Corn Fed
10/17/2014
Since I enjoy writing away from the norm and love overly emotional posts I figured it was getting about time to conform to the rest of the zombies and write about a topic I was given. *rolls eyes*When looking into the future you must look into the past. We all get so caught up in this idea of the right now that we almost forget how we got there. Although its by no means glamorous where you come from can say stories about you and who you've become today. Without knowing where you came from you'll never know where you'll go.
Every morning I look out my window and watch as the days slowly turn into a burnt orange color, to a crisp white and back to the sprightly green we all enjoy. The corn sways in the wind and the air smells of a pungent cattle odor. Miles and miles of crops surround my brick house and the old red barn that stands there through all the change.
I always joke saying I'm a child of the corn. I've grown up around the sweet yellows and vibrant greens that stand taller than me, even running through the stalks to only find myself lost in it's strange never land. Surrounded by nature I have found myself enjoying the dirt on my hands and the stars above my head. Counting each one as a wish that may come true. However this serine pasture I call home is far more twisted than meets the eye.
Living in the boondocks of Indiana is not all that's its cracked out to be. For starters there is a serious lack of diversity. I swear I didn't even know the world till me senior year of high school that's how bad we're lacking in it. Endless you call the Amish diverse, my tiny little patch of heaven has hardly seen anything besides white. Now don't get me wrong and think the worst of me, I'm just telling the truth! My school is a farm school, situated between a highway and a cattle pasture. We love our Carhartt jackets and drive your tractor to school day and take pride in the amount of chew someone can fit in their lip. I must say this may sound like a blast of a high school and everyone here has no room in their heads for the new in life however there were always a couple people who lived outside the norm.
These handful of odd balls are what drove me to be a better person in high school. Without my best friend and his gang of misfits I swear my high school career would have found me face first in the life of someone who didn't love me and a handful of children running around. Not a life I would ever want. My friend made me realize that in this small world I call home there are plenty of adventures. Slowly I found myself thinking outside my Amish paradise and into the bright future ahead of me.
Although I must say I haven't moved away from the corn fields I once roamed but more away from the ideas that surrounded the kernels of close mindedness. Beautiful really how one can change something so complex as their minds. I thoroughly believe that just by changing your mind you can change where you come from, I surely did. My close minded days are over, I no longer believe the world revolves around me or that people who aren't apart of my social group are outcasts.
As I look into my future, or the hopes I have for it I should say, it seems bright with hope. The hope that I won't return to the vibrant fields of corn or the starry skies I still wish upon. But a hope that I will learn from this beautiful past and make a light of the wonderful future that I'm heading towards. I can't say where I'm going to end up, because I truly don't know where that could be, however I can say that because of where I came from and how I've learned from the sweet corn that flows around me that I know I'll be happy in all my future endeavors.
