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A Tale of Modern Society

Smile. Chin up.

Don't fail. Don't disappoint.

What's your impact? Are you living in a society that doesn't need you?

What are your hopes, dreams, aspirations? No. You're doing it wrong. No. Don't do that either.

Your opinions are only valid as long as they're the same as ours.

You think we care, but why should we.

Be smart, but not too smart or you're pretentious.

Be pretty, but not too pretty or you're self-absorbed.

Don't be materialistic, but, wait, buy our things.

You're too nice, you'll never make it.

Didn't you get the memo? Your personality isn't trending anymore. Change it. It's okay, just pretend. It won't fall apart we promise. Oh, you thought that when we said 'be yourself' we were being serious? Of course not, that's just a code for be who we want you to be.

Click. Tap. Swipe. Friendship over. Oops.

Ding. Beep. Buzz. Come back, where have you been, we've missed you. Have you seen this update, this gossip, this drama? Don't care? Well, you should.

Do you have a plan? High school, college, work, family. What's your one-year plan? Five-year? Ten-year?

Don't you want to be happy? This is how you do it. Follow these steps and these steps only.

Who are you? Um, what?

Where are you going? I'm still figuring things out.

What are you doing with your life? I haven't got a clue.

Perfection is overrated anyway.

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A Tale of Modern Society
Smile. Chin up.

Don't fail. Don't disappoint.

What's your impact? Are you living in a society that doesn't need you?

What are your hopes, dreams, aspirations? No. You're doing it wrong. No. Don't do that either.

Your opinions are only valid as long as they're the same as ours.

You think we care, but why should we.

Be smart, but not too smart or you're pretentious.

Be pretty, but not too pretty or you're self-absorbed.

Don't be materialistic, but, wait, buy our things.

You're too nice, you'll never make it.

Didn't you get the memo? Your personality isn't trending anymore. Change it. It's okay, just pretend. It won't fall apart we promise. Oh, you thought that when we said 'be yourself' we were being serious? Of course not, that's just a code for be who we want you to be.

Click. Tap. Swipe. Friendship over. Oops.

Ding. Beep. Buzz. Come back, where have you been, we've missed you. Have you seen this update, this gossip, this drama? Don't care? Well, you should.

Do you have a plan? High school, college, work, family. What's your one-year plan? Five-year? Ten-year?

Don't you want to be happy? This is how you do it. Follow these steps and these steps only.

Who are you? Um, what?

Where are you going? I'm still figuring things out.

What are you doing with your life? I haven't got a clue.

Perfection is overrated anyway.
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every action movie ever

in a high-speed car chase,

never shoot 

for the bullet-proof windows,

when you can shoot for the tires

instead.

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every action movie ever
in a high-speed car chase,
never shoot 
for the bullet-proof windows,
when you can shoot for the tires
instead.
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The Final Battle

There was nothing Li'esco Worgana loved more than being a hero. 

The people of his kingdom often called him Hercules and Li'esco didn't plan on disappointing them anytime soon. Which is exactly how he found himself standing in front of the single most revolting creature he had ever known to exist, tightly gripping the handle of his father's mightiest sword.

In all honestly, Li'esco didn't know how to fight monsters. He had no idea how to skillfully mix hand-eye coordination with agility, precision, and strength to save the all the onlooking peasants his family ruled. What he did know how to mix was luck, reputation, and greed to make people think he was responsible for all the greatness brought to the nation. And because they would be executed otherwise, no one ever questioned him. 

It wasn't like his father didn't try with him. Everyone in their family lineage had been a hero, but no matter the lesson, the instructor, or the weapon, Li'esco was hopeless. He couldn't strategize, he couldn't fight, he couldn't lead. The one thing his father wished more than anything was that their country would never go to war. That way, they could keep saying the heir was just a private person who didn't like to flaunt his abilities. 

But now, that wasn't an option. At this point, Li'esco's brain was in full fight of flight mode, and every single part of him was screaming flight! Except even in the heat of the moment, he knew he would have no chance against the nine-foot monster. 

