Human

It's like everyone's hearts are aching for this missing centrepiece to humanity. We're all heartbroken, desperately clawing into the dark for something we'll never be able to find. Regardless of language, race, culture, we all seem to possess this infinite hole inside of us from wherein a beacon of hope shines out into the expanse. Because whatever it is we lost so long ago, our very being somehow knows it's never been that far away. It's as if the key to eternity is within reach, but invisible, untouchable, forever just beyond our fingertips until someday, someone brings it close enough to snatch into our hearts. But for now we're left to ask ourselves, who, what, when, why, and how will it be? Maybe someday, we'll have the chance to see.

The WIll Of The Wind

Have you ever noticed how the grass wavers in the wind on the side of the mountain and catches the sunlight in its veins? Or how the branches bend at the will of the wind, demanding the leaves to follow? Or how the wind is able to hurry up the clouds and smash up the seas? The wind is capable of extraordinary things. But what gives it such power? Wind is the telltale of convection, gaseous or aqueous movement caused by the flow of energy (hence why some have a habit of passing it). This particular energy is in our case heat. Almost every reaction produces or uses up heat, both of which cause wind. Therefore it is logical for one to conclude that heat produces movement, and when it comes to human beings, this is likewise true.
Movement causes friction which in turn causes heat which then creates gaseous or aqueous movement (convection, ‘wind’). So although heat produces wind, this heat is brought about by movement. So what if there was no movement? There would be no friction, no heat, and therefore no wind resulting in no change. And if time is marked by the order in which things change, then without change there is no time. Everything comes to a standstill.
Again, this same principle applies to humans. If there is no movement in a relationship, then the relationship comes to a standstill. One could even say there is no relationship without movement. Further, movement entails effort on behalf of the human beings involved. So without any effort put into moving the relationship forward, the relationship dies. Just like the humans’ dreams, and eventually, just like the humans. Dead.

Drama and Gravity work the same way

All it takes is a slight trip downwards, then as you keep falling the gravity pulls you down stronger until you're stuck at the centre of it all. How is this the same as drama? Well, all it takes is one accidental slip up, then things spiral out of proportion and you're in the centre of it all.

What to conclude?

If everyone has come to the same conclusion, then surely that conclusion must be true. But if everyone has come a conclusion only because everyone else has come to that conclusion, then surely it can not be the truth, can it?

Boredom

Boredom is the hight of creativity when you have no means of being creative. It's like being trapped inside a cardboard box when outside there's like a whole carnival going on. How does one become bored? Rumour has it that boredom lurks in the comers of every living being's mind, but only jumps out at the most inconvenient moments, ready to catch their host in their strangling grip unable to function in a way which is socially acceptable. Boredom makes it's host show the world their otherwise hidden weirdness, and just how unique and truly alone each person is in this sea of living victims. In many extreme cases, the victim will broadcast their infection of boredom to the whole world online, which will in turn spread boredom to all those who encounter the bored person. 

Sitting outside the classroom (Hyperbolic)

The ground is disgusting, truly putrid. Dried up chewing gum infests the wooden planks; faded whites, greys and browns plastered onto every nook and cranny. I can barely sit down without worrying I'll catch some STI from the mile high grunge underneath me, not to mention all those savage microorganisms scrawling themselves around and about. Ew! What even is this place? Is this actually classified as like some kind of upper end education system? This is absolutely mortifying, positively diabolical. There's crap literally blocking the light from getting through that supposedly "clear" cover over this rotting deck. And raindrops? In my hair?! That rain has countless layers of infected freak crap to tackle if it's going to get through, and here it is IN MY HAIR!! That's it. I've had enough. I'm calling social health services and getting the heck out of this Hellhole!!

Known truth

There are things that we will know in the future that we do not know now, and things that we will say now and regret in the future because of what we do not know now. In this way, each of us believes ourselves to be wise until someone or something shows us we are not.