There is a place‒ a place in which my heart lightens at the memory of. This is a place where everything seems too perfect, and where I learned of a concept called acatalepsy: the idea that it is truly impossible to understand anything. This secluded sanctimonious space known as Horse Shoe Lake on a hiking trail in Red River, New Mexico, heralds a feeling of pinning and existentialism for me. In my memory, the first thing my mind and heart are drawn to is that of the tantalizing lake. This lake sits there in my mind gleaming at me, drawing me ever nearer to the last memory I share with my father. The radiant light rays of the sun bouncing off the surface back towards me fill my body with a sweltering sense of warmth that takes over me, reminding
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They prominently stand proud as ancient omniscient beings who whisper softly the knowledge of many generations, reminding me of just how young I truly am. Their scarred skin tainted by the carvings of man evoke a stiff knot in my chest that tightens due to the fact that humanity actually made a mark on these archaic creatures. An empty feeling echoes throughout my being as I listen to the rustling of the leaves as these golden-brown extensions emit a wrath similar to that of a thundering hailstorm passing through the night. This sound resonates through me, and places a crushing amount of pressure onto that of my already weary mind. Could the timeworn trees of Horse Shoe Lake actually provide me with a greater understanding of my place in this universe? Perhaps, my mind wonders, it is impossible to understand just how much a lake tainted by the memories of my past, a stretch of condescending mountains, and the hundreds of trees standing as a reminder of the ages contribute to the philosophical idea that my mind is responsible for where I perceive myself in this universe and how I long for a greater impact. This foreboding place known as Horse Shoe Lake is the place in which I find my will to make my reality make sense to my manic
They prominently stand proud as ancient omniscient beings who whisper softly the knowledge of many generations, reminding me of just how young I truly am. Their scarred skin tainted by the carvings of man evoke a stiff knot in my chest that tightens due to the fact that humanity actually made a mark on these archaic creatures. An empty feeling echoes throughout my being as I listen to the rustling of the leaves as these golden-brown extensions emit a wrath similar to that of a thundering hailstorm passing through the night. This sound resonates through me, and places a crushing amount of pressure onto that of my already weary mind. Could the timeworn trees of Horse Shoe Lake actually provide me with a greater understanding of my place in this universe? Perhaps, my mind wonders, it is impossible to understand just how much a lake tainted by the memories of my past, a stretch of condescending mountains, and the hundreds of trees standing as a reminder of the ages contribute to the philosophical idea that my mind is responsible for where I perceive myself in this universe and how I long for a greater impact. This foreboding place known as Horse Shoe Lake is the place in which I find my will to make my reality make sense to my manic