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Back To My Roots

​​​​​​​These entries are from the notebooks of Seb Dean, Fabulous Dreamer.

The Fabulous Dreamers live in their own space. They are the children of nowhere, they are the children of everywhere. They buy their clothes in charity shops, their records in vintage stores where they spend hours digging through crates and checking labels.

They might live in your town, they may not, but there'll be someone like them. You might have seen them in the street, angel headed hipsters to a boy and girl, striding with a purpose that only comes from self belief.  The rest of the world is invisible to them, it simply doesn't matter. It never has.

The live in the moment, always the moment, though that doesn't affect their dreams. There's a loft in sixties New York City or a billet in twenties Paris waiting for them someday as they slip into their nearest bar and put their favourite record on the jukebox and imbibe the night away with their like-minded brethren.  Sometimes they'll get off their seats and dance.

It has to be the night time. The night time is the best time. They come out in the day, to work occasionally, to shop, to look at art, to meet.  But they are night people first and foremost.  The music sounds better at night, the drinks are more potent, the vibe is more alluring. They're alive after midnight, taking in every sound and happening and keeping it for another time.

Sometimes they're not out.  But it's rare. When they're not out, they'll be listening to music, reading books, watching films.  They'll philosophise over a better world, one where the aesthete is in his own.  They'll drink strong coffee and smoke filter tips, make their own films where they are the stars.

These notebooks are a glimpse into Seb Dean’s world.  He doesn't know you're looking.

Sebuah Seni untuk Kehidupan

Sebuah buku yang menceritakan bahwa kehidupan tidak selalu sejalan dengan keinginan , tidak jarang hidup memaksamu untuk melakukan hal yang mungkin berlawanan dengan hati dan pikiranmu , tidak pula terkadang kamu harus tersenyum disaat sebagian hatimu seperti serpihan kaca .

Itulah kehidupan kalau kamu tidak mampu mengendalikan pemicunya ,maka kamu akan selalu mengalamai hal yang serupa .

Setiap orang pasti memiliki sebuah masa dimana itu adalah titik terberat dalam kehidupannya , bedanya adalah bagaimana cara mereka menyelesaikan nya ,sedangkan persamaannya adalah ,  mungkin mereka sama sepertimu merahasiakannya ,sehingga ketika masa masa itu menghampirimu kamu akan mengaggap orang lain tidak pernah pada fase tersebut .

Beberapa orang memiliki karakter dan sifat yang berbeda beda , ketika kamu meminta dipahami kamu akan merasa terbebani , kamu harus mampu memasuki pembatas yang ada ,mencoba menyatu kemudian baru kamu mengendalikan keadaan .

Seorang Petani gandum ingin menanam gandum diladang Jati , dimana ladang itu penuh semak belukar dan tanaman jati . Ia ingin menanam gandum disela sela pohon jati . Dia pergi mengambil korek api . Datang seorang teman mengingat kannya , jika kamu ingin menghilangkan rumput dan semak belukar kamu cukup menggunakan sabit , tetapi ia tidak mendengar kannya ia membakar dengan api kecil , karena ladang tersebut penuh semak belukar dan daun jati kering api yang kecil justru semakin membesar membakar semua ladang dan ia kehilangan Jati .dan tanah menjadi tandus .ia membutuhkan ratusan kibik air untuk mengurai tanah tersebut .

Perseverance At Its Worse

"Make it count."Someone told her once.

'I'm trying.'Sena grumbled in her head, watching Percy from the distance as he played in the snow. She can't be passive now. Not when his life is at stake, now when they're still looking for them. He's the only one she could save. The only one.

Look at what you've done.

It's not her fault to begin with. She was just following orders. They toldher not to interfere, so she didn't.

You knew something bad was going to happen.

It's not like she could've just disobey a direct order from her superiors. That would lead to consequences. Terrible ones. But...

It's your fault all those kids lost their lives.

She could've done something.But it's too late to regret now. She made her choice, now she has to live with it. She'll protect him, no matter the cost.

Alright so this is my poor excuse of a summary. This story is still at it's early stages, so expect plotholes. A ton of them. And incorrect grammar.

This is my second published book so far. That I have future plans on and an actual planned plot instead of a on-the-spot, based-on-my-emotions one And that I pray and plan to finish. And it's still Undertale lmao.

I did publish a truckload of books when I was... in middle school oof. And boy, they were horrible.Deleted most of them (they were all Creepypasta fanfics, and fics, help). Told a few they were gonna live but then shot them when they weren't looking.

Stopped writing for a while then got into writing again but deleted the book (again), finally made another one that I managed to finish, in like, what? 2 years? And only 20 chapters??? With literally only around 900-1000+ word per chapter??? And some of the chapters were actually A/N's????

Yeah, I was a mess then. And still am now! :-D

But I got a plan so I'm really praying to God I finish this book.