Today in school, i could not help thinking about my life after hearing about the author Ernest Hemingway. He is often considered to be the greatest American writer but he lived a life of despair and depression. When I think about my life, a lot of things come to mind. The classic guy stuff, like the day i lost my virginity and the first girl i ever made out of with. Then i went a little bit deeper, i thought about all the people that i have affected in my life. All the insults that i have said because of impulsive mood swings. When i think of myself, i see to distinct sides. One side loves to socialize, go out, and have a great time. The other side loves to read comics, watch movies, and ply video games. To me, thats what life is all about. Enjoying Yourself, and making the most of the opportunities that come your way. When i Die i want to be able to say that i lived each and every day to the fullest and impacted those around me in positive ways.