No Pane, No Gain

     The elegant ocean of trees flooded my eyes as I looked out my car window into the vast North Carolina forest. The lush green provided a movie-esque trip, as the car was silent, the car trudged on the endless highway. Down the long and winding road, my eight year old self watched the trees pass by, and in what seemed like years, as waves of philosophy and thinking raced through my young mind, I thought about the nature of life. I slowly took a tremendous amount of oxygen into my lungs and let out a deep exhale; I thought about why I was here in the first place, looking out into the distance in an endless forest of trees.
     I was there for a funeral. Death. The death of a very close person to me. The person who had helped my family set up in America. She always did what was right. Her funeral was in North Carolina. While the lush forests were here, she spent time in the desolate desert of Africa helping the less fourtunate. She came to my baseball games. She was the one who had driven my mentality to where it is now.
     While we read the Death of the Moth in class, this story came rushing in to my head. Much like the moth and its "window," I had looked out my very own car window and thought to myself, "I have to make the most of what happens before we eventually wilt away like the trees of North Carolina." For the moth, it's "dancing and zigzagging to show us to true nature of life," but for any of us, living a life to the fullest potential can bloom into a life outside of the pane of a window and out into the endless-possibility filled world.