LIFE IS...

Life is august and indelible.  It is a beautiful thing that means something different to each and every person. Basically, life is the luck of the draw.  Some people are set up to live fabulous lives which are completely planned by others for them.  These lives are indulgent.  Whenever the people whose lives are planned out for them protest, they are quelled by those who have planned their lives or them.  The people who have quelling people in their lives have no tangible life because their lives are always being controlled by others.  Our lives are a platitude for everyone in the world.  We can always connect that way no matter what county we are from or what language we speak.  Those things are irrelevant when we are talking about life.  Life is inveterate.  Well, life has always been around and I mean that connecting through the lives we live has been established for thousands of years.  
Unfortunately, some people think that life is and acrid thing.  They hate it, which isn't good.  Life is supposed to be something that doesn't cause compunction.  It is supposed to be something that you enjoy, not something that makes you calloused.  Life also is not something that you can quiescent in all the time.  If you want to have a good life, your dream life, then you have to work hard at it.  
Lives that are most clandestine are the lives that are sometimes the most important.  It is not always the lives that are trenchant that are worth the most.  I mean yeah, hundreds maybe thousands of people know who they are and love them, but that doesn't mean that they are doing the right thing with their lives or doing something with them at all.  Often, the tacit lives or people are the ones that we need to be elated about meeting because their lives are worth so much more than we really think they are.  Let me give you an example.  If some conflagration suddenly came through America and we lost all access to entertainment, we could live without it.  We did for years.  I am not talking about like fun stuff, like jokes and board games and just playing in the yard.  I am talking about TV, movies, computers, iPods, iPhones, Androids, cell phones in general.  We lived without these things for hundreds of years, so do we really need them? Do our lives depend on them like we act like they do?  Really, people, we can abjure these things and really ruminate about what our lives really mean to us.  

So I’ve successfully used all twenty vocab words J Yay!!! Now I have to  decide what to write about to get my last one hundred forty five words! (see, I just used five right there!! 133 to go!!)
I would love to give some inspirational last paragraph conclusion thing about the meaning of Life at the end of this paper.  Life is really special it’s a once-in-a-lifetime deal that can never be replicated or faked.  Life is something pure and joyful (at least I really hope it is for most people because if it’s not that’s really sad and depressing).  Life should be something hat you should be proud of.  I mean your life is yours no matter what and you should be proud to call it yours.
Life is your story.  You are the author and no one else can write your story for you.  Life is the ultimate story, the epic novel, the dream fairytale.  Life is whatever you want it to be and no one else can change that.

Song: Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

 

DEATH IS...

Death is something that usually alludes to something dark and cold, not something that is always placidly talked about.  Most people fear death because it is the conclusive thing of our lives.  Almost everyone wants to die with integrity.  Pretty much everyone who wants to die with integrity want to know how they die.  We unfortunately don't have Edward Bloom's advantage of being able to see how we die through a clairvoyant eye of a witch who lives in the middle of a swamp in rural Alabama.  Death is something that I fear. Not just for me, but for the people who I  will leave behind.  If I die today, how will my family take it? How will my friends take it? My teachers? My coaches?  My school?  How will I affect people when I finally go?  Will I have an exemplar y reputation or will I have a disreputable one? Those questions can't be answered until I'm gone and the people I leave behind me will have to answer them for me.  Death doesn't have to be about a person.  Death can be about a relationship or an athletic event.  Those kinds of deaths or any death at all can be potent and change your life for better or for worse.
Death is superficial. It can mean so much more than we talk it up to be.  Sure, it's the end of a life, but its also a beginning.  Death is merely the last stop on the itinerary of life.  It's the last stop on your trip abroad your last stop in Tuscany.  The celebration of death is an endemic to the Native Americans and many other cultures  The Native Americans believe that death is the passing on into the spirit world and you become a force of nature, a spirit of nature.They celebrate the passing into the spirit world because they believe that the spirits are still around, just not physically there.
Death is something that protrudes in our minds everyday.  We may not realize it, and we all don't think the same way, but we all either consciously or unconsciously think about death everyday.  Maybe that's why we have such a fear of death.  Especially when someone close to us dies, the person who tells us tries to put us down gently.  They gives us a pretext for their death and then tell us kindly, gently in their most soothing voice to try and ease our pain.  They think that our lives will be stark and unhappy now that this tragedy has occurred, but death is something that we can never truly fathom.  Death is something that is often misconstrued or it can be something that is placating.  It can be comforting to know that person is finally out of their pain, but it can be hard to bear the death of someone close to you.  
Okay so I have like a hundred hundred ten words to go and like three vocab words to go too.  So um yeah.  Maybe I should try and write like Neumann?  Like getting away with plagiarism or something?  I could try that.  Here we go:
So....um....I'm like supposed to be writing this blog post about Death.  This assignment is called Epic Blogging....and Bubbles. 
Not getting the bubbles part but that's okay, ya know?
so here Neumann would probably say something incredibly creative and funny with an explicit or two, but I'm just not feeling it, ya know man? Now to continue my Neumannicish essay thingy. 
So yeah whenever I think of death, I always think of these two dudes.
And these two dudes are in the hospital one's lying in the bed and the other guy is sitting in one of those really uncomfortable white plastic lawn chairs that have like the lattice work and stuff on it.
The guy in the bed is older, mid-fifties early sixties maybe. 
The guy in the chair is younger, possibly his son, nephew? Anyway he's about that age which would be I don't know twenties? Thirties?