The monster's skin was tinged red and was covered in boils that grew and shifted on the surface of its body. It looked like a body builder but multiplied by ten. Li'esco could spot each one of the muscles and tendons bulging outwards. The thing possessed a countless amount of solid yellow eyes that were packed tightly on the top half of the creature's face. The mouth took up the rest of the face with foam dripping out of its lips and a set of jagged, uneven teeth. And if that wasn't bad enough, while Li'esco had one blade, the creature had twenty in the place where its fingers should've been. 

The handle of Li'esco's sword was covered in sweat to the point where he predicted the weapon would slip right out of his hand in a matter of seconds. The monster swiped a lethal claw down sloppily, no doubt testing whether Li'esco was a worthy opponent or not. It got its answer very quickly. It was a no. Li'esco just barely dodged the blades, surprising even himself, since he accepted that his feet were firmly planted in the ground. Well, even 'dodged' was a generous word. He flung his body to the side, face-planting into the dirt, a blood-curling scream escaping his lips on the way down. 

He scrambled back to his feet because even if he was a useless fighter, he remembered the one lesson that was drilled into him more than anything. Wounds on the front would mean he died fighting. Wounds on the back would mean he died a coward. 

He tried swinging his sword, surprised by the immense weight of it. The weapon slipped from his hand at last on the way to hitting the monster and hit with the flat of the blade. If he thought he had hit rock bottom then this was where he drilled his own way past rock bottom to center earth where the magma of the earth's core was hitting him in the face. This was Li'esco Worgana's ultimate 'oh crap' moment. 

As the monster's claws came down on him once again he didn't even try to move away. He couldn't. In a slow-motion moment, he accepted his death. In an out of body moment, he witnessed himself standing weaponless in front of this monster, eyes open and ready. He imagined his own bloody body sprawled on the gravel.

And then,

he died.

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The Final Battle
There was nothing Li'esco Worgana loved more than being a hero. 

The people of his kingdom often called him Hercules and Li'esco didn't plan on disappointing them anytime soon. Which is exactly how he found himself standing in front of the single most revolting creature he had ever known to exist, tightly gripping the handle of his father's mightiest sword.

In all honestly, Li'esco didn't know how to fight monsters. He had no idea how to skillfully mix hand-eye coordination with agility, precision, and strength to save the all the onlooking peasants his family ruled. What he did know how to mix was luck, reputation, and greed to make people think he was responsible for all the greatness brought to the nation. And because they would be executed otherwise, no one ever questioned him. 

It wasn't like his father didn't try with him. Everyone in their family lineage had been a hero, but no matter the lesson, the instructor, or the weapon, Li'esco was hopeless. He couldn't strategize, he couldn't fight, he couldn't lead. The one thing his father wished more than anything was that their country would never go to war. That way, they could keep saying the heir was just a private person who didn't like to flaunt his abilities. 

But now, that wasn't an option. At this point, Li'esco's brain was in full fight of flight mode, and every single part of him was screaming flight! Except even in the heat of the moment, he knew he would have no chance against the nine-foot monster. 

The monster's skin was tinged red and was covered in boils that grew and shifted on the surface of its body. It looked like a body builder but multiplied by ten. Li'esco could spot each one of the muscles and tendons bulging outwards. The thing possessed a countless amount of solid yellow eyes that were packed tightly on the top half of the creature's face. The mouth took up the rest of the face with foam dripping out of its lips and a set of jagged, uneven teeth. And if that wasn't bad enough, while Li'esco had one blade, the creature had twenty in the place where its fingers should've been. 

The handle of Li'esco's sword was covered in sweat to the point where he predicted the weapon would slip right out of his hand in a matter of seconds. The monster swiped a lethal claw down sloppily, no doubt testing whether Li'esco was a worthy opponent or not. It got its answer very quickly. It was a no. Li'esco just barely dodged the blades, surprising even himself, since he accepted that his feet were firmly planted in the ground. Well, even 'dodged' was a generous word. He flung his body to the side, face-planting into the dirt, a blood-curling scream escaping his lips on the way down. 

