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What I learned from the kids at the beach

1. Adventuring! 

2. Things fall down. "Oblivion is inevitable," as John Green says. It's like those kids at the beach building a lake out of sand, right up by the water. The waves come everytime and they just build it up again and again. But if one kid decided to make his lake out of a plastic bucket it wouldn't be nearly as fun. So we work on different pieces of life and we just keep building them up and up and we can make wet sand walls instead off flimsy dry walls, we can make concrete walls, wooden walls. But sometime, it's all gonna collapse and be over. 

3. We're not ever really "big kids." Sure, we get bigger, but there's like some superior knowledge or something that you're supposed to just get all of a sudden. It doesn't come. Another metaphor: tubing with my sister is hilarious. She just goes again and again and she does crazy things. But if you look at her feet, they don't really touch the bottom of the tube. So the rest of us are stretching our legs to press against the tube, to keep us in, and she's over there falling out and laughing. When she gets bigger, she'll be able to reach the end of the tube. The secret? She won't stop falling out. We're all just little kids, bouncing around, falling off. And we just have to laugh it off. We have to keep saying, "Again!"

People: Magazine Edition

Get it? Cause there was that post I did called people, and there's also People the magazine, which is what I'm talking about today. 

I guess that flashing lights make your life more worthwhile, that the higher your heels the more you matter. As long as you've got a hot bod, everything you do is fine. What the heck, Hollywood? It's weird, don't you think? That people everywhere are dying nobly, saving lives, and going on adventures, but some blondie "daring to show some cleav" is more discussed. Guys, she does that all the time, and it sucks. You know what doesn't happen all the time? A different blonde, getting into Harvard instead of a club. That soldier meeting his kid for the first time. That boy who finally was brave enough to tell his friends "No." Isn't it weird that there are magazines full of weight loss tips and mini girls in mini skirts and very few with, say, a disabled boy, or a list of people who were born that day? I'd say that's more important than this season's color palette. 

That's all for this issue of real People.