Welcome to the Ball Pit

Now that my stupid math internal assessment is finally finished and turned in, I actually have time post something on my blog that's been completely bare for at least a day now. I'm tired and sick, and our FCS meeting today has kind of put me off ranting about how much I hate the stupidity of the human race, so I guess I'll just give a sort of rundown on this wonderful blog that you are currently reading.

I'm sure you're at least a tad bit intrigued by the title of this blog (which, by the way, is not a euphemism for something perverted), and I bet half of you losers (probably actually all of you since only Hayleigh, Chandler and possibly Sarah are likely to be reading this post) were expecting something a little more sinister sounding. But if you though that, you would be wrong! Losers... Believe it or not, I actually put a little bit of thought into what I am now calling this stream of consciousness. Despite its obvious childish appearance, the meaning behind it is actually quite far from that.

I expect the pretty picture above distracted all of you away from my incredibly insightful words, so i'm just going to assume you read through the comic. I also assume that you reasonably intelligent folks reading this blog understand what it's talking about and may even be beginning to connect some of the dots yourself. For those less educated people out there, this poem is about growing up. It's not really an age thing as much as it is a maturity thing. Though I guess for must of us teenagers it's a bit of both. That pretty much sums up what I think I might possibly want this blog to maybe be about. I want to take a stab at the self-discovery aspect of growing up. That sounds pretty cliché, now that I think about it, but hopefully it won't turn out that way.

Everyone is constantly in a personal struggles with themselves, despairing over with who they were, failing to discover who they are, or desperately trying to determine who they want to be. We waste so much time and energy trying to find the perfect answers to these seemingly simple problems, that we often get that really the only way we can do that is to just get on with our lives. We certainly can't change the past (and would we really want to even if we could?), who we are is who we are and there's nothing we can do about it, so really the only thing we should be concerning ourselves with is who we want to (not to be confused with what we want to be, as it often is). I think the most important thing about each and every one of us is who we aspire to be , and I think that reveals a lot more about a person than anything else. Everyone's made mistakes, everyone is making them, and everyone is going to continue making them forever. As it is, we're certainly only human. All that can be expected of someone is that they do their best. Life, after all, isn't a race, it's more like a series of time trials. We keep finding ourselves back at square one, hoping to do a little better the next time around. The only person we're competing with is ourselves, our own expectations, and our own goals. Deep down everyone knows what they truly want, and as long as they respect themselves for it, then they should be just alright.

Wow... that actually has nothing to do with what I wanted to talk about (love, god, friends, grass, you know, the big stuff). I guess all that stuff will just have to wait until next time.

~OA out...