He scrambled back to his feet because even if he was a useless fighter, he remembered the one lesson that was drilled into him more than anything. Wounds on the front would mean he died fighting. Wounds on the back would mean he died a coward. 

He tried swinging his sword, surprised by the immense weight of it. The weapon slipped from his hand at last on the way to hitting the monster and hit with the flat of the blade. If he thought he had hit rock bottom then this was where he drilled his own way past rock bottom to center earth where the magma of the earth's core was hitting him in the face. This was Li'esco Worgana's ultimate 'oh crap' moment. 

As the monster's claws came down on him once again he didn't even try to move away. He couldn't. In a slow-motion moment, he accepted his death. In an out of body moment, he witnessed himself standing weaponless in front of this monster, eyes open and ready. He imagined his own bloody body sprawled on the gravel.

And then,
















he died.




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When Reality Fades...

We stood there, on the edge of life. Watching as time and people passed around us. 

There, we witnessed the hustle and bustle of a big city on a weekday morning. We saw dogs barking and car horns blaring. A bell dinged as another busy customer entered a shop for their morning coffee. A man ran from the police with a duffle bag over his shoulder and a can of spray paint staining his right hand. The raspy voice of a busker with an acoustic guitar traveled through the bitter, cold air. 

Human beings in heavy jackets and woolen scarves shouldered past each other without noticing what an image they were painting for stragglers like us. That's what they did, fixate on how other people think of them without ever noticing other people. Everyone lived in survival mode, no different from their animalistic ancestors, gallivanting on a mission to success, to happiness, to fulfillment. 

I thought that life was a lot like being stranded in the middle of the ocean, with only a canoe to hold you up. You have a goal in mind, the tropical island with sandy beaches and vibrant fruits to make your mouth water, but you have no way of telling which direction will get you there. You look to the sky for assistance but realize you don't know how to navigate the stars. You look to the movement under the water but you can't tell where the dolphins are and where the sharks are. You can't stay still so you row on and on and on 

and on

and on.

I supposed it's unfair that even the ones who make it drown some day. But maybe even islanders get bored eventually, finding themselves longing for their days traversing the turbulent waves. 

Here, on the edge of life, we could watch the journey's of endless new faces with the same stories, and pretend we weren't just condemned canoers. 

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When Reality Fades...
We stood there, on the edge of life. Watching as time and people passed around us. 

There, we witnessed the hustle and bustle of a big city on a weekday morning. We saw dogs barking and car horns blaring. A bell dinged as another busy customer entered a shop for their morning coffee. A man ran from the police with a duffle bag over his shoulder and a can of spray paint staining his right hand. The raspy voice of a busker with an acoustic guitar traveled through the bitter, cold air. 

Human beings in heavy jackets and woolen scarves shouldered past each other without noticing what an image they were painting for stragglers like us. That's what they did, fixate on how other people think of them without ever noticing other people. Everyone lived in survival mode, no different from their animalistic ancestors, gallivanting on a mission to success, to happiness, to fulfillment. 

I thought that life was a lot like being stranded in the middle of the ocean, with only a canoe to hold you up. You have a goal in mind, the tropical island with sandy beaches and vibrant fruits to make your mouth water, but you have no way of telling which direction will get you there. You look to the sky for assistance but realize you don't know how to navigate the stars. You look to the movement under the water but you can't tell where the dolphins are and where the sharks are. You can't stay still so you row on and on and on 

and on

and on.

I supposed it's unfair that even the ones who make it drown some day. But maybe even islanders get bored eventually, finding themselves longing for their days traversing the turbulent waves. 

Here, on the edge of life, we could watch the journey's of endless new faces with the same stories, and pretend we weren't just condemned canoers. 

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a lesson

the evil we 

make for ourselves is 

the only evil that can 

hurt us.

