I never really understood the world.
Maybe this was because the world never truly understood me, but that may also be because I never gave them a reason to look into what I, myself, had to offer.
A man by the name of Cesar Pavese once said, "we do not remember days, we remember moments." This is a message I cling to, not because I needed a senior quote for the Harvendel High School's yearbook but because it means something to me. Every single moment influences how we will feel in the past, present, and future. The way we act towards each other can determine how we see ourselves as individuals and in groups.
Some people choose to be the radiant sun while others choose to be the blue skies and the sweet, luxurious sunsets, but some choose to be storm clouds.
The storm clouds are the ones that create the storm that leaves your house without power for weeks, the ones that knock the trees down with their jagged, bright lines that hurriedly traced their way down from the sky in which we call lightning. They grumble monstrously, their thunder so loud that you can feel the vibrations in your chest when they get angry.
In Harvendel, our constant flow of negativity was the one and only Jayden Matthew Night.
