A Price to Pay

Misfortunes lead by conflict 

“Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.”

— Winston Churchill

        The lengths in which one would go only pertains to the result. ‘The Sniper’ showed me the contingencies of war, and the limits in which the ideals held in the constituting of reputations can be impelled in one’s life. Though, as simple as it sounds, two sides in contention with one another, to the point in which war is waged. This simplistic condensation, does not begin to harbor the magnitude and the implications of war in ones life. The horrors of war can make one question the most cardinal of beliefs; war strips away from the congealed layers in which substantiated your verdict before it toys with its foundation.

An Unexpected Love

"Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
     That for thy right myself will bear all wrong."
~William Shakespeare 

        The beauty within is always masked by the facade. The Gift of the Magi reminded me that behind every book, there is a story to be told; no matter how old it is, the story transcends the aspect of time, and the meaning behind the words resonate with you. The Gift of the Magi, as unappealing it sounded to a reader like myself. As antique as the story portrayed itself to me, has inspired me to detour from my old ways of judging a book. This book told me a story, using language that I couldn't comprehend, plot that I couldn't follow, and it intertwines the whole scheme and moral together like a nicely knit sweater.

An Unexpected Love
Altruistic Sacrifice

“Such is my love, to thee I so belong, 

that for thy right myself will bear all wrong.”

— Shakespeare

        The beauty within is always masked by the facade. ‘The Gift of the Magi’ reminded me that behind every book, there is a story to be told; no matter how old it is, the story transcends the aspect of time, and the meaning behind the words resonate with you. ‘The Gift of the Magi’, as unappealing it sounded to a reader like myself. As antique as the story portrayed itself to me, has inspired me to detour from my old ways of judging a book. This book told me a story, using language that I couldn’t comprehend, plot that I couldn’t follow, and it intertwines the whole scheme and moral together like a nicely knit sweater.

Through Labor Comes Success

A Tale of Tenacity’s Bounties 

“He conquers who endures”

— Persius

        Without true failure one will never know austerity. ‘Through the Tunnel’ showed me the meaning of self-discipline, and the eminence of its definition in the face of mental repudiation. Pushing your limits further than the mind wills it. ‘Through the Tunnel’ reminded me of the gratification and actualization one could acquire from the simple things in this convoluted world. Such a simple goal, but the hardship accompanied with the task was consequential. The simplistic, yet unpretentious way in which this hardship was endured, was captivating and enticing; no wonder this is a story of such high regard.

The Power of Thinking

Round and Round We Go

“The unexamined life is not worth living”

~Socrates

Your thinking spot; an atmosphere of serenity, where your thoughts mingle and thrive. Where my thoughts find their way in a mental asylum of discourse to be relinquished of their worth and reduced to an idea(the novice stage of a thought), resuming cycle of thoughts; thinking. When I need to alleviate my mind of the thoughts, suppress the ongoing cacophony in my brain I seek my spinning chair in which I can let the birds fly. What is the average office business chair; used for the leisure sit down and dawdle on the computer, turns into an abode in which my thoughts can be safely regarded. A key, in which can unlock the floodgates. Given to me as a gift, to furnish my empty bedroom, alongside a desk supposed to be used for the purpose of studying, after the move from Ghana to America. This spinning chair and I have been through a lot of turns physically and emotionally. Through these rounds in the chair, scanning the current being of my life and my room, the spinning chair has always been there.

The Power of Brotherhood

The brother I never had

“To find yourself, think for yourself.”

~Socrates

        You’ll realize who’s there for you when you’re at your worst. It was myself I found when I was stranded in the dark and desolate abyss. In times of solitude and longing, when I felt like I was alone in the world. I found solace in my thoughts, keeping myself entertain and occupied when I felt lonely in this rife yet insufficient world. A preoccupied world, and me, without a destination. Never in my life had my thoughts become so essential to me; never was the lack of a sibling so apparent to me; never have I ever been so inundated with nostalgia for the friends I once had other than my move from Ghana to America. All for the sake of what? A mystery. 

