An 18-year-old boy, at my school, around my age, passed away. Gone. I thought to myself it wasnít 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, itís a big deal for our school when someone in it passes, especially at such a young ageÖ
I couldnít 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, losing someone is never easy.
Losing young life, well, thatís even harder to deal withÖ
It was an accident, but still so tragic, so sad. For both people involved and with only one coming out alive, itís even more tragic. For the one still alive, well I hope someday he can find peace with himself, because I couldnít even imagine being in that position, I suppose thatís why we go to a higher place for our problemsÖ Only He can really figure out something this big, something so beyond our capacities.
The past week at my school has been tough for many teachers, parents, and students. Understandably.
Like I said earlier, I really didnít 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.
Itís hard to understand how quickly life can come to an end, and itís 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 Iím satisfied.
And itís kind of terrible to think that the 18-year-boy who lost his life might have had some of the exact same dreams; Iím not sure who he was exactly, like I said. I didnít know him personally, and I didnít know his interests. But I can almost guarantee that he had aspirations, dreams, and goals.
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 isnít that the purpose of living? Following what you want to do, and doing it? I wouldnít be sitting here writing this if I didnít feel that I loved it, but Iím glad I took the opportunity. Because this is a goal in my life, writing.
I donít think Iíll 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, Iím 17, so what exactly do I know about life? Well, not a whole lot, but I think I may just be write.
Published: February 20, 2012