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Who I am


If there were a real Fountain of Youth, would you drink the water?

Head on view of a Rotary Phone

I personally never want to drink of the fountain of youth. I have one life to live, and I should live it to the fullest, but to look young for my entire life is an awkward piece of the puzzle that would never fit. To live beyond my God given time is not an option I want to choose.

We are born with the softest skin. Everyone wants to touch a baby’s skin. We are always amazed at how our skin feels so much softer. As we grow, work and play our skin toughens from the environment. We gain knowledge from our parents, teachers and our own mistakes.

Each of us are amazed at the quick-moving of the electronics, medical break through’s  in life. In my own life span I have been amazed at…

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Daily Prompt: If there were a real Fountain of Youth, would you drink the water?

It was all over the news. They found this fountain of youth, the real deal this time. The stuff of fairy tales, suddenly infiltrating our world and becoming part of our reality. People that drank this water had actually become invincible. Studies had been done, and the power of the water was proven to be legitimate. They began to sell it in small, crystalline bottles. Million dollars a pop. At first I was skeptical, then amazed, then ecstatic. Just imagine! Never growing old! No death, wonderful, bubbling life stretched out before me; time would no longer being an issue! I could see the grand canon, party in Rio, go shopping in Tokyo, live in New Zealand for a year — why not? No longer would man or God have a say in the way I ran my life. No expiration date on existence meant no one could put an end to vivacity, adventure, beauty; wonderful, bubbling life!

These are the thoughts that led me to drop my entire inheritance and everything I was worth monetarily on my own little vial of magic water. I waited a week, which felt like a year, and it finally came. So, there I was. Sitting at my kitchen table. But… things were different. I tried to conjure my previously positive thoughts as I stared at the small bottle in front of me. It twinkled in the sunshine streaming in from the window, seeming to offer all the beauty and life I could ever want. But there was something stopping me. What… what was it? Something fishy about this bottle’s charismatic twinkling. It was winking at me, saying, “Just drink me. You know you want to. What are you waiting for?” Just a little too enticing, not purely good.
Well, I must have been waiting for something, or I wouldn’t be sitting there just staring at an extremely overpriced bottle of water.
My thoughts rain down without rhyme or reason. “What am I waiting for? An intervention? I must be out of my mind. There’s nothing in me that would want to grow old or wrinkly, slowly decline in quality of life, or walk around with arthritis in my hips. So why don’t I just drink it? Just pick it up, and… drink?” I reached out and took hold of the bottle. Took off the pretty, diamond-cut cork. I slowly brought the bottle to my lips when, suddenly, my thoughts interrupted once again.
“Never changing. Always the same. Relationships, coming and going, watching the world slowly decay. But you. Never growing or evolving. Just staying the same. The other people who were eternal, you would form a support group and talk about how you wished you could just die. That this world wasn’t as beautiful as you’d thought it was, and how you wished we didn’t have to keep looking at it.”
Is that it? Is this why? Is this world too much of a mixed bag for me to handle for the rest of eternity? I put the bottle back on the table next to its cork. What if I were to go insane because I couldn’t handle the badness in the world… school shooting after school shooting… I would LITERALLY be a never-ending insane person. They would have to assign a new attendant to me every 40 years, or maybe just another immortal like me. But what immortal would spend each of their eternal days taking care of an insane person? They’d go insane themselves, we’d only be inmates after a while. Awful, stagnant, bleak life.
I stared at the gleaming vial with distrust. She innocently stared on back.
I had bought myself eternal life. “But it’s not the kind I wanted. If I were to go no living forever, the world would have to be a perfect one. But this one isn’t. I can’t live here in this broken, shattered world for the rest of my days, times infinity. I could keep a positive mindset for thirty more years, maybe even forty, until idealism faded away. But surely after that, negative realism would set in, and I’d live a torturous existence for… well… forever. Who knows what comes after this life, but surely it can’t be worse than living here forever!”
My thoughts continued to tumble over each other, one after another in a waterfall of realization. The curiosity of what comes after this particular world grew. It became stronger and stronger, eclipsing my desire to live forever. I didn’t know if I’d be able to live with that burning curiosity for more than forty more years. Certainly not forever! I suddenly wanted to throw the bottle away, or maybe out the window.
Instead, I called the number on the back.
“Yes, I’d like to return my bottle of water from the Fountain of Youth…. hold on, is this a joke?”
They didn’t give out refunds.


AND in a rather anti-climactic fashion, that’s the day I lost both a million dollars, and my desire to be immortal.
You win some, you lose some, I suppose.
This was really interesting thing to think about. Could you pick up on my viewpoints, even though the character in the story wasn’t actually representative of me? What would you have done in her position? 