Okay so now I'm up to like 670 words so I'm good.  Basically death can be guile or it can be gentle.  It really depends on your perspective.

Song:  If I Die Young by The Band Perry

TRUTH IS...

Truth can be many things.  It can be blithe and innocent, or it can be contentious or insuperable.  Truth can be the end of some one.  The lamentable end of their reputation or of their lives.  In ancient times, people who knew the truth about wastrel rulers could be executed for their knowledge or stripped of their lands and titles. Truth can also be a lie.  People can claim that what they say is the truth, but in reality it can be a lie.  Unfortunately, people usually take that lie to be the truth.  Often, this is how rumors get started.  People who are garrulous often tweak the story a little bit every time they tell it.  Some do it unconsciously, but others do it on purpose.  This is where the truth becomes a problem.  If the truth isn't actually the truth, then is it really the truth?  Truth is a vanguard, not a murderer.  Truth is something that should be an item that is coveted and sonorous.  The truth should be wanted by all and people should be amazed when the finally get or know the truth.  Professing the truth once you have it or know it is probably the hardest part of truth.  A perfect example of this is politicians.  How do we know that they are telling the truth?  How do we know that they know the truth but they don't want to share it with the public because they will be out of office or because it will scare the people who are practically writing their paychecks?  Who knows, maybe liar and cheater are misnomers for politicians.  Maybe they're actually telling the truth about everything.  It's an alluring idea to think that our leaders are all liars and deserve retribution  because it's fun to think like that and it gives us a reason to hate our leaders.  Truth is..... I don't know what truth is at this point.  I feel like I've already covered everything that truth is.  At least what I think it is.  Sometimes I feel that you can make the truth a sinuous thing and make it bend whichever way you want to favor your story or your life.  Truth is the basis of all relationships.  You either trust a person or you don't.  I've had problems with my parents trusting me over the years.  The most recent time was in sixth grade.  It actually happened in April of sixth grade.  I snuck behind my parents' back and I created an email account, a Facebook account and a Twitter account.  I have since deleted all these accounts and have gotten a real email and a real Facebook, but I never got another Twitter account.  When my parents found out it was a realy hard time for me and my parents.  I cried a lot because I am the good, angelic child and I hate misbehaving.  I feel like I've let that person down, that I've failed them and I never forget what I did until I force myself to.  Back to my story, I don't even remember how my parents found out, but I remember I cried all through that night and I was scared of what was going to happen to me.  My dad is really scary when he gets mad, so my siblings and I work our asses off to not make him mad. Ever.  It's crazy.  I remembered trying to apologize for what I did to my dad and he told me that he didn't know whether or not I was being sincere because he didn't know if he could trust me any more.  It took me almost a year to gain my parents' trust again.  I was almost in a respite because I wasn't allowed to go out with friends or go to parties and after school things unless they had definite starting and ending times.  Acquiescing this punishment was probably one of the hardest yet easiest things that I did in my life. I was so eager to gain my parents' trust again that I accepted any punishment easily.  I admit, I was really crestfallen because months without hanging out with your friends takes a toll on you.  My life seemed to be askew, twisted toward the side of life that I had hardly looked at.  I was looking at Truth.  My view of Truth, at least 3 years ago was a disheveled view.  It seemed to me that Truth was missing some exponent and to this day, I still haven't figured out what that exponent is.


Representative song: Undo It by Carrie Underwood