Sentiments of High School Graduate

As I walk upon this ledge of uncertainty, this ledge of unharnessed emotion and  mercurial sentimentality my body teeters with angst, i shut my eyes and picture myself floating through the holy trenches of the oblivion, where the answers to life's mysteries lie flat upon the faces of people who were too proud to allow their existences reveal their true meaning, people who eluded the reality of the world with dissolute self-serving protest, and decadent impulsiveness. I look at my reflection in the waters of Siddhartha's celestial river and begin to observe a transformation before me, a somatic metamorphosis that leaves me shaking with thrill, fear, a feverishness of apprehension and a frenzied yearning to feel the essence of living, of breathing, of hurting, of happiness, and of ceaseless learning.  Everyday I live through little fragments of moments that for some reason either amuse me, inspire me, destroy me, move me, or make me. These moments may seem ephemeral, but they are everlasting within the core of our souls. They sometimes swindle you subconsciously, often create heartache and inhibition, but can always serve as an internal telescope that holds the power to unearth the most beautiful and magnificent opportunities. Opportunities that can only be seen by those who dare to dream beyond the white picket fences and hackneyed school textbooks. Overwrought with cynicism, restless in contemplation, and unyielding in nature I am a banana fish, unable to retract myself from my unwitting constitution. I have only to think of the present as a place of all-incorporate phenomenon. It is in the present in which we have most control, where the entrance to the world in which we have been believing in for so many years seems so promising, yet can sometimes feel scary and arduous. The present is a gift. It bestows upon us the truth that were-for so long, afraid to articulate. It is a passage of self-conviction, a    prelude to the perpetual voyage of the creation of your being.