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a lesson
the evil we 
make for ourselves is 
the only evil that can 
hurt us.

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The Curse of Intelligence

You'd think it would be fun, wouldn't you? Waking up one day and realizing that not a single person in the whole world is as smart as you are. But it's not. It's not fun because it's not for the day, or the week, it's forever. And forever I will have to live with this power, this burden that I never wanted. That I never asked for. 

And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I'm selfish, that how could I ever possibly see this blessing as a curse. And trust me, I would've thought the same thing if it had been just ten hours ago. But this isn't ten hours ago, this is now. And now I've been faced with something I would have never expected. 

I've been faced with a power. And I don't deserve it.

Someone else should have woken up today and discovered that they were the smartest person in the world because I don't deserve it. A person who knows, not everything, but more than any other human in the world has a duty, a power, a voice. And with this voice, this person should be changing the world. Finding cures, eradicating crises, making outer-space discoveries, and educating others to create a better future generation. I know this, and yet I can't do it. 

Just because I'm smart now, doesn't mean I'm good. Just because I'm smart now doesn't mean I have the answers to the questions that actually matter. Just because I'm smart now doesn't mean I want to do anything. 

If this gift was miraculously given to me out of all the seven billion, four hundred and eighty-six million, five hundred and thirty-four thousand, nine hundred and ninety and counting people in the world then please, please it needs to go to someone else. I didn't even search up that number, it just came to my brain when I needed it to and that should not be happening.

I don't want to save the world. I don't want to look at the people around me and see every little detail in their personal life. I don't want to be overwhelmed with the endless information every time I look anywhere or at anything. I do it and I can't breathe because I can't shut it down, the numbers and facts, they just keep coming and coming and it's making my head hurt and my brain hurt and I know this is a run-on sentence and now it's bugging me and I don't want it to bug me and yesterday it would have been so useful to know on my essay but I didn't know it yesterday, I know it today and I hate it I hate it I hate it. 

And school, I can't go back to school where I know everything I could possibly be taught and I notice every mistake a teacher makes. I won't be able to talk to my friends anymore because I'll just always be, not one, but one hundred steps ahead. I'll hate them for the ignorance that isn't their fault, and they'll hate me for the knowledge that isn't mine. 

I never understood the saying "ignorance is bliss" but now I can't stop thinking about it. Oh, what I would give to live in complete ignorance, in complete bliss, never realizing my thoughts weren't my own and my perceptions were all twisted. I want to watch useless TV shows until it fries my brain, I want to live young and have no worries, I want to be reckless and laugh about it the next day, I want to feel the satisfaction of solving a problem I had wracked my brain on. 

Life is meaningless if there is not more opportunity to be challenged.

In a world that is a chess game, my only path is the path to victory, and yet I don't want the game to end.

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The Curse of Intelligence
You'd think it would be fun, wouldn't you? Waking up one day and realizing that not a single person in the whole world is as smart as you are. But it's not. It's not fun because it's not for the day, or the week, it's forever. And forever I will have to live with this power, this burden that I never wanted. That I never asked for. 

And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I'm selfish, that how could I ever possibly see this blessing as a curse. And trust me, I would've thought the same thing if it had been just ten hours ago. But this isn't ten hours ago, this is now. And now I've been faced with something I would have never expected. 

I've been faced with a power. And I don't deserve it.

Someone else should have woken up today and discovered that they were the smartest person in the world because I don't deserve it. A person who knows, not everything, but more than any other human in the world has a duty, a power, a voice. And with this voice, this person should be changing the world. Finding cures, eradicating crises, making outer-space discoveries, and educating others to create a better future generation. I know this, and yet I can't do it. 

Just because I'm smart now, doesn't mean I'm good. Just because I'm smart now doesn't mean I have the answers to the questions that actually matter. Just because I'm smart now doesn't mean I want to do anything. 

