Time's Rival
During the year 1999 the world populatin hit 6 billion. By 2020 it is estimated that we will hit 7 billion. This is 7 billion lives, 7 billion stories. Yet no text book will ever have nearly as many pages nor cover as many lives. Though our population will continue to increase, there are many stories that will go untold; and if you add in abortion, there are many stories that will never get to unfold. As humans we only live for so long. Compared to earth we live on, we live very short lives. So how can one beat time? how can one live on? Eistein proved long ago that time travel is impossible, but there is no need to travel through time when it can be seen. Take a stroll through Cleveland (not at night kids...maybe not even during the day...just travel in groups...big groups)and one can see history, both its past and in the making (if it's in the making and smells like paint it's probably illegal and you need to stay away).
Graffiti has outraged many people in cities and businesses alike in Cleveland. Some are gang related, political, and some are just there. Though this causes many problems, it solves a big one, a natural craving one could call it. It defeats time. Though time is still going the work is still there; some one's story is still there. To want to leave a legacy is a natural tendency. Graffiti isn't the only example. If one looks upon a tomb stone, they very likely to find words upon it. Some may say things such as " a wonderful husband" or even possibly "the husband that should have never existed". These words are another way one can leave a legacy behind, as miniscule as it may be.
Time is infinite and will always be. It cannot be stopped for anyone. However it has been beaten by great heroes of our time and who's stories can be found in vast amounts of text books. Not all, however, are so fortunate. Not all can be noticed enough that another person or group of people will write your legacy. For those who fit in this category, one can see an outcry. An outcry to be seen, heard, and remembered, for some would argue these words define one's existence. It is much like the saying "If a tree falls and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?" If anyone wanted to be that tree than the billboards we see and the pictures we took would be pointless. The writing in cleveland defines its existence, for it is the only part of us that needs no heart to beat or lungs to breath. It closest thing to immortal we can create.
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