My Ideal Pet

What pet would I want and why

        I have always wanted a pet; a companion in which you could bond with. As an only child in someways you are forced to rely on friends as that companion, though when you have a pet you know for sure it is going to be there. It is up to you to determine it’s meaning in your life. I don’t want a dog, a hyperactive beast with a brusque attention span. Doing it’s business all over the house, and it is my business to clean up after him. Running around longing for attention, pestering me incessantly to take it for a walk, no, I for sure don’t want a dog. I want a pet which has appeal , but it is not because of all the raucous it provides; one that is patient, but it is not longing of companionship. A pet that is to itself, but in the right company it can be open; I want a pet like me. 

Which is why in my thought, I decided if I were to have a pet I would go for a chameleon. A chameleon is an interesting creature; most of them are self reliant for if you were to put them in a cage with one of their own, without the proper condition things could get hostile. Chameleons are a picturesque animal, their colors can vary based on the temperature of the environment they find their selves in and their current mood. I find myself to be an observant person, which is why if I were to have a chameleon I would be able to appreciate it a lot more than the average person. 

A chameleon would be my ideal match because I feel like I can relate to it and understand it, unlike potential experiences with other animals. 

My Ideal Pet

What Pet Would I Want and Why 

        I have always wanted a pet; a companion in which you could bond with. As an only child in someways you are forced to rely on friends as that companion, though when you have a pet, you know for sure it is going to be there. It is up to you to determine it’s meaning in your life. I don’t want a dog, a hyperactive beast with a brusque attention span. Doing its business all over the house, and it is my business to clean up after him. Running around longing for attention, pestering me incessantly to take it for a walk, no, I for sure don’t want a dog. I want a pet which has appeal, but not because of all the raucous it provides; one that is patient, but it is not longing of companionship. A pet that is to itself, but in the right company it can be open; I want a pet like me. That is why in my though, I decided if I were to have a pet I would go for a chameleon. A chameleon is an interesting creature, most of them are self reliant, for if you were to put them in a cage with one of their own without the proper condition, things could get hostile. Chameleons are a picturesque animal, their colors can vary based on the temperature of the environment they find their selves in and their current mood. I find myself to be an observant person, which is why if I were to have a chameleon I would be able to appreciate it a lot more than the average person. A chameleon would be my ideal pet because I feel like I can relate to it and understand it, unlike potential experiences with other animals. 

 How Far We've Come   

"Without new experiences, something inside of us sleeps. The sleeper must awaken."
-Frank Herbert

        Beneath the forming of a conga line, evolution rock, paper, scissors, and running underneath peoples legs lies a treasure far greater than we can even comprehend. This treasure may not be visible at the moment, nor it is physical; though when one is able to ascertain the knowledge of this treasure, and experience it is when one can get an understanding of its capabilities. This treasure I speak of is the virtue of brotherhood. Brotherhood: a strong friendship forged between boys or men, which implies a sense of belonging between the members. Fortunately, in my time at Fenn, I have had the opportunity to observe and experience these bonds of brotherhood being manufactured even in my fifth year at Fenn. My time at Windsor Mountain has given me a greater appreciation of this brotherhood I am a part of in Fenn; the depth of its importance as well an understanding of how far we have come.

How Far We’ve Come

The Beginning of the End 

“Without new experiences, something inside of us sleeps. The sleeper must awaken.”

— Frank Herbert

        Beneath the forming of a conga line, evolution rock, paper, scissors, and running underneath peoples legs lies a treasure far greater than we can even comprehend. This treasure may not be visible at the moment, nor it is physical; though when one is able to ascertain the knowledge of this treasure, and experience it, is when one can get an understanding of its capabilities. This treasure I speak of is the virtue of brotherhood. Brotherhood: a strong friendship forged between boys or men, which implies a sense of belonging between the members. Fortunately, in my time at Fenn, I have had the opportunity to observe and experience these bonds of brotherhood being manufactured even in my fifth year at Fenn. My time at Windsor Mountain has given me a greater appreciation of this brotherhood I am a part of in Fenn; the depth of its importance, as well an understanding of how far we have come.