In My Own Little World.

This is another essay from last year's English class, I thought I'd share it.

There exists a world above the chaos we feel. A place I can escape to when the world takes everything I posses to cope with. It thrives away from the hustle and bustle of cities but in the depths of a forest. No one can take away from this beautifully peaceful world; it exists solely for me. I climb a tree to see everything as far as possible. I run through clouds all around me, like a quilt that wraps a baby in warmth. I get lost on the sky so large it seems to swallow me whole. I stand on the tip of the mountain absorbing the colors on the horizon. This world is a place where I always belong and I find my peace.
As I climb the tree I see a bird flying all alone. I wonder if it feels as lonely as it looks, as if the world leaves it to wander without anyone who reaches out to help. How long the journey must last for such a small animal. As I watch the bird pass, I wonder how it feels to fly, to feel the wind blow as I fly above everything else. I no longer walk down on the earth, but soar on top of the clouds. The way I see the world changes as I picture myself in the air, I now get a real “bird’s eye view”. I make no sounds as I fly; I leave no traces of life. No one sees me as I swoop low to catch a fish in my beak. No one bothers with a bird.
Now I run through the clouds leaving waves and swirls of clouds in my wake. All that separates me from the insanity of reality are these clouds. Translucent, light, and wispy, the clouds part as I rush through; proving to myself how easily reached this dwelling is. I find it so hard to reach this place while clouds keep me away. Maybe if I become a child, getting here might prove easier to achieve. So I run freely and laugh until my sides ache; I roll around and play until I drop with exhaustion. I shout for the whole world to hear me, letting it know nothing stops me from living my life. Then I reach this place quicker than a wink and nothing stands in my way.
I look up to a sky that engulfs my senses in the glorified enormity of it. I lie on the ground and let go of all feeling, simply focusing on breathing. Too often I allow my thoughts to control my day, stressing me out to the point when I want to explode. I never realize how small I am until I face the sky. Everyday we blow things out of proportion; we make mountains out of molehills, we sweat the small stuff. I never tell myself to stop feeling upset when others deal with conditions far worse than mine. I let my feelings go and exist in just that moment, not worrying about what happens next, because God handles that.
I stand up from where I lay; I notice that I stand at the top of a mountain. The whole world at my feet, the sky high above me, and the horizon looking me square in the eyes. No one sees the future, but I saw my entire life spread before me. I saw hope and love. I saw pain and destruction. I saw life and I saw death. Nothing stood out, no events, no actions, just life. No matter how hard I find it to reach this place of serenity, no matter how much I focus on little details, my life will go on. Nothing matters but living. Life only improves; nothing stops the process of life. I control how I live; no one chooses it for me. No matter how I feel like someone controls my life, ultimately I make the choices in my life. Life goes on, with or without me; I make the choice to enjoy the ride.