16 things learned at 16.

As one dips a digit into the relentless sea that disguises itself as teenagehood,

we ask several questions. 

Such as "How do I express all of these emotions?"

We are told that they are a hormonal imbalance. 

But then in turn we ask that question as well. 

Like a Clownfish and Blue Tang trying to find the noun that completes us.

This noun doth not lie in another,

but hidden within ourselves.

Whilst one scrambles over the floral corals they fall, 

tripping over one thing or the next always promising youself that everything is fine.

Then you learn that there are many times, 

when nothing on Earth is close to fine at all.

There are those times when it rains and

the new water clouds the rest of what you thought was yours to control. 

Sometimes your fins get caught in the oil spill that drip dropped from your eyes. 

The best is not in your past and the bigger waves are yet to come. 

You have but a snip of time left to do all of the wreckless things that you are to miss.

First days of school, appreciating that you don't need to feel the pain of age yet.

Those times that you can't savor enough with the people that you think you love.

This was and is the time to paddle before you dive.

Don't feel the nostalgia because

you'll hit the sand with the shore before the tide has the time to catch up. 

Do not drown in the blue because the white sea foam will come fast enough later. 

Sometimes the whale songs get a bit too voluminous, 

and the depths at which you fall will become too dark. 

It may take you too long to return and you will regret the time wasted.

But with that time wasted, 

there is no point to the mourning because

the ocean will swallow you whole someday anyway.

The nostalgia held writhing within yourself begins on the day you decided that 

you were ready to head out into the bustling sea of life itself,

with all of the sharks and beluga whales,

the shells and the gentle rustle of the neutral rocks. 

It takes the soul in the fish to find solace in the constant flow of the water,

never the fish itself. 

Funny that they pay so much attention to their fragile bodies,

and the instinct to always move.

Humans haven't the slightest of that. 

They stop to look at themselves through the seemingly polished glass that 

proves to be sharp and bloodied. 

A fish knows to never stop moving because it will never be about the color of scales,

but always revolving around a pulse. 

Most humans that have pulses don't have heartbeats anyway. 

But no matter how much you learn, 

there will always be a slightly different angle that makes the pearls look shinier.

There will be a median to the darkness. 

And there will be an end to the oil spills. 

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.