Life is a test, only a test…
I believe life is a test, a stress free test with no studying, preparing, or worrying. Just live. A test that is thrown at you from up above saying, “Here it is, take it and run. The test begins as soon as one enters this world. As a baby, child, and an adult, one decides how they live their life.
Worries about how others perceive you, and questions about their physical appearance; those are just the little things. What really matters is how the question is answered. Getting the answer is not where the satisfaction should come from. Rather, use what you know and the rest will fall into place.
I am taking the test right now. It’s a difficult test with many more options than just the standard A, B, C, or D, but I would say that I am doing all right. I am happy. I am satisfied with how I am handling the typical teenage experience. With little stress and trying my best to achieve set standards, I still have time to pull all-nighters, spend time with my family, and learn from the past to better my future. In my life, I have encountered people who, I felt, were “passing” the test of life. Often, I’ve found them in the most unlikely place.
It was a homeless shelter, a symbol of failure, that brought me to the realization that if you make do with what you have, you’ll pass your test, no doubt. The atmosphere was crowded with joy and carried a nice, comfy cozy feeling of inspiration.
James was his name. A homeless man who, with just the shirt on his back, lived his life to the fullest. Lacking material possessions, he managed to work through the daily hardships looking forward, while most people go backward. He saw the good, when there was no good to be seen.
James told me that a life not lived well is not a life. In great detail, James explained anyone can achieve anything; no matter what. The end of our conversation was near, and James made a promise. A promise to me and a promise to himself. He said that he was going to get his life back on track. I looked at him and as our eyes met, they locked. It was as if time had stopped and we were about to go our separate ways. From then on, I knew that life would only get better for him and for me. That was the last I ever saw of him.
From my experience, I learned to live it up. James is and always will be someone special who has touched my life forever. I was touched in such a way that I now know how to pass my test. This I believe.
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