The Mystical Unicorn

My search for God was a conscious, difficult, frustrating process. I have been an atheist for as long as I can remember, but one day, my mind thrust the definition of God into my hands, and I was elated. After the euphoria faded, the question, "Now what?" emerged. So I decided I would explain the concept of God. Imagine some well-meaning fool sat to write about GOOD, but got the spelling wrong and wrote "God". Connect the dots - God is definitely good; just literally. Think about it - what if God was actually the quality of goodness? So I have come to the conclusion that "God" represents honesty, integrity, optimism, bravery, productivity, independence et. al. - most of the virtues we have been taught since infancy to look up to and emulate. Doesn't it make sense? God, then, is truly in your heart. Forget everything you know about religion - start blank. God is no person; personifying good will get us nowhere. We do not need a person to a...

They say success is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration. Fair enough, but I disagree. Success is a habit. Success is the Jockey mindset: All or Nothing. You have a goal, you achieve it. Pick a new goal, and then achieve that, too. Stop at nothing to achieve your goals. Frederick Nietzche said, "That which does not kill us makes us stronger". Wise man. My goal is to score above 80% in class 12. I have four months in hell to look forward to, but I don't care. When it's over, I will be set for life: taller, stronger, and better-equipped to face whatever the world throws at me. It all boils down to a decision. We can decide to make something of our lives, or we can let it go to waste. The choice is elementary, but the passion and determination to see it through distinguishes the extraordinary from the mundane. Allow me to illustrate with a real-life example: when I chose the Science stream, and then opted for math (my mortal enemy) I knew how hard it was going to ...

Shall I list all the virtues I embody today, all the pride and respect for my school so typical of a Grace High student? Shall I say that Grace High has taught me honesty and tolerance? That I have learned to love the acquisition of knowledge from my years at Grace High? Would it suffice to say that Grace High has taught me to prepare myself for my future? No; Grace High has taught me so much, so very much that I can scarcely remember what I knew before. If I were to actually attempt the Herculean task of listing it all, I believe I would begin at the beginning, when I entered the gates of GHS, confused, terrified yet excited, as a child of ten. Shall I try, then? In my first year at GHS, in 5th grade, I learned the art of self-study. I learned to read voraciously, greedily, endlessly, every line of text that dared cross my path, and I was taught to take pride in my capacity for knowledge. I learned that it is impossible to please everyone, and was taught that it was trag...

It hurts Like a steel monster Staring me down Crushing my throat Punching my guts When I The ugly duckling Look in the same mirror As you, the fair one Who is ugly inside You do not deserve your beauty Nor I, my lack thereof Yet if I were beautiful And you were not My heart would have been As ugly As you Why, then, do I rue your luck If “all that matters is what’s inside” They lied Looks do matter But I do not know why

Hey guys! I'm Moira Kayle. I think a lot. And write. I'm an INFP (the Luna Lovegood kind, in fact my friends tell me we're un-biological clones). My friends also describe me as a dreamer, a mystical, fairytale creature, so I've chosen "The Mystical Unicorn" as my blog name. Of course, I have unintentionally let on that I will be flooding the world with rainbows, happiness, fairydust and the like, but no. I'm the shy, broody, "I worry about these humans" type of unicorn.. So. Enjoy!