Everyday I breathe, I feel closer to stumbling upon that universal truth of all men’s existence. I remember a time not that long ago, when I was still living in that duplex apartment in Kentucky. I would wake up at 6:00 in the morning to go to school, which was very early to me. I would go to school and rot my brain away on people’s biased opinions of reality and of myself. I would come home to my mother, whom I would argue with over many more opinions of reality and of myself. I wanted to see what reality was like. I no longer wanted to live in this charade of life that America has so freely granted us. I wanted to see real pain and suffering. I wanted to know real desperation. I wanted to know who I was. I joined the Marine Corps.
The world is much different now. I wake up at a very late 5:30 in the morning and I run as far and as high as my legs can take me. I no longer forced into people’s opinions on how great life is and how great of a person I can be. Now, I am told where life can be improved and where I can improve myself. I find myself no longer arguing with people so much as embracing their ideas and working to expound their ideas further into full bloom of their true nature. I find myself confident in all aspects of my life now. While I haven’t yet seen real pain nor real suffering, and I have felt desperation from time-to-time. I know that there are people out there suffering and that my desperation is nothing compared to theirs.
I still search for the meaning of life. Until I learn this, all I can do is give life, in all forms, my reverent respect.