Sunday, May 20, 2012


In this piece of writing, focus on the things that you carry. Explore those things, their meaning, and how they are significant to you. Are they positive influences and values? Are they negative? Why? Finally, what do these things reveal about your identity?
The tone of this piece is entirely up to you. You might be serious or lighthearted, angry or calm, etc. Use this chance to explore and grow as a writer! Be intrepid and creative!
Three pages
Title specific to your piece of writing
Pay attention to ideas, organization, syntax (sentence fluency) diction (word choice), and conventions.

Welcome to different. Welcome to life, liberty, and happiness. Yogic teachings embody designing a tree. The root of a tree is yama, basically common sense principles, very similar to the Ten Commandments. From the roots are various components like moral principles, sensory detection, concentration, and discovery. My mind is like mycorrhizae, an ecological term referring to a symbiosis between roots and a plant that benefits an ecosystem. Metaphorically, my mind is a network of ideas spreading throughout soil to connect trees and protect against pathogens by developing antibiotics. To beat a dead concept, or more to develop premise, social conditioning inherently prohibits creativity. Another premise is that teenagers, as they are (pun not intended) in their adolescent stage of development, habitually bully different people in many forms. In addition, teenagers are susceptible to the concept and implementation of a Crowd, as Emerson would refer to it, which a Crowd by its very nature inhibits creativity.

The Crowd is as unintelligent as it is strong in size. I’ve learned many lessons from The Crowd, the most integral one being gratitude. I have learned how to thank those who disapprove of me with satire, humor, and success. Many will critique the Crowd, but the Crowd has an ironically useful characteristic. People arguing the negative makes you want to prove the affirmative that you can be who and what you wish to be. It’s a very simple idea, so simple it is suffocated by clich├ęs and generic statements, which in itself emphasize how entrenched an idea it is in this world. The Crowd drives your career, like it or not, for better or for worse. I would not work nearly as hard as I do if I didn’t want to sit at the same level as those who harangue me. Provided one knows how to harness the Crowd, it will promote your reputation, popularity, grades, personality, and character. It really does take your career to another level, and for that reason you should thank them. In addition, the mediocre make the moderately intelligent look brilliant in the classroom, workforce…everywhere. Indeed, the perspective on “intelligent” and the subjectivity of being “good at something” is not just relative, but it is lowered, so all one needs to do is work with due diligence, and you will far exceed your peers in the desired eyes.

The Crowd has taught me to train my mind in a way that allows me to identify the movement of a stream and flow with it, while simultaneously pursuing self-interest independent of others and to no one’s detriment. I have become introverted in my ideas. I wait for everyone in a classroom to voice their opinion before muttering mine. I primarily ask questions after class. I pursue my extracurricular endeavors in secrecy. I contribute what is required to a social dynamic, but not overstepping commitment, for as I have seen anyway it results in high consequences. I talk intimately with Friends, but not with friends. I trail my voice off at the end and imitate the mannerisms of my peers for convenience. I laugh at my own jokes, which are generally mocked or simply not understood, or mocked because of general incomprehension. I deflect insults with smiles. I compete with myself, to excel beyond my perceived potential, rather than compete with others. I spend less time developing counter-arguments to people calling me a “fag,” “white,” or similar, and simple accept the phrase “such is life.” I acknowledge that the world is a large place, and that the domain of perspectives in a classroom does not reflect a worldly perspective. I also try to enjoy life, and remember that being dedicated to academics is like selling creativity for 4-8 years to buy 70-80 years of freedom and excellence. I also remember that the word “reality” involves the word “real,” so certain things are not worth analyzing or philosophizing; it is the frame of life in which you live. I have learned not to impose myself on other people, tying back to my first point on becoming an introvert. The benefit to being “shy” is that you have no pressure to perform. You can learn, laugh, and socialize, etc. without external, or more importantly, internal pressure. You have more control over yourself and your life. I used to feel a compulsory need to be remembered with certain characteristics, but a personality is a tool to be turned on and off voluntarily and independent of anything else. Anything. It does indeed become annoying when people slouch in front of you, bored from their day, and demand of you in two short words implying nothing but a demand: “entertain me.”
I have also learned to put little stock in people’s words when those individuals do not place value in their own words with a few rare exceptions. In addition, I’ve learned that my natural need—it is not a want, but a need—to stand away from a Crowd, often physically, is as acceptable as it should be. I’ve learned that the most important person (relative to yourself) is…yourself, family, and friends, in that order, followed by a subsequent order. I’ve also learned that teenagers are inferior to adults in respect to power, money, rapport, and so forth. They will be treated accordingly by the greater population, and acceptance of that fact will lead to assimilation, which allows one to identify subsequent loopholes in the hierarchy and benefit accordingly. The primary benefit to being an adolescent is one’s prematurity. You have the freedom to explore your perspective and admit when you’re wrong. Quite obviously, there are parameters, but there is something to be said for trying out new philosophies, being harangued heavily, and being able to cite one’s age as a true factor (some would say excuse) for a poorly formed idea (others would say stupidity).

