions themselves.  Empaths  see the world differently than other people; they're keenly aware of others, their pain points, and what they need emotionally. Even if you have not been watching the news lately, you should still know that the black community has been facing many forms of crisis. This is not new and nor' an issue that should be ignored. I have found many of my br

Some people think that art is something that you are born with or have to be talented in. Little did I know 7 years ago I would still be creating new things with my life, or even writing this post. During my second semester of my sophomore year I took my first art class at CFHS. Fortunately, I had some experience with drawing, but not so much of my own style yet. During my earlier years of schooling, I had amazing art teachers so I was hesitant to walk in to a class which housed a completely new set of rules for me (again). I remember looking around the room and seeing each and every chair painted. The chairs were designed with a theme and I was fascinated by each unique story. It was always a goal for me to paint something that is instantly recognizable and brings life to a room. My senior year, I had an urge to have something displayed in the art room. A project that could be admired by future students of CFHS.  I wanted to paint one of the chairs. One day in my independent s