So I originally wrote this with the last paragraph… Then I struggled for so long on whether or not I wanted it on there. I will let you be the judge.
A young man stares into a mirror—amazed at his own sense of self. What does his existence mean? His mind is nothing more than a lake; a small body of water, with the crashing ripples and waves of how he has been affected. How should this young man live his life? To what code of actions will he follow? Three words come to cognitive sight as his eyes narrowed in the mirror: Diplomacy, logic, and morality.
Glaring into the mirror the young man sees his many weaknesses gazing back at him. His own anatomy leaves him subject to the overbearing primal instincts of his body’s desires to survive, reproduce, and die. As humans, have we not developed our species evolution beyond animal desire? What will guide his intellect past the many weaknesses of man? The answer is logic—that basic innate system of cause and affect—as methodical and mathematical as one plus one equals two. His shoulders raise and pull back with pride as he knows he can apply logic into his interactions with the world.
He closes his eyes. The young man retains his optimism despite the world’s relentless pessimism to politics, government and future of society. But what of the intelligent conversations with some of the least diplomatic minds he has ever met. He recalls a conversation he had on the train with a rather large man with bottle cap glasses, from many years ago. The man’s brown shirt had sweat marks almost connecting soaked armpits with a dripping chest. He smelled atrocious. The young man sat and conversed for hours with the unarticulated beast, and through mixed up definitions and spit torpedoes coming of the man’s lips, the young man discovered sweet beautiful truth. The rather large man talked like a pouring river spilling into a lake—none of the care of choice words, and no stopping him. The young man drew in air and opened his eyes. He knew he must remain diplomatic—always developing his skills in dealing with others. He knew he wanted to make ripples in the minds of others.
The young man now put both hands on the edge of the sink leaning forward to take a closer look. He knew that he was ready to take hold of life. He wanted to charge forward like a sword wielding warrior, swinging at the injustices of life. He had the strength to hold the weapon but how would he know when to swing? Morality, the word echoed in his head. He knew he had a strong sense of right and wrong, and he always assumed that the world around him shared this understanding, even if it was not exercised. What worried him was where morality came from. Can we really trust our selves? His intuition was strong. He must have faith in self. He must allow his morality to be guided by how he will affect the world. His basic right and wrong must be lead by how he will effect the ocean. He must put others above himself, knowing that he was not as much an individual but a droplet water in a greater ocean of minds.
The young man took one last look—fixing his hair with a thin black comb, and straightening his silky tie. He felt ready. He could feel the roaring crowd’s powerful rumble through the thin walls. Shaking hands with everyone he walked by and getting fragment pep talks, concluded by a firm pat on the shoulder, he could now see the peering light from the open door to the stage. He walked through the threshold onto the stage and approached the podium.
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