REBiRTH
Sitting in English, I looked around the room, taking in everyone. I looked at my friends: their faces, clothes, hair, arms, hands, fingers, legs, shoes, physique. Everything is so horribly temporary, don't you know? All those hours we spend at the gym - that money we dish out for a whiter smile. It's beautiful and amazing while it lasts, but time's a two-faced entity. It heals and destroys, eh? We will grow old and our clothes will become small and although it's hard to imagine now, they will go out of style. Our hair won't be the chique thing, and muscles degenerate when we stop using them. Hands wrinkle and knuckles crack and bleed with old age. In essence, our physical body dies...molds over and corrupts with the passing of time.
If people invest their time only in physical appearance, then that's their outcome as well. Maybe that's not really wrong. Not for all people. Not everyone can be a philosopher, because if everyone were, then there wouldn't be anything to think about. There wouldn't be any screwed up people to meditate over.
When I started thinking about it more, I decided I don't really care what my body looks like. I mean, I'm healthy enough. Certainly, I'm not a body builder and I'm not "hot," but that's okay. BUT, I want my mind and brain to be in shape. I want my mental powers to be able to kick some ass if need be. I want to read all the time and listen to music and talk to friends and develop myself to be what I consider a real person.
Maybe that's the rift between people. Everyone has a different idea of what a "real person" really is. I don't think there's too much room for clothes and make-up with my real person, but if need be, I think I could justify such materials as being "real." Honestly, everything is in the eye of the beholder, huh?
I'm just going to stop trying, because that seems like it's when things happen. You can't try to have experiences and you can't procreate life-changing moments. They happen in their own little ways, when you don't expect it, and that element of surprise is what makes them stick.
Kayla and I are the only two in our entire group of friends who haven't had any sort of "romantic moment." I've never held hands or kissed, hugged or touched in a lovey kind of way. Sometimes, I think that's really sad. I mean, next year I'm going to be a senior...pre-college, and it's strange to think that I'm going to enter college, never even having made it to first base. And that's okay with me. I don't mind, because when my moment comes and I finally hold hands and embrace that person, it's going to be wonderful. I can't imagine what they're like or who they'll be, but I'm really excited about it.
And there's always that dream of a summer romance. That seems like the perfect time to meet another. When you're sitting in the park on a warm night and there are a few other people there, just walking around and talking, holding hands. There are a lot of lightning bugs. Everywhere. And there's that perfect warm breeze. Hands touch. It feels so nice, so perfect and fitting, so you keep on holding hands.
It seems so perfect.
So beautifully, wonderfully, unquestionably perfect.
If people invest their time only in physical appearance, then that's their outcome as well. Maybe that's not really wrong. Not for all people. Not everyone can be a philosopher, because if everyone were, then there wouldn't be anything to think about. There wouldn't be any screwed up people to meditate over.
When I started thinking about it more, I decided I don't really care what my body looks like. I mean, I'm healthy enough. Certainly, I'm not a body builder and I'm not "hot," but that's okay. BUT, I want my mind and brain to be in shape. I want my mental powers to be able to kick some ass if need be. I want to read all the time and listen to music and talk to friends and develop myself to be what I consider a real person.
Maybe that's the rift between people. Everyone has a different idea of what a "real person" really is. I don't think there's too much room for clothes and make-up with my real person, but if need be, I think I could justify such materials as being "real." Honestly, everything is in the eye of the beholder, huh?
I'm just going to stop trying, because that seems like it's when things happen. You can't try to have experiences and you can't procreate life-changing moments. They happen in their own little ways, when you don't expect it, and that element of surprise is what makes them stick.
Kayla and I are the only two in our entire group of friends who haven't had any sort of "romantic moment." I've never held hands or kissed, hugged or touched in a lovey kind of way. Sometimes, I think that's really sad. I mean, next year I'm going to be a senior...pre-college, and it's strange to think that I'm going to enter college, never even having made it to first base. And that's okay with me. I don't mind, because when my moment comes and I finally hold hands and embrace that person, it's going to be wonderful. I can't imagine what they're like or who they'll be, but I'm really excited about it.
And there's always that dream of a summer romance. That seems like the perfect time to meet another. When you're sitting in the park on a warm night and there are a few other people there, just walking around and talking, holding hands. There are a lot of lightning bugs. Everywhere. And there's that perfect warm breeze. Hands touch. It feels so nice, so perfect and fitting, so you keep on holding hands.
It seems so perfect.
So beautifully, wonderfully, unquestionably perfect.