Context: I sing in choir at school and every year we go to District Choir Festival to get judged. Enjoy!
Today we go to choir festival to get our art judged. What a world we live in where art can be given a number. I woke up at 6:00, earlier than I've been awake in about a year. It's a strange feeling to wake up during the night. I sat at the way back of the bus in the center right above the axel of the back wheels in a way such that I am the axis that the bus turns on. It is nothing that I would have ever thought about but it is incredible. I see this massive tube before me lumbering it's way through even the slightest turn. Outside the sun is rising and with this turn I see the entire spectrum circling around me. Watching all the people turn in front of me, The careful ascent of the sun casting a soft reddish orange glow on to the horizon. I realize all too suddenly that this is what it should be about. You are not what grades you get, what college you go to, what job you get, what success you have. You are this moment. These few perfect moments that only happen every second of the day. Gone before you realize they are there. I look up from my phone, where I'm writing furiously to see that the silent assassin of the sun has snuck up on me and the horizon is a pale, blinding gray. That moment will never return. This doesn't bother me though because as I hurtle down the highway I see a single house, standing proudly against my gray horizon. Silhouetted carefully by a blackened evergreen forest. Thank you, little red house. You gave me another moment.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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That's probably my favorite thing that you've written! I know I already said this all before, but I still wanted to comment about it >_> It just really made me think about stuff. Those really are the moments we live and don't really think about them. And then today I thought about how its just one loooooong line how I said there is never a tomorrow and all. And too much stuff happens that no one really pays much attention to because we take things like that for granted. When I went to festival I tried to see if there would be a sunrise like that but either there wasnt or i missed it and it made me feel sorta sad but it's okay, cause I saw a better one later. you know what, you didnt need an essay about this oh I'm so pathetic, but its okay! good job is all I wanted to say.
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