"Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom.
...One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it."
-- Siddhartha, Hermann Hesse
Those Swiss.
Anyway. Seeing as this morning was filled of negative wonders, I was rather quiet through half of the day. At least, quiet compared to the normal--normal--Hufsa that seriously never shuts up. I had forgotten the insight silence brings.
I sat there, listening to my peers' conversations (not eavesdropping, mind you, because teenagers are loud), all having something to do with the Hells they each must face. The Nazis aren't slowing their output of homework and tests; they have no mercy for us poor souls who are doomed to take the SAT on Saturday. And each took turns to explain his or her Hell--or rather, competed over who has the worst situation.
Naturally, these discourses were indistinguishable from excessive complaining. It's a sad thing to look upon people who live in a safe, clean, freaking GREATTOLIVEIN city (so thankful for the perspective I have from living in a less-than-great city for half my life) who need to make a big deal out of little things--myself not discluded. I grew disgusted without the amount of complaining/competing, and I grew sickened with myself. I complain too much--much too often.
So. I resolve to cut my complaining and shut the hell up for once, so this world will have at least one (more) teenager be able to stop focusing so much on his personal "suckage" and see a greater scope in this world. Because having three tests and an insane amount of homework in the week before the SAT is really nothing.
And I would appreciate it if you all would (unscathingly, please) stop me if I begin to complain.
Hmmm. My last entry kind of takes away from my credibility, huh. (nevermind, I deleted it)