I have learned, thanks to the Crowd that this is a dog-eat-dog world. I’ve watched my peers destroy me to inarticulateness and give them smiles in return. I’ve learned the difference between friends and Friends first hand, those who will help and those who hinder. I’ve learned that to integrate with enemies, and accept the blended between Friend and friend, between Friend and Enemy, you must understand them. The most hyperbolic examples are the ones you must understand from the inside out, comprehend their motives, their self-interest, reasoning, thought process, background. You must understand their voice tone, their hair style, the way they walk, how you walk, who they hang out with, their contradictions, imperfections, their love for hate, their acceptance of intelligence, mediocrity, and maybe stupidity, which love for hate is by its very nature stupid, for it leaves not a man alone on an island, but a man in civilization destroying it from the inside out, a man who loves hate and is good at it will friend you and take your time, money, and given neither back, for it is the satisfaction in holding it from you was the real reason he became friends with you initially. I will not give examples, for the names do not matter, for there are too many and it is the principle of the individual personality one should be wary of, not the individual holding it, for assigning it to an individual indicates a passionate link to solving the issue, and the issue cannot be solved, for some people in this world were designed to test success, to determine failure by wringing creativity and passion and character out of people and only the strong will survive, the weak, faltering with jealousy and subsequent anger at those who succeed, those who understand the works of this world, those who were born with grit determination to win no matter the friends—i.e. hidden Enemies—that stand in their way. The successful will be the ones who leave a wake of green and red anger in their wake, a mixture of the two that results in a putrid look of puke, a hybrid of jealousy and anger that is as unproductive as it is toxic, as toxic as it is costly. Though the ones who obtain a type of success that cannot be identified as such are those who are too modest to admit they have found Success. They have achieved their greatest desires, but the greatness is something they acknowledge internally, for externally in any form the Crowd would roar with anger, cringe with green and shrivel in red, twitch on the ground like a deadened fly, waiting for another light to shine so they can fly to it in the hopes of taking energy from it, but singeing itself in the brilliant hotness of electricity, and fall, unsure what to do next, but wait for the next light, and the one after that, with no altering course, no memory of the preceding failure, or perhaps, no desire to remember it, or no ability to alter its course, or all of the previous factors…

The Crowd has crafted my success, molded my rhetoric, designed my ideas, and has led my life by inverse action. Primarily, it has allowed me to explore differently. It has granted me life, liberty, and happiness. It has granted me freedom. What the Crowd does is typically the opposite of what I do. Either that, or I join with the Crowd and satirically make fun of it. I am similar to Dominique Francon in the Fountainhead in certain respects. These truths I hold to be self-evident. Man was born free, but everywhere he is in chains. I thank the Crowd for showing me what those chains were. For indeed, seeing the world without chains is like hearing the Civil Rights Act of 1964 passed. It is exuberance, a new mentality. It is like seeing watching the new world order unfold post WWII, watching entire power schemes shift. It is not colossal, it is not an adjective. It is like historical events, for they happened in the past and they are significant, and will be remembered for their significance not named by adjectives. They will be cited—for example, how does one describe the value of diplomacy? The value of diplomacy is like the Camp-David Accords. No adjective can be assigned for the power is too great, the magnitude too large.
The Crowd has made me develop a great sense of humor, specifically satire. No one gets it but me, and that is why the sense of humor is so great, for there is no need for external confirmation, for conformity. It is just me laughing at a concept in ways that I want no one else to understand, for that is too risky…it risks security. Security of ideas, security of strength. When one tells a joke to oneself, he finds it funny, but telling it to another, you must adjust the joke, and telling a joke threatens the security of its inherent funniness. So, in a way, I have developed a crowd much larger than the Crowd, a crowd of ideas, mycorrhizae spinning off in wild directions with jokes only I understand, for that is the only way to be larger than the Crowd: it is through the largeness of creativity, of your own mycorrhizae.

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