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This I Believe Essay

It is a cruel mistress; it consumes without tipping, it finds you when you’re down and kicks you, and is hard to shake-off. It judges its own victims, decides when to strike and when it does, plants seeds that lead to further misery. Almost everyone has experienced it, some admit to it, even more succumb to it.

Can you guess what it is the first paragraph alludes to? Me neither. And why exactly should anyone ever want to know what it is or the symbolism behind the literary mystery; it won’t solve any problems, it won’t enlighten anyone to any new radical ideas, it might get me a decent grade for English but I will have wasted my finger muscles typing it. Now I know that just about any emotion could be fitted to that first statement and could be made to work, but now isn’t this more fun? Isn’t the analysis of another analysis more satisfying and less demanding?

In my life, I try not to do things the way I should, not exactly in the spirit of simply being rebellious but to find a new way of doing things: to find my way of doing things. As being creative isn’t exactly my strong-suit I take an amalgamation of ideas from many varied sources ranging from Teletubbies to Descartes, and The Wiggles to Nirvana. With this cafeteria belief-set I am able to synthesize creativity where there is no hope for it, and make myself a very diverse fellow in the process.

In any case, this is what I believe: take things from already existing and successful movements, and create your own from it. Take from mine what you will.