So really quick life update: I’m officially done with the Fall semester of junior year (!!!). So this means I’m home for break until I leave for Spain on January 23rd!! 🙂 I’m not sure where I’ll be in January, but that’s another story. Basically, besides getting things squared away for Spain, I have a lot of extra time on my hands. And let me tell ya, I am  l o v i n g  it.

I’ve recently realized (through the tough love of some friends and my own verbal processing) that I speed through life at a breakneck speed, and I am truly missing life along the way. There are a lot more things that could be said about that, but I’ll leave it there. However this means the next six months to a year are going to be an attempt at slowing down. Putting less on my plate. Stopping to smell the roses, if you will. Operation Slow Down? I don’t know. If I reference this development at any time in future blogs, you’ll understand. I’ll be in Spain, afterall, so maybe it won’t be so hard to slow down. With those siestas??  It’ll be coming back to the States that will be difficult. Will I learn this time? We shall find out…

Also, because of some recently implemented State of Indiana laws, I cannot finish my double major. It’s confusing, and I had thought they wouldn’t affect me… but basically I can’t afford to go for 5 years (these laws are reeeeally pushing graduating in 4), and so I’ll be dropping down to the minor in Theatre. After the initial disappointment of deciding this, then coming to terms with not really needing the major, I have gotten really excited! Graduating on time! With my friends! Getting out into the real world! But simultaneously my trust in God about my future has had to go to a new level. Suddenly the end of college is near, and what does that mean? I try to look past my life at Ball State and the future is all white and blank and empty. A canvas to be painted. This is exciting, and nervewracking. After all, the hardest part of any project or new development is staring at the blank page.

So that’s happening.

On another note, the next several blogs I write will be the Daily Prompts from the WordPress Daily Post blog. I’ve been getting them to my email for a month or so, but I never have time to take part in them! Since I no longer have playwriting assignments, I need to keep working on writing and this seems like a good way to do so.  Also I’m aware I’m not the best at understanding the blogosphere/don’t have time to build a reputable blog and thus don’t have many followers, but I don’t really mind as long as I can use this as a space to practice my writing! Read if you want, or don’t! This site will turn into a travel blog pretty soon anyways. So I’m sure my friends and family will be dropping in more often come January… but until then maybe I’ll be writing just for myself, which is fine 🙂

First Daily Prompt post coming soon !


Artist Statement

Had to write this for my playwriting class as the final blog. It was definitely interesting to think about, and it will be cool to see how it evolves from here on out.

What do you guys think? If you had an “artist statement,” what would it consist of?

Artist Statement – Jordan Thomas

As a person, I like to and tend to (perhaps too much) ask the question “why?” I am analytical and perceptive, and this shows up everywhere in my life. I’d say the biggest reason I am the artist I am is because of my Christianity. And when I say Christian, I mean that in the literal sense of the word – “Christ follower.” No bigotry or religiosity for me, please and thanks. People tend to associate Christianity with blind faith, but I would say that my faith was actually rather difficult to come by. After being raised in a Christian home, I came to Ball State and tried to “own” my faith, but it wasn’t easy. Sophomore year, after searching everywhere else for fulfillment, I started to try and return to God. This meant sifting through those humongous questions I had about the world and the nature of God, what Jesus really taught, what He thought about me, if He was even real. I was pretty thorough. I spent a full year thinking, reading, discussing, researching, and asking God to reveal Himself. I can truly say that while the questions never stop coming, I have learned valuable lessons, and among these, the worth in asking and working through big questions. I can now say that I own my faith; it is real, not a product of my parents’ beliefs. It plays a vital role in the way I live my life, because I have a hope to cling to.

Because asking big questions is such a large part of my life and who I am, I tend to write with a concept or idea in mind. I believe that if people try and wrestle with the big questions in life rather than writing them off, they will become increasingly aware of the world as a whole, and how they fit in personally. I am very interested in how current events and history intertwine, and how different people make sense of the crazy mess that is our world. Because of this, my style tends to be more realistic, perhaps because I am dealing with real events. I’m opinionated and have things to say, which could get controversial but I’m working towards not caring. In my work, I don’t want to shy away from issues that are hard to talk about simply because they are controversial or jarring. I believe topics like violence, injustice, religion and politics need to be discussed, because otherwise they’re just the elephant in the room. And the elephant will stay there until we can bring him up and talk about him, hopefully in a mature manner that won’t create ill feelings… or, well, war. My favorite playwrights are Kushner and Nottage, both of whom also have very realistic and political/historical styles. I like that Nottage uses real events and personal research to create a story that illuminates a problem in our world – one that can be worked on and possibly abolished if there are higher levels of awareness. Her work has purpose. It is working to make our world better. I hope to write plays that do the same. I’m just one voice, but one voice can be the catalyst for a thousand thoughts and discussions. I want to start those discussions, making people think about their world and how they can contribute to its improvement.