If this gift was miraculously given to me out of all the seven billion, four hundred and eighty-six million, five hundred and thirty-four thousand, nine hundred and ninety and counting people in the world then please, please it needs to go to someone else. I didn't even search up that number, it just came to my brain when I needed it to and that should not be happening.

I don't want to save the world. I don't want to look at the people around me and see every little detail in their personal life. I don't want to be overwhelmed with the endless information every time I look anywhere or at anything. I do it and I can't breathe because I can't shut it down, the numbers and facts, they just keep coming and coming and it's making my head hurt and my brain hurt and I know this is a run-on sentence and now it's bugging me and I don't want it to bug me and yesterday it would have been so useful to know on my essay but I didn't know it yesterday, I know it today and I hate it I hate it I hate it. 

And school, I can't go back to school where I know everything I could possibly be taught and I notice every mistake a teacher makes. I won't be able to talk to my friends anymore because I'll just always be, not one, but one hundred steps ahead. I'll hate them for the ignorance that isn't their fault, and they'll hate me for the knowledge that isn't mine. 

I never understood the saying "ignorance is bliss" but now I can't stop thinking about it. Oh, what I would give to live in complete ignorance, in complete bliss, never realizing my thoughts weren't my own and my perceptions were all twisted. I want to watch useless TV shows until it fries my brain, I want to live young and have no worries, I want to be reckless and laugh about it the next day, I want to feel the satisfaction of solving a problem I had wracked my brain on. 

Life is meaningless if there is not more opportunity to be challenged.

In a world that is a chess game, my only path is the path to victory, and yet I don't want the game to end.
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Breadcrumbs

When bread crumbles, it

Can't be restored.

You can't meld the pieces

Of broken wheat and

Stale gluten

Back into the fluffy and

Carefully kneaded rolls it

Once was. You can try

All you want

To add more yeast, but

The bread won't ever rise again.

But sometimes,

Breadcrumbs,

Are better anyway.

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Breadcrumbs
When bread crumbles, it
Can't be restored.
You can't meld the pieces
Of broken wheat and
Stale gluten
Back into the fluffy and
Carefully kneaded rolls it
Once was. You can try
All you want
To add more yeast, but
The bread won't ever rise again.





But sometimes,
Breadcrumbs,
Are better anyway.
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Appreciation

There's always a way to find something to appreciate.

The whole world could be screwing you over, playing with your emotions, testing you to the brink of your sanity just to see how much you can take until you break. It could push you off the edge and kick you when you're down, but I promise you there is always happiness hidden where you least expect it.

It could be an inside joke you share with your mom, a special curly fry mixed in with your regular fries, or the discovery of an old piece of artwork. Compile the little things that make every day special and suddenly life might not seem so boring anymore.

Kindness spreads but so does sadness and hate and resent. This isn't to say that you're not allowed to complain because you are. You're allowed to be mad and sad and frustrated, but you also must know that these emotions aren't your only options. When one bad thing happens, we tend to add it onto another bad thing that happened which reminds us of yet another bad thing that happened and suddenly we feel overwhelmed with all the bad. But if we learn to see the tiny little good things as collections of good things, suddenly we may come to realize how much good is in the world.

I learned this lesson a few months back when I was at a debate competition. And let me make this clear: I am not good at debate competitions. But my debate teacher had decided I would go and for months I practiced every single day. I wore myself thin just memorizing speeches and researching important topics. I couldn't wait to get to the competition and show off everything that I had learned. 

It was a new experience for me, but when I got there it seemed that I was the only person who was in that situation. Everyone around me had been debating for years and I couldn't help but feel terribly intimidated and like all their smiles must've been fake. 

This wasn't only with the competitors, even the judges certainly didn't seem to like me very much, giving me grades of "very poor" and "needs improvement". I felt like I had failed my debate teacher and every time I went up to share my speeches and debates I was utterly embarrassed by every stutter and stumble. 

I felt down, I was self-conscious, and I didn't know how I was going could continue the competition for two more days.

