Aside from the normal bed, closet, cabinets, computer, and obvious Mickey Mouse and Nick Van Exel posters; my room is a world of its own. When one walks into my room, I would image that s/he would describe it as messy and cluttered. As, if one walked into my mind, they would think I was merely crazy. My mind and room are both dirty and chaotic to ones eye, but when I look at them, I see adventure, uniqueness, originality and organization.
Just as my room is filled with papers, books, and other miscellaneous objects, my mind is filled with friends, schoolwork, and family. Each of these categories falls into different groups. The mind categories fall into their own groups, and the room bunches fall into the mind groups. For instance, I have school friends, and out of school friends. There are also school papers, and note and letters from your friends. This is because my mind makes my room.
Even though my walls cannot speak, if they were able to, they would tell you many secrets and important event that took place in my life. Just like the secrets in my room, my soul is filled with emotions and feelings. My room captures the memories from birth till now. Even though I have not lived in this room all my life, I keep the memories in my heart and they show up in my room.
From a baby till now, my mind has held a lot on in. It has held death and life, good and bad. It has gone through bliss and depression. My floor too is holding a lot on it. There are piles of clothes all around, and stuffed animals coming out of everywhere. Some say, how could I live with a room like this? I simply reply, the same way I live my life, with happiness and a focused mind.
Despite the different objects in my room, my room is very ordinary on the outside. After you go past the outside, the inside is what makes it mine. One would get scared at looking upon my room, as when first looking at my life. But, if you look very closely, one would see that it is secure and happy.