How I Consider a Special Place
When I sit here and really think of my special place, the place where I go to be alone or just plain relax, I realize I am teenage boy. What things should I think of? When a person is a teenager, psychologists say, people tend to ask themselves one main question; 'Will my life be worth living?' I overview some stages in my life and realize that my special place sometimes isn't alone.
I think of a special place as with that special someone. Where I can say, "this life might be worth while with them." Then again, I am only and teenager and what would I know? But the way we talk, sometimes intelligent and other times just for fun, set things into motion for us to relax and be comfortable with ourselves and the world. The way she looks at me and smiles. Just the way she looks (that is the times I admire her when she doesn't know I am) is another thing she has to put me into that trance of specialness. When we aren't with each other, one thing brings me to that place. The scent of her, that special fragrance that makes me remember her so I can feel the memories with her. The scents may be her perfume walking next to me in the hall, the smell of my clothes after sitting with her, or the feminine lotion that she accidently rubbed off on me.
I have other scents that drive me into a crazy nostalgia of other special places. These places always seem to warm me. Of course me and that special someone have had conflicting times together, but the exception comes by the overpower of good that was brought. When I come close to a wrestling mat I smell the rubber, sweat, or whatever that strange stench is. With one breath I feel strong like Superman in the rays of Earth's yellow sun. I am no superman though. I have had plenty of strife in this place. Loosing weight, practice wrestling with someone I could never beat, and fighting with a will to win are all things I deal with. I wake up early in the morning to travel far and compete to be the best one there (at my weight.) It makes me feel good to see what I accomplish. Getting first place is the best.
I have to beat a lot of experienced wrestlers to get the first place. Mostly wrestlers I know. There really isn't any of them I have a grudge against so we become loose friends. Also, these friends I make during these competitions remind me that this is a special place and I am reminded from the odor of this arena.
There is one aroma I won't ever forget. All year round I sometimes get a whiff of something that will never go away. I smell it in the summer when I sit at the lake, mow my lawn, or work in the dusty fields. In the fall it comes to me with the rotting leaves. My favorite in the winter, it blankets my nose with a sensational outside scent I can't forget or get away from. Things like cold air over snow remind me off fun times outside. How the cold changes, makes my body experience a need to be warmer. When the spring comes it is warmer. Love is in the air. Could it possibly be because people need to get out and feel the sweet aroma of warmer weather? I think it so. I also think the spring showers on newly sprouting flowers is another love I have with the air.
No matter what my love of smell is, it always brings me to a special place. Feminine, masculine, or naturalistic, I have many special places I am found of due to a sense. A sense not only I, but everyone has, their sense of smell. Is it too much for me to say life is worth living because "it smells to good be true?"