But then, between rounds, I went to the bathroom. A couple other girls were also in the bathroom, but they had left soon after I entered, leaving just me and the cleaning lady facing each other not head-on but through the mirror. 

I washed my hands and met her eyes in the mirror and she smiled at me, at which point I, of course, smiled back. This is when I thought that it couldn't have been easy, what she did, working at possibly the most prestigious private high school I've ever seen in my life, watching people go by without a moment of appreciation for all the work she did. It must not have been easy to live as if you are a ghost. To see teenagers make terrible messes and not realize how they are suddenly gone within the hour. 

But this didn't show on this janitor's face. She could have so easily been resentful. Towards me and my uniform and tie, looking like the world had gotten me down even though the world had done nothing of the sort. She simply asked me how my day was going in which I gave my automatic, mindless reply of, "Good, how about yours?"

She nodded and told me genuinely that she was doing very well. She wondered out loud what we were all doing here, seeing as we were students who weren't wearing the uniform she was used to seeing. And I explained it to her. 

I told her we were at a debate competition, while simultaneously enjoying the fabulous city it was held in. I explained how there were many different categories in which students from all over the world came and displayed their talents for everyone to watch excitedly. I even told her how much fun I was having being able to speak with people from different walks of earth, from countries I have always wanted to visit, and how exciting it was that we had all gathered together at this incredible event because of something as simple as public speaking. 

She looked to be in awe and she smiled widely the most beautiful smile. She told me how amazing what I was doing was and how fun it must be. She said that this all seemed to be a magnificent opportunity and that she was jealous of us young people. 

And it was this moment that I realized that I had spoken the truth when I spoke and she had been right when she spoke. The opportunity was something I was to treasure and though I made a fool of myself on stage, I was able to watch so many amazing speeches, sight-see in a beautiful town, and step far out of my comfort zone. 

The cleaning lady, though I never knew her name, was the nicest, sweetest, most wholesome person I met at the competition and she didn't let the fact that she was cleaning a high school bathroom get in the way of appreciating life and spreading kindness to others like me. 

Now, whenever I feel sad or lost I remember the janitor friend I had for five minutes in a random high school bathroom and how she was so kind to me. And I tell myself to be that cleaning lady and just smile because there's always something worth smiling about.  

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Appreciation
There's always a way to find something to appreciate.

The whole world could be screwing you over, playing with your emotions, testing you to the brink of your sanity just to see how much you can take until you break. It could push you off the edge and kick you when you're down, but I promise you there is always happiness hidden where you least expect it.

It could be an inside joke you share with your mom, a special curly fry mixed in with your regular fries, or the discovery of an old piece of artwork. Compile the little things that make every day special and suddenly life might not seem so boring anymore.

Kindness spreads but so does sadness and hate and resent. This isn't to say that you're not allowed to complain because you are. You're allowed to be mad and sad and frustrated, but you also must know that these emotions aren't your only options. When one bad thing happens, we tend to add it onto another bad thing that happened which reminds us of yet another bad thing that happened and suddenly we feel overwhelmed with all the bad. But if we learn to see the tiny little good things as collections of good things, suddenly we may come to realize how much good is in the world.

I learned this lesson a few months back when I was at a debate competition. And let me make this clear: I am not good at debate competitions. But my debate teacher had decided I would go and for months I practiced every single day. I wore myself thin just memorizing speeches and researching important topics. I couldn't wait to get to the competition and show off everything that I had learned. 

It was a new experience for me, but when I got there it seemed that I was the only person who was in that situation. Everyone around me had been debating for years and I couldn't help but feel terribly intimidated and like all their smiles must've been fake. 

This wasn't only with the competitors, even the judges certainly didn't seem to like me very much, giving me grades of "very poor" and "needs improvement". I felt like I had failed my debate teacher and every time I went up to share my speeches and debates I was utterly embarrassed by every stutter and stumble. 

I felt down, I was self-conscious, and I didn't know how I was going could continue the competition for two more days.

