The Epiphany: A Manifestation of Love

Now that I am a high school graduate, I have come to a significant epiphany. Now that I exist in primarily atavistic form, I am entirely infused into my Walworth sentiments, without the burden of assuming academic responsibilities which once caused me so much consternation. I am liberated from the tyranny that is the baccalaureate institution, from the hypocrisy that characterizes the student body, from the unscrupulous means that one once employed to advance in their studies, without consideration to those left behind.
And now that I have had the sufficient time to reflect and analyze upon the events of the previous year, I have realized the inanity, the futility of it all. I was once so concerned with achieving perfection. I so desperately desired to become the quintessential manifestation of such an evasive attribute, incessantly attempting to rationalize it all in my mind. But I failed to realize that evanescence exists for a reason. It is a nonexistent attribute. It has no tangible justification in nature. It obtains no fundament, no logicality. I expended my precious energy towards a cause I originally perceived as noble and just; on the contrary, I have been deceived of my own accord.
One cannot seek to manifest perfection. One must instead seek to become a manifestation of love. One must instead dedicate themselves entirely towards the fulfillment of this objective. Besides cognition, the second fundamental attribute of human nature is the ability to love. If we refuse to dedicate ourselves towards this cause, then we must not be human.
We must seek those who deserve, who merit, our affection. We cannot dedicate ourselves to manifesting animosity or hatred, because it is not within our constitution to emanate such a profound, malevolent emotion. We do obtain the capacity to emanate hatred and animosity, but then we cannot be considered human. We must be considered subhuman.
Recently, a significant individual has professed his eternal confidence in my abilities. He has bestowed unto me the gift of love. And because of this gift of inestimable value, he has led me back to myself. He has led me back to becoming an actual human being.
In forgetting to becoming a manifestation of love, we have forgotten what it is like to be human.