Rogue River was overcast and dark for the first day in many. Kids frowned, grumped and bickered today. They struck out at each other, frustrated by the intangible sense that rainy days always bring... the idea that we are oppressed- the idea that they are not completely free. And yet... in AP Lit. we discussed the idea of existentialism... we exist...but after that, all meanings, feelings, beliefs are only created in our minds- our sense of "real" exists only in our conception of it... therefore, I wondered if these cloudy days were more of an excuse- a reason for grumpy to exist, when we have no other legitimate reason to feel badly. It is interesting how much we thrive on feeling... we struggle with any stasis- even enjoyable emotions... we like change- it makes us believe we are alive and changing or growing. I wonder why we don't actively teach our children, and attempt to push ourselves toward acceptance of what is in front of us- a time and place where we can simply be, instead of fighting to be elsewhere, or be something else. Cloudy days are beautiful- colors exist in them unlike any other days.
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