I was tired and it was late, well at least too late to just be getting done with what seemed like a very long day of school. My steps were slow and not decided. The pavement at my feet my only marker of where I was headed. A tiny breeze blew and there was hardly a cloud in the sky as the sun made the evening color dance across it. The backpack rubbing against my spine was a constant reminder of the many papers and books that seemed to chain me to a non-social existence.
I was so involved with my cares that I barely noticed the music starting to play. It sounded distant, but the song was easily recognizable. My pace slowed as I came upon some other lingering students. They were motionless. All of them statues, facing north towards something that I could not see. They reverently had their hands placed on their hearts. I followed their lead, still quite confused as to what we were staring at. As I stood there I watched the students’ faces that were around me. A lot of them looked like they were in a state of deep pondering.
I was so used to the hustle that happened everyday, that this moment was a welcome break from the norm. We run around on auto-pilot so often that we forget to live. As students it is like we only have two settings; sleep and study. We are alive, yet to we live. We take everyday of this existence for granted. I realized this as I stared at the flag and suddenly thought back on my life living in this beautiful country with its freedoms and opportunities like the that of an education. I made a mental goal right then to try to LIVE everyday.
1 comment:
Very thoughtful piece. Full credit earned.
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