CARTESIAN PLANES
Some may say that life is up to fate, luck or simply to the lines on the palms of our hands. Some may say that life, it is a splendid masterpiece painted by the wide open universe. Some may say it is a tapestry that is already pre-woven by a higher being or a divine presence. But the truth is, it is up to you. You have your pen, I have mine and we have the power to draw our lines.
The class started and before we took our seats, our teacher handed each of us a piece of paper. He told us to take control and do everything we want with it but remember not to waste it. I looked around me. There are some people, who are wise enough and started folding their papers to beautiful origami. Some made paper planes and let it flew to the air and maneuver it to their dreams. There are some who draw illustrations to express themselves and improve their gifts. Others splashed colors, so their papers will turn out fun and exciting. Some wrote love letters, so they could give and share it to the ones to whom their heart beats for. There are people who treasured their papers but there is a greater number of people who misused theirs.
There are people who did nothing with their papers and left it blank, void and meaningless. There are lots of people who scribbled just anything they wanted, turning their papers into a chaotic mess. Some tore their own papers apart and some ruined their seatmate’s craft. Some tried to copy another one’s work. Some burned their papers with hatred and rage. There are some who sold their papers for money and there are some who stained it completely with their sins. But I had my eyes open and I figured out that the best thing to do is to listen to our teacher, to not waste the paper he had given and to not waste the life he breathed into us.
I grab my pen and decided to make a Cartesian plane. I draw its x and y axes, a cross right at the middle of my paper. I graphed my life from my origin to where I am now then I passed it to my teacher. I passed it to him so he could direct the right path to where my line is heading. I passed it to him because he knows the coordinates of places I should coincide. I passed it to him so I could be tangent to the perfect circles of family and friends. I passed it to him so that the triangle of my choices will always be right and I passed it to him so that the slope of my existence wouldn’t be undefined.
We can do everything we want with our papers but when our time stops ticking and the teacher starts checking , make sure that your paper won’t end up crumpled with a heap of garbage in a trash can. We can do everything we want with our lives but make sure you wouldn’t end up regretting the things you have or haven’t done.