• The human mind is a sturdy thing. People build their entire lives on a foundation of experiences - some good, some bad, some horrible. And yet, in the end, we simply must look upon each and every life as something beautiful; a work of art, each different then the rest of its kind. When you really think about it, the liar inside each of our hearts is and will forever be there; it is the liar in the heart, not the heart in the liar. The masks we forever wear are fabricated from tapestry woven as we string together the hearts of others, meshing them into a cloak that shields the wearer from harm. All of us have an internal pain, a suppressed sorrow that lingers behind our eyes when we smile, but along with this pain comes a sense of living; nothing is perfect, and we are no exception. Life without the belief in a God above us is possible; just as air a physical force that was unnoticed until the first man said "Hey! There's air all around us!", so too is the presence of God. Though it may take some time, all of us will eventually realize that God is there, though he may take on a different form between different people. When we are children, we are spoiled, taken care of, unable to take care of ourselves; and although we share the same tender love of a child as we age, we are surely and firmly adults. Is it not the goal of the older generation to make the world a better place for the young? Is it not the goal of every adult to leave their footprint on the soil of the earth and say, "Here I was. I did this." We spend our whole lives seeking such a time, such a moment where we might fulfill our goals.

    Every person's goal is different, but it all amounts to the same idea - doing something different. Being apart. Weaving a tapestry, connecting hundreds of people together to turn each beautiful pattern and color into a mosaic, hanging up for everyone else to see and take inspiration from.

    True happiness is not fighting the cycle as many believe, but staying with it.