"to care or not to care"

To care or not to care, yes thats the question:
is it better in our minds to not,
and live a quiet life of lies,
than to actually live, and take charge,
and in that action find who one truly is. In that,
in our deepest thoughts, do we think to end,
that which is our darkness, our demons,
that flesh is heir to. It's a thought to definately consider,
a hope to strive for. To face your darkness, to care,
to think of the end. Yeah, that the problem all right,
for in facing those demons, who knows what skeletons one may find,
having decided to fight, and not cower in fear,
must stop our hands. There's the heart of the matter,
that makes it so hard to do.
for who would think to fight,
againt the certain doom of these inner selves,
who to live, and who to die,
in order that all peace may be had,
when it's so much easier just to die. Who would,
in their right mind, suffer through this terrible task,
but the fear of what lies beyond,
in this undiscovered country,
from which no one ever returns, yes it definately makes one think:
would we trade our known pains, for those that aren't?
are we that naive?
for we are held captive by our fear,
and even the greatest endeavors of mankind,
are turned to dust by the inability to act.

Loving A Grendel

1.
To love a Grendel is hard. Especially one as horrid as Dylan. However, that's what I endeavered to do. Hopefully I made an impression on his poor, abjectly miserable life.
All joking aside, being nice to Dylan was my project for "Loving a Grendel". I was nice to him all day monday, with less sarcastic comments than normal, and tried to get to know him a little bit.
2.
I chose Dyaln as a "Grendel" because he was a person I normally don't interact with on a regular basis, and I thought it would be kinda interesting.
3.
Because I'm naturally sarcastic. I realize that it's not always well-liked in most circles, but I wanted to try to be nice to him for once...
4.
I think I'm starting to build a semi-friendship with him! That's kinda nice, because I hope to make an impact on his "life"...

Personal Statement

As I sat in the cold metal chair, I rocked back and forth, full of the nervous energy any 5 year old child would have. A nurse entered the room, and told me to follow her - through the door she'd just entered from. As I entered, I was met by the beeping of myriads of monitors, and the the sight of a small boy, so hooked up to tubes that he looked like a spider trapped in his own web. I realized, "This is my little brother". A tag around his left ankle told his name, Joshua, and that he was born with half a heart.
I was told by a passing doctor that "He would be going into surgery for another (whole) heart that very next day". That was the first, and last, time I saw him alive. That evening he passed away, the very night before he was to go into surgery to save his life.
Growing up with that spectre looming over me, it has been difficult for my family, my siblings, and me to forget him, from what little we'd been able to experience. Apparently, he was just like me as a baby, looks and all, or so my mom says. After that sad experience, I've grown into who I am as a person: strong, loyal, and giving. Losing my little brother made me grow up faster than I probably would have otherwise. It has made me realize how precious life is, and how fleeting. I live my life to be strong, independent individual that will make my little brother (and family members who have gone before), look down on me and be proud that I was a member of their family.