The Helpers

I've had a lot of time to reflect lately. It's been incredibly edifying deconstructing and reconstructing. It has also been slightly overwhelming trying to coherently collect thoughts to form a focused opinion. I am brimming with thoughts about the world and it's really, really great.

Last year during the HSC I didn't feel like I had any time to truly form human opinions. It's a slightly inane phenomenon but the whole ordeal was just so consuming. Maybe it wasn't really even that bad but when considering the leaps and bounds of this year, last year pales greatly in comparison.

The same sentiments were echoed all around us when we finished our exams and celebrated accordingly: "this is when your life really begins". Aside from being maybe faintly offended, we all simply smiled politely in response and that was all. Midway through this new year, however, I can truly attest the validity of that statement.

That's the thing about life. There is always hope. There are always opportunities. I have never realised this as much in my life as this present moment, as I sit here at 18 years of age. The problem with this blog post is that I cannot grab you by the shoulders, dear reader, and shake you with excitement about the prospect that life is FILLED with things to do, see, be, and love.

I have been resisting the urge in many places of late to throw up my arms and spin around because this world is beautiful and I am absolutely thrilled to be in it. There are sad things, and there are bad things, but to focus and dwell isn't the solution to these problems. Be the change you wish to see in the world. I believe in the power of each human to make a change. We can do 'bad', but we are much more capable of good.  I am aware the potential of naivety and cliché in puncturing this happy thought balloon is substantial, but yet it is not inevitable.