Liz's Lover

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My reflective essay for English (my best work EVER)

It is mid-day at a place where I find myself pondering the thought of humanity. It is nothing but me on a yellow kayak in the middle of Lake Michigan. The sun beaming down on me setting the tone of my skin to a blooming summer haze. The waves gently rock the kayak like a hammock on a warm summer day. There is but a subtle taste of dryness in the air as my tongue yearns for just a sip of water, yet I do not stress to move an inch. I hear the playful chirps of the herring gulls as they dance around above the water spotting their next meal. This is a place where I find peace and serenity as I catch up with my old friend Nature.

This environment sparks my creativity. My mind escapes from me and throws thoughts and memories at me without cause. Thoughts that I would never bear to ever share to society. This place makes me feel open to think for myself and not listen to the status quo of my peers. It is good that I’m free to explore my mind in my own way. I am able to avoid any interaction with other absent minds. I am also free from all expectations and priorities that might interrupt my thought process. In this piece of mind, my feelings and emotions have found harmony.

My mental state is calm but attentive. The environment around me retracts any emotions or feelings of hate, love, sadness, depression, or anxiety that I might have had prior to entering. It leaves me nothing but a neutral feeling towards anything that is thrown my way. If I were to think subjectively, I would say that all this was controlled by the mood I was in, but I would be cheating myself. I cannot rule the actions of Nature like a tyrant, but in the opposite sense, Nature controls the way I feel. On a stormy day I feel depressed and on a sunny day I feel exuberant. This expresses the way Nature plays with my emotions.

Although this place is an ideal spot for meditation, it can also be abused. To much of this fearless escape can easily waste away a perfectly good day. Sitting in a kayak for too long as my legs twitch eagerly to run, is not my intention. As the day grows older I would wake up from my trance and feel trapped in the middle of nowhere. What would of seemed to be an adventure soon becomes a disaster. My body would be dried out and my full intent would be to jump thoughtlessly into the frigid water. Decisions quickly rush upon me whether or not to paddle in or dive off like a fish out of water. Henry Thoreau, a transcendentalist, would say that I worry to much about needless things.

I come back to myself with an exhausted mind. The scene around me feels as if its transformed; I am back to my normal state. I cannot see as well as I had before. The water has become water and the seagulls have started to pick at my nerves. I quickly decide to rush to the shore like a shark has set his sights on me. After a long day I say farewell to my friend Nature and come back to reality. It will be a long time until I revisit my long lost friend. 

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