LIFE

Life is a problem. People around me having their lives jacked up, people in my life messing it up, even if they never mean me any harm or pain. Life is „the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.” Or another way of saying that is „the existence of an individual human being or animal.” Either way, it’s your existence.

Life is everything that happens dealing with a sole person’s existence. Well, in life, drama can’t die. In my little world, I obliterate it. But other than that, life and all its inner workings are here to stay. What I have come to realize in my fourteen years of life is the definitions above aren’t so. Life is a complicated network of millions of details, and other existences morphing into a life you stake as your own. Only it’s not specifically yours. Everyone else manages to get involved.

People hurt your feelings. They break your heart. Make a gesture. Say something. Anything in the world and it throws your world off kilter. And what’s even better, half the time they don’t even know it. They do it assuming either you don’t see or you just don’t care. Then if you saw anything about it, they don’t get it half the time. No, they play it off. But that’s not right. Own up to what you did. Don’t play stupid.