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One. Two. Three. Four... That seems to be all that has made sense these last few months. Counting. And even at the deepest layer of that simple idea, things begin to fall apart, and in an inconstructional allegory of notions, one might hold to the only belief left to hold on to: That Nothing Really Exists. To what then, might people able to conclude in such a belief? Is night, night? And day, day? Or is it the contemplations and views we associate with the speculations that holds validity to the observable? I know this is not making sense, and nor do I expect it to. There is much to be gained by the observable, so stand back and scrutinize. Take a moment, the world will always be spinning. But only if you know it is.It does seem a bit existential, but it has lessened currently by the most unlikely of situations. A movie really got me thinking. And it was no movie like Heart In Atlantis, Tru Confessions, or anything of that sort. A much more simple of movie, Bee Movie. I know it sounds odd, believe me, if this were someone else's About Me, I would truly begin to not take interest in me. At the introduction to the movie, however, a quote is made that is truly fascinating, and though I do not remember it exactly, this is approximately what it was:"Bees go against every law of aviation. They are too fat and their wings are too small to accompany their flying. But still they go on flying, each and everyday. You know why? Because a bee does not care what human believes is impossible."Just consider the thought.The goals we make and the events that go on in our everyday life are glorious. We take for granite the very existence of us as humans. You could have been a grasshopper, a duck, or even pigmy shrew. But you are not, you are human. And despite the countless benefits you have over trillions and trillions of animals and parasites and whathaveyou, you still find a way to cast it all aside to see the flaws in your everyday life. Hoping that perhaps a ray of hopeful light may fix all your problems, knowing all the while that this will not happen. Your problems are your problems and you must take action not only to help yourself, but to help others. Maybe then the world will relaize that yes, your problems are your problems--but you do not have to be in on it alone.So whether you are of religion, atheism, poltics, anarchy, or anything at all, the only way you will ever achieve a sense of mental euphoria is to accept the inevitability, but change all you can question."The trick to the world is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."Do not let others decide on your part, do not allow how you were raised or how those around you fell to govern your notions in any way at all. My father is a preacher, but I am of no religion. I am part of American Legion and was a member of Evergreen Boy's State, but I now despise this country. The more you are willing to understand something. The more apparent it becomes.We, as a society, have surpassed the extent of human intellectuality. We know all that goes on in our thoughts to the most subatomic state. We know the hormones triggered by hormones released when women are stressed that tell a male to act upon the item which has caused the trigger in the women, we know why a certain type of person will involuntarily supress an issue, we know what dreams are, what hope is, and even what love is.The only mystery left is the mere question of existing. What does it mean to exist? Our electrons that make up our atoms and even the atoms themselves appear in and out of existence simultaneously.The world is full of opportunities, to which I have made countless goals and am prepared to fulfill everyone. You really can do anything if you really want to. The great minds of the past were just mere humans. Just like you and me. So do not let the oppressing world and societal boundaries determine your life. Strive for achieving. Be known. Be sought after. Be followed. Be admired. Be though-provoking. Be awe-inspiring. Be thankful. Write a poem. Plant a tree. Learn a language. Join a group. Change another's life.And maybe for once in your life, change your own.A world is waiting for you.Lately I have been too thoughtful. Doubtful it matters, no one reads anything I might write here. This is the place anyone could write about committing a murder, about sexual fantasies, and what they really feel and think. But by the time you would have read this, if one was to be serious, there would be broken hearts, mistrust, and bodies; so as someone actually takes the time to try to write up something clever here, take the few moments in return to read it over. Let us be serious here, you are probably going to be sitting on myspace for quite some time, doing absolutely nothing. Filling out surveys that no one is going to read, figuring out how to add and change words because you feel it is cute, and trying to look for that right pose. I find it all in vain. I know I am not a great looking kid, and I do not want random people I do not know to think I am. Sure I have pictures that might of turned out better than others, yet that is quite unjust to how one would really see me (not to mention I do not take my own pictures ever). This month has been confusing for me, maybe I have been involved too much in everything, maybe I still dwell on the past, and maybe I have just been listening to a bit too much Air Supply. All the same, give some though. Be contemplative. Six billion people, do you really just want to be another number? Do you want to be like everyone else and wake up as late as you can for school, hate the things which society has taught you to hate and love those it has taught you to love? Do you want to be the person that spends most of the day on messenger when instead they could be writing a poem helping out the community? Do you wake up and ask yourself if you can make a difference today? There are questions like this that distinguish us from others. Unlimited responses there are, but at least eighty-five percent will give the same one. So be different, let tomorrow be the day you where an ascot to school. Who cares what people think, those that will know you for the rest of your life do not care, and for the rest, it is pointless to care yourself. I know I will never look back on my life, because I know there is nothing after this world, but in no way does this halt my strong and superb need to make a difference, to bring care, and to hopefully be a legacy. Change your thought to benefit yourself. People get the wrong notion about me; people believe I walk a lot because I love walking or that I have so much homework because I love homework. This is not the case at all, I have taught myself to enjoy walking because I had no decision in having to do it so oftenly, and I tell myself that homework is easy so I can get through all the hours of it I have during my diarnul course. I hope some of you can what day make sense of all of this, for I am trying me best, and I have not gotten very far. Give me any equation, and I can solve it. But this is beyond me.