But then, between rounds, I went to the bathroom. A couple other girls were also in the bathroom, but they had left soon after I entered, leaving just me and the cleaning lady facing each other not head-on but through the mirror. 

I washed my hands and met her eyes in the mirror and she smiled at me, at which point I, of course, smiled back. This is when I thought that it couldn't have been easy, what she did, working at possibly the most prestigious private high school I've ever seen in my life, watching people go by without a moment of appreciation for all the work she did. It must not have been easy to live as if you are a ghost. To see teenagers make terrible messes and not realize how they are suddenly gone within the hour. 

But this didn't show on this janitor's face. She could have so easily been resentful. Towards me and my uniform and tie, looking like the world had gotten me down even though the world had done nothing of the sort. She simply asked me how my day was going in which I gave my automatic, mindless reply of, "Good, how about yours?"

She nodded and told me genuinely that she was doing very well. She wondered out loud what we were all doing here, seeing as we were students who weren't wearing the uniform she was used to seeing. And I explained it to her. 

I told her we were at a debate competition, while simultaneously enjoying the fabulous city it was held in. I explained how there were many different categories in which students from all over the world came and displayed their talents for everyone to watch excitedly. I even told her how much fun I was having being able to speak with people from different walks of earth, from countries I have always wanted to visit, and how exciting it was that we had all gathered together at this incredible event because of something as simple as public speaking. 

She looked to be in awe and she smiled widely the most beautiful smile. She told me how amazing what I was doing was and how fun it must be. She said that this all seemed to be a magnificent opportunity and that she was jealous of us young people. 

And it was this moment that I realized that I had spoken the truth when I spoke and she had been right when she spoke. The opportunity was something I was to treasure and though I made a fool of myself on stage, I was able to watch so many amazing speeches, sight-see in a beautiful town, and step far out of my comfort zone. 

The cleaning lady, though I never knew her name, was the nicest, sweetest, most wholesome person I met at the competition and she didn't let the fact that she was cleaning a high school bathroom get in the way of appreciating life and spreading kindness to others like me. 

Now, whenever I feel sad or lost I remember the janitor friend I had for five minutes in a random high school bathroom and how she was so kind to me. And I tell myself to be that cleaning lady and just smile because there's always something worth smiling about.  
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currents

the world is an ocean

and currents are society;

masking themselves as 

nonturbulent waters, 

luring people in, 

telling them lies about,

who they should be,

and where they belong.

"swim with your eyes closed," they say,

"just a bit closer."

only they know the darkness

that hides in crystal waters.

and when it's too late,

they make their final move.

and people never know 

to swim down,

and not up.

they pull people in.

and at first,

being 'in' is good,

it feels good, feels like

the only thing worth caring about.

but as soon as the spinning stops,

you're just drowning,

and drowning doesn't feel so good

anymore.

you try to escape, try to

fight the grip of the water.

but you're fate had long been decided.

when you swim into the current,

you live there, and

eventually,

you die there.

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currents
the world is an ocean
and currents are society;
masking themselves as 
nonturbulent waters, 
luring people in, 
telling them lies about,
who they should be,
and where they belong.
"swim with your eyes closed," they say,
"just a bit closer."
only they know the darkness
that hides in crystal waters.

and when it's too late,
they make their final move.
and people never know 
to swim down,
and not up.
they pull people in.
and at first,
being 'in' is good,
it feels good, feels like
the only thing worth caring about.

but as soon as the spinning stops,
you're just drowning,
and drowning doesn't feel so good
anymore.
you try to escape, try to
fight the grip of the water.
but you're fate had long been decided.

when you swim into the current,
you live there, and
eventually,
you die there.
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Adventures on the Beach

I have a complicated relationship with the beach.

I have never liked slathering my skin in suntan lotion and sitting under the hot sun while it's at its highest point in the sky. The people at the beach are too loud and they move too fast; and there are far too many of them, all with unnaturally perfect bodies. The water is unpredictable, cold, and not nearly transparent enough. And the sand, my god the sand, it's everywhere, sticking to your skin, taking shelter under your fingernails, in your bag, and on your towel, just to remain there forever.

