This seems to be the last of all the posts. As this blog draws to an end so does high school. High school has been both a torturous hell and a blissful heaven. I think I can speak for everyone that no one likes doing tests, assignments, all of new difficulty. Oh, and the endless teenage drama that seems relatively significant, like the way someone who you do not enjoy anyways "gave you a funny luck" is the destruction of all your walls. High School is just a funny thing. The way we at the mere age of sixteen are seriously thinking of where to go in life and who we are going to be. I could never wrap my head around that. I felt too unprepared like I had listened all those years in school and absorbed nothing. I get that all the teachers reassure you that everything works out the way it is but even that is a false guarantee and idea to put into our minds. High School had freedom, but not enough. Like holding a bird on a leash, still bombarded and hovered but can get some airtime. I mean High School is great, the way it is filled with first heartaches, new people who either tear you down or push you forward in a horrible process of trial and error trying to discover which they are. Of course, how could I ever forget the lovely concept of peer pressure. The way your peers forcefully shame you or make you feel different if you do not do the same things or think the way they do. ( ie. drugs are good, drink alcohol every weekend at parties- hey even under a bridge!, you need to look this certain way, don't talk to them because they don't think the same way I do) I think the sadness that becomes of being shaken by not knowing your identity and who you are is on the top ten list of the most horrible feelings ever. We go to school forced to choose a "sensible" career and decide who we are when we have barely had a chance to realize it for ourselves.
Don't get me wrong though. I absolutely am in love with school. High School was THE opportunity to sort things out whether it be yourself, your friendships, ideals, or principles. You go in afraid to lose your friends but end up realizing that people inevitably change. High School is meant to change, so we can all try to discover who we truly are and sometimes our paths don't cross with our friends. So we keep our memories but we find ourselves walking away. High School also offers a lot of tests for morals. Do I do drugs? Do I drink underage? Do I make fun of this girl because all of my new friends are? By your actions, what you do and how you interact with other people is a mirror to yourself. You are what you do and say. You are everything you create in the world. This includes the words you bring to life, the horrors for some, and the actions you bless and reign on others. High School is lovely as well because you really do get to try all sorts of things. It's the time where you get to learn to drive, take classes you choose, do sports, and join clubs. High School is the best and worst days of your lives, but I think because of all the bad days you learn to appreciate the good ones more. High School does that to you. When you meet new people and experience more and just overall grow up- well you get a grander perspective. You can understand more.
Well since this is my last blog post I need to wrap it up. I guess my initial idea for having a blog that touched on both the good and evil on numerous topics was just to talk about how everything has its own sense of balance. You can not have something just be good and something all be bad. A murderer was once a little boy with big dreams and maybe had a bad background. An ice-cream cone can be a refreshing treat or a messy burden and disgusting to the lactose. Death is the deepest of lessons and the world's horrific cruelties. So we continue on in this cycle. We endure in order to be granted with the pleasures, the good moments, life's gifts. There is only good because there is something worse to compare to it. We need both sides of the scale or one would weigh in too deep. I think I want people to appreciate the darkness as much as the light. Hades always had the burden of taking on the image of the bad guy but someone had to take the dead and tortured to punish for you.
The stillness of the silent night is surreal, and unpleasing.
But you see it, you see the stars the way they pour out through the black back drop.
The white light twinkles far, unattainable, teasing.
The way the sun kisses the horizon good morning and good night never ceases to stop.
Take a lap around the circle and learn something new each time around,
This is the cycle that we endure and found.
