Spring of Life.

Have you ever been torn between a decision of either having fun or being bored? Well, in my lifetime I have been in numerous amounts of these situations but I’ve always chosen “having fun” over “being bored.” I know you’re thinking “so what” or “duh” but the twist to this situation is that for every action there is a reaction. One’s interpretation of having fun may not be fun or amusing to someone else. Wondering what this has to do with anything right? This is all leading up to the seasons of life, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring is my season, meaning I have a light load on my shoulders and so much of my life ahead of me. My attitude, responsibilities and choices play a big role in my season of life. Enjoyment with this essay is guaranteed.

For one, my attitude plays a big part in my stage of life. My maturity isn’t quite fully developed to the point where I can control my anger. “He say, she say” stuff still catches my attention and I still get in many fights. Little things like the continuous tapping of a papermate pencil irritate me to the point where I go crazy! One day I was walking down the street around my neighborhood when a girl walked up to me trying to start trouble. Me being me. fed into her little plan and got into a huge fight with her. But hey, that’s just me.

Lucky me! To have little to no responsibility. How many teens do you know get allowance without even doing any chores? If any, add one more to your list, me! Don’t really mean to brag but I have no job, no bills to pay, no children to provide for and don’t have to buy any groceries. Can pretty much say, “I got it made.” Don’t have to worry about anything because when I go home I know I can just sit back, watch a little television, get on myspace if I want and eat until the refrigerator is empty. One time, my mother asked me to do the dishes. I asked her if it was “April Fools Day” and laughed. My mom was speechless because she knew that she couldn’t get mad due to the fact that she spoiled me pretty much my whole life.

Last but not least, my choices! Choices, choices and more choices! Never gets old. Like I mentioned in my introduction, everyone has a different reaction to things. Being me, my choices and reactions aren’t really thought out before done. Consequences involved? Ugh, who cares, I just want to have fun! The only time I really think about my choices is when it has something to do with hurting someone. Hurting people isn’t really my twist and I can sort of relate to Lizabeth from “The Marigolds” with this topic. When Lizabeth’s brother was throwing stones at Miss Lottie’s fence, she had a chance to join in but she didn’t. Her decision had something to do with her kind-heartedness. She didn’t want to hurt Miss Lottie.

Don’t lie, you know this essay was the bomb! Here I go bragging again, but I can’t help but state the obvious! Spring of life is where I stand due to my attitude, responsibilities and choices. Give me two more years or so, I’ll be more mature and probably in my summer of life. So, what’s your season?