But sometimes I do love the beach; it was three years ago when I first realized this.

The night had settled, we just finished dinner, and we were laughing. Laughing, laughing, laughing. I don't remember what we were talking about or if anything was funny, but what does it matter? We sat, outside, at a restaurant on the beach.

I left the table with my cousins but as I walked, they were forgotten behind me. I took off my shoes, held them in my hand. I walked across the beach, feet swallowed by the sand with every step. Water hit the shore steadily washing over my bare toes.

I walked farther than I could see. The sounds of waves and the faded sound of an acoustic guitar drowned out the world. I felt small, looking out onto the endless water and endless beach, but at the same time, I felt present and important. It was just me, the waves, the sand, the music, and my thoughts. 

The fresh smell, blown at me by the strong winds of the sea, cannot be even close to replicated. At the end of the beach, it was a cluster of large, jagged rocks. There the water was even more intense and beautiful, especially when it turned white against the rocks. I found a flat slab and climbed my way on top to sit on it with my legs dangling above the crashing waves. 

I looked out and found that I couldn't see where the water ended and the sky began, it was all a black abyss. When travellers used to think the world was flat I suspected that this was what they expected to see. 

There was no distance, but somehow it was all distance.

I was nothing, but I was also everything. 

I thought time ceased to exist. But, of course, that was a mere illusion painted by the beach when it was dark and void of people. I hadn't forgotten about the people, they were just in the distance, where I couldn't hear what they were saying, just see their heads thrown back in laughter.

Eventually, my name was called and I cursed having to return to reality. But I decided that, yes, I loved the beach.

Author's note: Worth mentioning that I wrote this for my mom on her birthday.

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Adventures on the Beach
I have a complicated relationship with the beach.

I have never liked slathering my skin in suntan lotion and sitting under the hot sun while it's at its highest point in the sky. The people at the beach are too loud and they move too fast; and there are far too many of them, all with unnaturally perfect bodies. The water is unpredictable, cold, and not nearly transparent enough. And the sand, my god the sand, it's everywhere, sticking to your skin, taking shelter under your fingernails, in your bag, and on your towel, just to remain there forever.

But sometimes I do love the beach; it was three years ago when I first realized this.

The night had settled, we just finished dinner, and we were laughing. Laughing, laughing, laughing. I don't remember what we were talking about or if anything was funny, but what does it matter? We sat, outside, at a restaurant on the beach.

I left the table with my cousins but as I walked, they were forgotten behind me. I took off my shoes, held them in my hand. I walked across the beach, feet swallowed by the sand with every step. Water hit the shore steadily washing over my bare toes.

I walked farther than I could see. The sounds of waves and the faded sound of an acoustic guitar drowned out the world. I felt small, looking out onto the endless water and endless beach, but at the same time, I felt present and important. It was just me, the waves, the sand, the music, and my thoughts. 

The fresh smell, blown at me by the strong winds of the sea, cannot be even close to replicated. At the end of the beach, it was a cluster of large, jagged rocks. There the water was even more intense and beautiful, especially when it turned white against the rocks. I found a flat slab and climbed my way on top to sit on it with my legs dangling above the crashing waves. 

I looked out and found that I couldn't see where the water ended and the sky began, it was all a black abyss. When travellers used to think the world was flat I suspected that this was what they expected to see. 

There was no distance, but somehow it was all distance.

I was nothing, but I was also everything. 

I thought time ceased to exist. But, of course, that was a mere illusion painted by the beach when it was dark and void of people. I hadn't forgotten about the people, they were just in the distance, where I couldn't hear what they were saying, just see their heads thrown back in laughter.

Eventually, my name was called and I cursed having to return to reality. But I decided that, yes, I loved the beach.

Author's note: Worth mentioning that I wrote this for my mom on her birthday.
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