An Essay On Life

The nature of the beast in the case of human, is unique. We as a whole seem to take great pleasure in destruction, though condemning such behaviors in all others. Through this, though, there are certain unchangeable things, and they stand like the beauty you can find in a storm, such beauty as is nowhere else, but still destroys. In the midst of all the un-negotiable you will inevitably find, you can can’t of several things to still be perfect. This is an essay explicitly about these things, which I have had ample experience with in my wildly unpredictable fourteen years. The first of such things is people. Every human being has a heart, whether they choose to use it or not. They are by far one of your most important assets. The second, is time, the rush of everything, the way it moves, you can always count on time. Finally, we have location. It has been said that “wherever you are, that’s where you’re at!” -Mad Max: Beyond the Thunderdome. I couldn’t agree more.

If you were to walk into a room of people, you would see people. There are other things, however, that you do not see. They are there, nonetheless. On occasion, they are buried, but you usually do have to dig if you want to find treasure. There’s a funny thing about people, it’s something I like to call social reflex. If you drop something physical, they inevitably try to catch it. If you yourself are falling metaphorically, it’s the exact same story. They can’t help it. Neither can you or I. they may try, but in my experience, they usually give in. One human can not stand by and watch another human fall. you may say, then why are there murderers? In response to this, I would say that every human being is capable of love and hate, war and peace. They have potential on either side, and frequently both. As someone I have come to listen to and am inspired by has said “All stones make ripples.”

Time heals everything, except for aluminum cans. I said something of the sort to a very good friend of mine, and it stands to be true. To quote America’s favorite (Very debatable point) little girl, “ The sun will come up tomorrow” True, and inarguable. Everything goes away eventually, even us. We all die at some point. Seasons change and photographs fade and the day dies young in the west. These are all going on, and no one can stop them, save God. You might cry now, and fall apart, but the hands of the clock will pick you back up.

There is a sort of breakdown of places in the world, those that are safe, those that are risks, and those that you should avoid. A safe place is different to all people, but to quote a favorite poet of mine, ‘Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.’ Home is the safest place I can think of. When I think home, I think of my church or my classroom, and my kitchen. Places I know, and love. When I am in my kitchen, with a pot of soup stock scenting the air and chocolate chip cookies in the oven, I know I am safe. I might not be happy or brimming with joy, but nothing can break me. There are also places where I am edgy, not sure but having a great time anyways. Places like the soccer field. I’m a good player, but I’m not the best, I can fail. If I do, then I’m weak, and right where everyone can see. Lastly, places to avoid. Places you don’t want to be in. They’re everywhere, and pretty self-explanatory. Be where you know it’s best to be, mentally, physically, and spiritually, because everywhere else is just wrong.

In conclusion, you have to accept the fact that life isn’t easy. You have to accept it has to be dark before you can see the stars. God has put things here though. Things like people and time and places, sort of like his insurance claim on us. We can only count and these things and pull through.