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Date Posted: 19:47:30 04/01/02 Mon
Author: The Little One
Subject: (Inspired by a) Blade of Grass

I looked out on the lawn today, and sayy some green grass. It surprised me. Because it wasn't your typical beginning os spring "I'm grass that is still green from last spring" grass, it was new grass. It was fresh grass. It surprised me because it made me realize that its april... april 2002... I graduate in two months. I leave behind a world I've existed in for just under a forth of my life. And what do I have to show for it? Mediocre good grades. A passion for something I'm not good enough to continue in. A love of hating people. Its time to move on. Maybe I wasn't meant to leave a legacy at Central. Maybe I'm not meant to leave a legacy anywhere. The meaning of life really likes to hide from me. I think about it constantly. I've asked many people what they think the meaning of life is. Most people say they want to leave something behind, they want to make a difference in the world.... make the world a better place. But I know thats not the meaning of life for me. My life has two purposes. Purpose 1) to be happy. I will strive to be as happy as I can. I will find a career I can enjoy, and I will work with people I enjoy. I will not surround myself with people I do not like. I will not live as someone else, I will only be myself, because I will only be able to find happiness once I find myself. Purpose 2) now, this purpose sorta goes along the lines of leaving a legacy, but not so much. I want to change people's live. I want to make them happy, for a short period of time. Making people happy, makes me happy. This is why, I know, that in some way shape or form I will be involved in the entertainment industry. Whether I end up being a technical designer, or working for an amusemant park, I will entertain. I will make people's day's brighter by having fun. I don't care if I get recognition for it. As long as I know that someone enjoyed riding the roller coaster I designed, or someone was amazed by the lighting I designed in a show, or some actor fell in love with the stage I built for the play he was staring in. I will be happy. So I guess, ultimately I only have one purpose. This purpose it to make myself happy. I suppose that this is rather selfish of me, but I don't care. I suppose that last statement is rather selfish also. So, anyway, back to the original point. Its april 2002. I'm almost finished high school, and once I do, I will be embarking on a completely new journey called college. College, how wonderful the word is to me right now. College represents so many things to me, and I suppose every other person, than just an institution of learning. Yes, I may do some of this so called learning there, but to me, ir represents so much more. It is a place where I can finally reach out and be me, without having my past holding me back. It is a place where I decided where to go, and when to come home. It is the ultimate freedom. I will be free of the rules and regulations of home, yet I will still be free of the burden of life, such as bills and all that whatnot. An amazing time in a persons life... college. ahh.
Well, since I've had sudden inspiration from a blade of grass tonight, and I'm feeling a little bit woozy from the anti-hystamine I'm on, I think it is time for this ramble to end. Please, if you have any comments, I'd be glad to hear them. And yes, I do know this isn't poetry... but, do we have to regulate ourselves to just this form? Please, for all of our sakes as artists, no.

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