What's important?A Story by Terrestrial.42A short personal essay I wrote for writer's craft... it's kind of a fictionalized version of a real-life event.I’m not a particularly busy or
important person. I don’t save lives, I don’t pull 60-hour workweeks at the
office, and I don’t have incredibly important, world-changing decisions keeping
me up at night. Actually, I’m just a high school student in a small town in Southern
Ontario. I’m one of the last people you’d expect to have one of those “what’s
important” moments. We’ve all seen them: the part of the movie where the
put-together go-getter realizes that they’re working their lives away at a job
no one will remember them for, figures out what’s really important, quits, and
goes home to their family. My life to this point has
generally been a huge resume-building exercise. I’ve been working tirelessly
for several years toward good grades (a task that requires at least a few hours
a day for homework assignments and the like) in order to prepare myself for
University. If school weren’t enough, I’ve also spent plenty of time with student’s
counsel, volunteer work, and assorted clubs. In short, I live in a beautifully
hectic world of to-do lists and organizers, constantly pressed for time. To be
honest I wouldn’t really have it any other way; when I’m not busy, I don’t know
what to do with myself. It’s funny how, despite all of this,
a tiny thing can change your entire perspective on life. The other morning,
around six-thirty, I was dissecting a pomegranate for breakfast. It was a
normal day: I was reading while struggling with my fruit’s tiny seeds and my
dining room ceiling fan’s regular tap-tap
was the only noise to be heard in the house. Outside, the sun hadn’t yet risen. My father asked me to let our dog
inside, since he was scratching at the back door; begrudgingly, I complied. Then,
when I stuck my head out into the biting winter air, the first thing I saw, hanging
just above the treetops, was this spectacular crescent moon. It was that time
right before dawn, when the morning light’s just starting out in the east, and
the entire sky was a gradient from greyish-blue to inky black. In the darkest
end of the sky, stars sparkled faintly. For a moment, I was overwhelmed. Such a
beautiful, simple sight " the universe’s naturally occurring light show " free
for all to see. It made me feel... connected. Connected to the world, stunning
as it was, and in awe of its artistry. As I proceeded through my morning
rituals, I got to thinking about the last time I’d actually seen the moon. I
was pretty sure it had been several months, maybe half a year. This small
revelation surprised me so much that it made me consider all the other little
things I’d been missing lately. When was the last time I’d gone
for a long walk? Sat in the grass outside? Listened to the birds? Watched the
sun set? Run, anywhere? I had hardly missed any of these little things, yet
when they were put together they made an essential component of life I’d nearly
forgotten about. I’m glad to have had that moment that
morning, to have reminded myself of all the subtle beauty in the world. It’s so
easy to get caught up in the routines and responsibilities that take up too
much of our modern lives, so easy to forget to notice the glinting of snow in
the sun, the patterns that rivulets shape as they slide down a car window, the pictures
on erased chalkboards, and the elegance of fallen autumn leaves. But it’s
essential that we don’t, because I see where that might lead: a frigid world of
semi-conscious, hardworking go-getters with no “what’s important” moments in
sight. © 2010 Terrestrial.42Reviews
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1 Review Added on May 2, 2010 Last Updated on May 2, 2010 AuthorTerrestrial.42Niagara, CanadaAboutHey, I'm a 17-year-old Canadian girl who loves action movies and sherbert ice cream. Winter is the best season; I hate the heat and the sun. I love writing, but don't get to do it often enough. Hop.. more..Writing
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