Han Van
Menacing Money
Tuesday 14 May 2013
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As graduation draws near what seems to be a common occurrence among the graduates is empty and sad wallets and bank accounts. Money is such a weird thing, idea, substance, and object. Physically it is a piece of paper plastered with important people with a value on it. Emotionally people die for it, surrender their lives, and desire more and more of it. The thing that is the most bothersome about money however is that it is not the same if I took a piece of paper and plastered an important person on it myself. Money is similar to modern art, or art in general- the value is in the appreciation and what the people make it to be. Money however cannot be considered in the same category as art. Money is a silent beast yet a savior. The con about money is it evidently causes greed. People want more because our whole society believes if you have more you are better, and you'll be happier- which is true in some ways. It is true in a sense that if you have money to buy food as oppose to starving then money does make you happier. However, because everyone is in this race against time to make money to be able to spend it to be happier by wasting their times with shady business or horrible jobs that they hate, they miss out on their life and are miserable anyways. Money also categorizes the people. The rich are more superior in an economic sense and the poor are the lowest of the low, literally sitting on the bottom of the streets. What I don't understand is how some people can automatically have more because of these paper bills while others have so little because of what they are born into or where they are from. I am almost tempted to say that the world should make it to be like some virtual game site like Neopets where you sign up and make a pet and get a bonus 10 000 neopoints just for making the darn thing. Oh, I suppose that would just lead to everyone wanting to have babies to get money and lead to overpopulation and lack of our limited resources even more- again, the greed.
But, don't get me wrong there is a bright side to money- there has to be because we still live and breathe under its command. As sick and chaotic as it is it also is a system that creates peace and adds fairness to exchange. Before the values were in livestock and items but now it has been replaced by small, accessible, and simple pieces of paper that allow for us to take and give. Having a standard money system allows for everyone to value everything the same, no one can say the 20 dollar bill is worth 20 dollars and another say it is worth 100, it doesn't work that way. It also is an organized system, I give you the money and you give me the item or service that I desire. I also feel as if these flimsy pieces of paper are much more, they have a sense of hope in them. I feel like if you try to imagine yourself 200 years before trying to exchange livestock only to have the cow you just got die within a week leaving you empty handed with nothing else to exchange but your life for death the piece of paper doesn't seem so bad. Money flies all around in our world. You can if you honestly look hard and long will be able to find a lot of money in the streets and on the ground. Money is like its own entity that feels immortal. Also money just works for us, and our society. It works with the way we learn math and count, it works in the way that we fairly exchange and it works in a way that us humans feel desires to have things and to hold them and be comforted by them.
All in all, money is quite horrible in the way it can be a deciding factor to your future and the way you progress through life but the reason why we hold it so dear is because it is so important. Money is something that has worked and has always worked and this is why we are so forever bounded to it because it feels like on of the constants in our worlds. It's something we can be sure of, or what we think we can be so we continue to stay bounded.
Han Van
But, don't get me wrong there is a bright side to money- there has to be because we still live and breathe under its command. As sick and chaotic as it is it also is a system that creates peace and adds fairness to exchange. Before the values were in livestock and items but now it has been replaced by small, accessible, and simple pieces of paper that allow for us to take and give. Having a standard money system allows for everyone to value everything the same, no one can say the 20 dollar bill is worth 20 dollars and another say it is worth 100, it doesn't work that way. It also is an organized system, I give you the money and you give me the item or service that I desire. I also feel as if these flimsy pieces of paper are much more, they have a sense of hope in them. I feel like if you try to imagine yourself 200 years before trying to exchange livestock only to have the cow you just got die within a week leaving you empty handed with nothing else to exchange but your life for death the piece of paper doesn't seem so bad. Money flies all around in our world. You can if you honestly look hard and long will be able to find a lot of money in the streets and on the ground. Money is like its own entity that feels immortal. Also money just works for us, and our society. It works with the way we learn math and count, it works in the way that we fairly exchange and it works in a way that us humans feel desires to have things and to hold them and be comforted by them.
All in all, money is quite horrible in the way it can be a deciding factor to your future and the way you progress through life but the reason why we hold it so dear is because it is so important. Money is something that has worked and has always worked and this is why we are so forever bounded to it because it feels like on of the constants in our worlds. It's something we can be sure of, or what we think we can be so we continue to stay bounded.
Han Van
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