Change is inevitable
Today was a somewhat monumental day in Zach’s life. Today I took down all the posters, printouts, and wall flags from my room. All most all of them being of metal bands. You may be asking yourself “what!? does Zach not like metal anymore?” and the answer is no, I still enjoy metal as much I did a month ago. But one thing has changed: I am tired of clutter, I am tired of lots and lots odd looking posters arranged chaotically on my walls. I am tired of boxers staying on the floor for 3 days straight, I am tired of school papers in every corner of my room. I want a new simplicity and peace in my life. I want my room to be a place where I can come home from school and say “ah, now that's better.”
Looking back a bit I have gone through much change in my life, from a geeky Parisian boy entering the 4th grade in Newton wearing sweatpants, a collared shirt, and bangs, to a Hawaiian shirt wearing, crew cut 6th grader wanting to fit in to the cool crowd desperately at oak hill (later that year I could be found with big spiked hair and spiked collars). Now another new school, F. A. Day. Entering 7th grade with 3 different hair colors at the same time and wearing baggy pants. by 8th grade I had retreated a bit from eccentricity into just band shirts and jeans. But now, toward the end of 9th grade I can’t find a label to put on myself, and I’m enjoying it. I think this year I have found out more about myself then any other year
In 4th grade I was a proud Parisian, In 6th I called myself a punk. 7th grade I identified myself with only the word Metalhead. 8th I began to mature a bit and stopped trying to act so cool I think. This year I don’t know who I am, but in a good way. Am I my personality? no. Am I the things I do? nope not that one either. Hmm who the heck am I then? One thing that I can perhaps unhumbly say is that right now I am proud of my individuality. I love so many things across many spectrums, from death metal to classical, from zen to hinduism, from theater to soccer.
If I learned anything from taking down these posters, it is that change in life is inevitable and remains one of the few constants. For now I am very pleased, sitting here in my now somewhat empty room, feeling content. Time for tea.
Looking back a bit I have gone through much change in my life, from a geeky Parisian boy entering the 4th grade in Newton wearing sweatpants, a collared shirt, and bangs, to a Hawaiian shirt wearing, crew cut 6th grader wanting to fit in to the cool crowd desperately at oak hill (later that year I could be found with big spiked hair and spiked collars). Now another new school, F. A. Day. Entering 7th grade with 3 different hair colors at the same time and wearing baggy pants. by 8th grade I had retreated a bit from eccentricity into just band shirts and jeans. But now, toward the end of 9th grade I can’t find a label to put on myself, and I’m enjoying it. I think this year I have found out more about myself then any other year
In 4th grade I was a proud Parisian, In 6th I called myself a punk. 7th grade I identified myself with only the word Metalhead. 8th I began to mature a bit and stopped trying to act so cool I think. This year I don’t know who I am, but in a good way. Am I my personality? no. Am I the things I do? nope not that one either. Hmm who the heck am I then? One thing that I can perhaps unhumbly say is that right now I am proud of my individuality. I love so many things across many spectrums, from death metal to classical, from zen to hinduism, from theater to soccer.
If I learned anything from taking down these posters, it is that change in life is inevitable and remains one of the few constants. For now I am very pleased, sitting here in my now somewhat empty room, feeling content. Time for tea.