This week one of my classmates at West Holmes passed away. I didnt know him all that well, and Im not sure if Ive ever met him before, but, to be honest, it was still one of the strangest feelings to experience ..Something so shocking, and so incredibly difficult to wrap my brain around.
An 18 year old boy, at my school, around my age, passed away. Gone, I thought to myself it wasnt right for such a young kid to die, it makes no sense. That thought could go on for an eternity though if I tried to pursue it.
But everything was very still at my school the next day, almost eerily quiet, I guess I expected that to happen, its a big deal for our school when someone in it passes, especially at such a young age
I couldnt even imagine the pain that his family and friends feel; I can only know that if I was in that situation, I would be devastated, loosing someone is never easy.
Loosing young life, well, thats even harder to deal with .
It was an accident, but still so tragic, so sad. For both people involved and with only one coming out alive its even more tragic. For the one still alive, well I hope someday he can find peace with himself, because I couldnt even imagine being in that position, I suppose thats why we go to a higher place for our problems . Only he can really figure out something this big, something so beyond our capacities.
Anyway ..
The past week at my school, has been tough for many teachers, parents, and students. Understandably.
Like I said earlier, I really didnt know the boy very well, but I did learn something from this, and I believe that many of my peers did too. Life is precious.
Precious, as in, you never know when something could happen, good or bad for that matter. So, my thoughts this week? Live the most beautiful life while you can.
Be happy, be courageous, and be the best you can be. Because in this crazy beautiful life, the only thing left behind are memories, good, bad, sad, and happy. All memories.
Its hard to understand how quickly life can come to an end, and its sort of creepy. So many people have aspirations before they die, as do I. I want to graduate high school, go to college, get my degree in journalism, get married, and have kids. I want to live my life; I want to explore everything I ever could imagine. I want to be happy. I want to live my life knowing Im satisfied.
And its kind of terrible to think that the 18 year boy who lost his life might have had some of the exact same dreams; Im not sure who he was exactly, like I said. I didnt know him personally, and I didnt know his interests. But I can almost guarantee that he had aspirations, dreams, and goals.
Everyone does.
And I think living a happy life, a truly happy life, is reaching those goals, and doing what YOU want for yourself and the others around you. Granted those goals might change as you get older, but they are still goals. They are still dreams to pursue, and isnt that the purpose of living? Following what you want to do, and doing it? I wouldnt be sitting here writing this if I didnt feel that I loved it, but Im glad I took the opportunity. Because this is a goal in my life, writing.
I dont think Ill ever understand why these things happen to such young kids, but I hope people, for the sake of themselves, realize that life is beautiful, sometimes entirely too short, but so incredible.
Through all the crazy times, the bad times, and the good times, I hope people remember to be happy. Take a break, relax, and be grateful for living this crazy, beautiful life.
Sure Im 17 so what exactly do I know about life? Well not a whole lot, but I think I may just be write.
