CJ+Kennedy

CJ Kennedy Mrs. Bear English 10 24 October 2011 Uphill triumph I have had many previous experiences with arguing with friends. Some I regret and some that have made big changes to how I live day-to-day. That day I thought more in context about how my life correlated to the idea I was trying to persuade. Nothing had changed in how I was talking, moving, feeling. The only thing that had any change was my thinking. On a mid-summer day, it was the same routine that I had been doing to fill my summer. I had been going at this same routine everyday, so I was already used to the situation. But this day seemed different. Inhaling and exhaling, the air was fresh and calm, the grass was crisp and the beating sun was letting up even though there wasn’t a cloud around it. But it wasn’t just my surroundings that felt calm and peaceful; I was having the same feeling. Once my morning schedule was done, I decided Hanging out with friends was my best option. The YMCA, gym, was where we typically hung out, because we liked to play basketball and joke around. When we met up it was the same old inside joke that never grew old. We played basketball for what seemed like thirty minutes turned to two hours of continuous playing. When we decided to leave we had the idea that we would walk to his house. I didn’t realize that this walk would be so important. Because the house was uphill we had a chance to see the river of green trees all over our city. We started talking because we knew the walk was long, so we talked about the normal everyday things that happen in our days. We gradually went from joking around to getting to more serious issues.

He began to ask me questions about my opinions on certain topics, gay marriage, the war inIraq, and any other issue you would think of as headline stories. We had talked about these topics before but today seemed different. Especially the moment he asked my opinion on the war in Iraq, it was such a simple straight forward response, but for some reason my mind thought about this question, in the seconds after he asked me that question I thought about past experiences that I never usually thought about, I thought about the mistakes I have made and the accomplishments I have achieved, I don’t think I realized it then, but I realized I couldn’t answer the question. No matter how hard I would try there was no way to change his mind, because the way he was taught is completely different than me. So there was no way I could put myself in his shoes, I was taught right from wrong, but no one is ever taught the same. So the only thing I could tell him was that I couldn’t answer his question. It may seem out of place or strange that something so easy turned out to be so hard, but trust me I never thought the same about that topic again, and I figured out that no one thinks the same as you no matter how much they say they do. Your opinion is your own freewill. Can anyone truly be right?