I’m old. I mean, on May 12th I graduated college, which means I must be old, right? And being old in turn makes me wise. That’s just the way it is. I don’t make the rules.
No, but seriously. Nineteen years came and went, and I know that I learned so many life lessons along the way. So, I wanted to share those lessons with you now. These won’t be things I learned in class, though. These are the lessons I learned during the moments in between. In my time with friends and teachers. Some of these will be inside jokes, but most of them are applicable to all.
So here it is. What I learned throughout nineteen years of school:
Do you know what the most important point in a book is? Spoiler: It’s the climax. Do you know the most important thing to be able to write as an author? Double spoiler: Also the climax. Do you know what I absolutely drop the ball at every time? Triple-dog spoiler: The Climax.
You know how, when you’re little, you hear somebody say something once and, no matter how incredibly wrong that thing is, you believed it wholeheartedly? For example, when I was in the fourth grade, one of my friends “informed” me that babies were made by the mommy and daddy running around their bed naked. Yeah. And for literal years I honestly thought that was how babies were made. Even when I was old enough to think, “Huh, that doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense,” I couldn’t be convinced otherwise… Well, until one fateful day in health class when they showed us a video chronicling the life of a baby from conception to birth. That… changed things. *shudder*
This morning, I was on Facebook and stumbled upon an article titled “7 Strange Questions That Help You Find Your Life Purpose”. It was an interesting article, with interesting points, but the “strange question” that really caught my attention was: What makes you forget to eat and poop? I know, it’s weird to think about, but it totally clicked with me as I was reading what the author of the article had to say about it. He says that, when he was younger, he used to play video games for hours upon hours, and that now he realizes that he didn’t have a passion for the games themselves, but for improvement. Making himself better.