In my eyes, when I think of adventurous, it means physically taking action in a risky sport or an activity that threatens your life. Well, I know adventurous can be viewed as a mental battle, but I’ll give you an insight of how adventure fits into my life. There’s only so many stories to share about my adventure in my life, so here’s just one story dating back to my childhood, pretty far back.
I opened the door and a pungent odor hit me; rubber. It was oddly nostalgic for such a chemical smell. Now, chattering started to fill my ears, unlike the silence of the registration lobby. Behind me, the door shut with a click as I tightened the buckles of my harness. I haven’t worn one of these since I was six. I looked forward, and there it was: the little corner, heavily matted with the largest of holds attached to the shortest of walls. Little children were climbing it like I had once before.
All around me, I was surrounded by climbing walls, the artificial structures that mimicked the outdoor rock. Holds came in different colors and sizes, each labelled with a length of vibrant tape and numbers. Off to my left stood the largest picture windows, letting in the brightest of light. Tinkle-tinkle. Up above, a trainer to my right tapped the small metal bell that hung above him by neon red nylon. He released his grip on the wall and descended while pushing off with the soles of his feet. Well, now it’s my turn. My turn to train for adventure.
I stepped forward and noticed my shoes. Oh, how I hated them. They looked like the most ugliest variation of ballet shoes except with rubber soles and velcro. Anyways, I walked toward a bench where chalk was supplied in stout cylindrical bags. I stuck my fingers in, and pulled out the cold fine chalk. When I rubbed my hands, they became white as paper. I positioned my hands side by side, leveled them to my face and blew. White particles began to float in the air creating fumes and blur my vision. I know, it was a bad idea.
Now, to get onto training. I called over a staff to assist me as a belayer for my safety rope. She smiled and asked me if I’ve ever rock climbed outdoors. I responded no and it was my first to rock climb indoors since many years. Here in this part of the gym, there were no safety mats to land on or large holds to depend on. One day, I will take my climbing to the real mountains and show my inner adventurousness.
Although I probably won’t climb real mountains (due to the disagreement of my parents), I can still express adventurousness without possibly giving myself a death wish. Through a different perspective of myself, I believe I can communicate adventure into the arts by taking risks to trying different styles that I’m not familiar with. I’ve noticed that everyone is adventurous in their own way and have to be in certain points of life. With that said, I encourage you to try something new.
Money, you’re my best friend, yet my worst enemy
So I’m not alluding to the disney movie, when I call you my frenemy
Since the minute I was born I knew who you were
The popular girl that all the guys prefer
The star that I was always told to strive for
Because anyone without you was considered poor
And 16 years later you are still my bae
I know it sounds cliche
But I studied so hard with no play
To get those A’s so that one day
I could go to college and get a job with high pay
all in the hopes of obtaining you
But what causes you to be so—[f***ing]—special
What allows you to consume every single second of my life
What makes you so important that I have to devote everything
to getting you just so I can ask someone I love to be my wife
They say you can’t buy happiness
But the fact that you have to is what causes sadness
Because not everyone is born with a lot of you
Not everyone can buy a house, a car, or a single shoe
Not everyone can buy clothes or enough food to make a simple stew
So screw you
Money, you may be green but you make so many people blue
But even still, you are what the world looks up to
Every single day, more people pray that they can play with you
And are then led astray by their own greed
Because they all seem to think that you are something they need
And just because you’re addictive and green like weed
Does not mean you should dictate when we succeed
It’s mind blowing how much you’ve brainwashed society
How you’ve stripped away our individuality
and left us with you as our only priority
how you’ve taken down the gods from their pedestals
And made people only faithful to the digits and the decimals
I do not understand
And because I can not comprehend
Your power I am slowly becoming your tool
I only have two years left of school
But after that there are many more to go
Because I have to go to college to get a high cash flow
And even though I may start my major in computer science I’ll probably move it to law
Because the thirst for you is everyone’s biggest flaw
You are supposed to make the world go round so why,
Why do I have to trade my dreams for a decent salary
Why do I have to live every single second as a fake me
Why do I have to strive for something that I don’t want to be
Is it just, so that when I grow up you are what I see?
This concept of getting to the point where I can make it rain
is something that I hate
Because if I only put my effort into the things that I love
Then how am I ever supposed to precipitate
Money, I am forced to have you as my best friend
But you will always be my most despised enemy
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