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I was walking to math class the other day. Well, more like rushing since there was a big test coming up and I didn't want to be late; the teachers seem to pounce on every opportunity to teach time management. And suddenly something dawned on me as I was looking around at everyone. At all of the kids that make up my high school; at all of the girls that sell their souls away out of curiosity and peer pressure; at the tall, lanky boys that secretly enjoyed playing Runescape but would never admit it; at the dictating teachers that pried away couples in the middle of reunion from their oh-so traumatic break-up two days ago; overall at life, when I realized that we all led a very boring, mainstream life. Now, I know there are some that claim to be living their teenage years in pure autonomy but when you actually looked into it, they're just as bored of it. What really dawned on me is that I have no purpose, no reason for living.
Okay, so by this point you are probably clicking that little red "x" at the right hand corner (or left for all you lucky Macers out there) and thinking to yourselves, 'Not another melodramatic teenager.' Now, I'm not dismissing all teenagers out there as "melodramatic", but I am saying that most of us are. My mom says it's something to do with hormones, I say it's the fact that French and/or Spanish for you Americans, is an obligatory course in grade 9. So here I was, standing in the overcrowded hallway with my duck taped binder (it had broken midway through the semester) thinking about my life. I hadn't done anything worth mentioning in the past. Sure I went down Black Diamond on my third day of skiing and sure I learned how to waltz but really, there was nothing outstanding. And to make matters worse, I went home only to be told that a guy in Quebec got into the government and that he was the youngest (19) to ever get in. Oh yes, people have been achieving much grander things than eating a whole pizza in one sitting - and even so, I cheated by giving my brother two pieces.
Why wasn't I getting anywhere? Those were the things I was thinking about throughout the whole math test on slope and y-intercept. I didn't care about finding the equation of a line; I was on a high from my new-found revelation! And so there I was, glancing into space and wondering whether I was going to get anywhere in life, whether I was going to be a successful person at the end of this whole journey, whether I would reach a finish line of some sort and be happy with what I had accomplished throughout the whole race. I was 14 - almost 15 - and I had average grades in the 85-95 percentile range. I wasn't very pretty so living off of another person's pay check was out of the question, haha. And I wasn't very funny nor very compassionate. I was average from all aspects.
But then I realized another thing. Was I happy? Yeah, I was! This sentence kept ringing through my head. I was happy! I did have an amazing family and amazing friends that made me laugh until I - no joke - nearly peed myself. I was in a country of pure democracy with rights and barely any racial judgment. I did like my classes and my teachers, I was and am happy! I am pretty to an extent. I'm no Megan Fox but I'm no Quasimodo either. I even tutor some of my friends with their courses! Overall, I wasn't leading a "bad" life at all! In fact, quite the opposite; it was exceptionally amazing!
There I was sitting at my wooden desk with a pristine spark in my eye, finally content.
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