Nothing seems more foolish than someone wandering through life without direction, like a traveler lost in the dark without a map. At least, that’s the perception society promotes. But isn’t it more foolish to condemn ignorance when it’s an essential part of the human experience? Every misstep, every miscalculation, is a step in life’s journey. Ignorance isn’t stupidity—it’s where learning begins.

Humanity’s existence.

Human life begins from the union of two cells—a sperm and an ovum—forming a single zygote, which then grows through a complex process and turns into unique individuals. Despite our identical origins, the lives we lead couldn’t be more different. And yet, many of us leave this world carrying the same burden of regrets, as if we ever had the choice to live without them.

From the moment we enter this world—this place we call “Earth”—we begin our evolution. We start with primal cries and babbling sounds, slowly learning to form words, then sentences, then entire speeches. We take our first steps, toddling back and forth, and soon we’re running—through school hallways, across open fields, toward whatever life places in front of us. Then comes standing up for ourselves, turning our backs on the people who raised us, and later, finding our way back to them, sometimes too late.

Years pass. We age. The body weakens, and we’re forced to grapple with the limitations we once thought distant. There’s a grace in accepting the fragility of it all, but the inevitability of death still cuts deep, no matter how prepared we think we are. And when death comes, we leave behind grief in its wake—the cries of those who mourn, the memories of friendships once cherished. One day, we become the departed. Life, at least in its familiar form, reaches its end.

Or so society tells us.

The truth is, not every life unfolds this way. Death, like life, comes in countless forms, and each one tells its own story. We’re born into this world and pressured to find a purpose, as though life without one is meaningless. But the act of simply living—just being—isn’t foolish. It isn’t ignorant. It’s human.

Life is cyclical, predictable in some ways, yet endlessly mysterious. Even now, we can’t claim to understand everything. Take DNA, for example—a force so small, yet so vast in its power. It works without conscious thought, shaping lives without asking permission. Unless we learn to control it, it can alter existence in ways both beautiful and catastrophic. Genetic predisposition, epigenetics, mutations, gene editing, heritability. DNA is proof that even in the repetition of life, there’s unpredictability—that the unknown still governs much of what we are.

And maybe that’s the point. In a world that demands purpose, perhaps there’s nothing more profound than simply living, embracing the chaos, and allowing ourselves to be human.

What might life look like thousands, millions, or even billions of years from now? Will it be a catastrophe? An evolution of human DNA into something unrecognizable? Or perhaps a world dominated by machines, advanced technologies, and extraterrestrial odds? The possibilities stretch endlessly, and the uncertainty is as thrilling as it is daunting.

And how does human life end? Frankly speaking, life won’t end—not as long as there’s a world to sustain it. If humanity fades away, something else will inevitably rise in its place, even if it takes millions or billions of years to happen. Life doesn’t stop; it simply changes form, over and over again. There’s something both humbling and exhilarating about that thought, isn’t there?

But let’s step back from such far-reaching ideas and return to the here and now. Let’s focus on the path a single life takes, the road each of us walks. People often say that high school is one of the most exciting chapters of life—a turning point where the world starts to feel bigger, brighter, and more alive.

You find yourself surrounded by all kinds of people. There are the loud, rowdy ones who seem to live in the moment. They might feel like the best people to hang out with—or maybe not, depending on your idea of "fun." Then there are the studious ones, so focused and disciplined they can’t leave their desks without finishing the tasks they’ve carefully planned out.

And of course, you meet a different kind of crowd, too: those who drift aimlessly, unsure about what’s happening in their lives. They laugh, they coast, they wonder. They’re as lost as you are, though no one would ever say it out loud. And then there’s you, standing in the middle of it all—unsure where you belong, unsure who you really are.

High school, for all its hype, is less about discovering the answers and more about learning to live with the questions. It’s messy and confusing, but it’s a moment in time when everything feels like it’s moving, changing, and shaping who you’ll become.

In the annals of history, some hundred and fifty years past, there existed a city called Hoffell in the country of Elnealin. This city has reigned supreme in its majesty and it dwarfed all other cities. Rich in government resources, tourist spots, renowned culture, and well-governed, even the people of Hoffell were a sight to behold. Crime was devoid in all areas. If one were to imagine a perfect city, Hoffell had it all. Or so, that’s what society wanted everyone to believe.

At the heart of Hoffell stood three towering schools: Bihira, Minstrel, and Penrith. These weren’t just schools—they were the pride of Hoffell which each had its own uniqueness, architecture and history. They were known for their fierce competition, constantly striving to outdo one another in academics, sports, and cultural activities. This rivalry, however, was a source of pride for the city as it pushed each giant school to achieve excellence, making them as close to perfection as one could imagine. 

Yet, among these titans, one institution always stood a step ahead. Bihira International High, with its state-of-the-art facilities, a faculty renowned for their brilliance, and an unwavering commitment to excellence, Bihira consistently claimed the top spot in every aspect. Whether it was dominating academic rankings, clinching victories in sports, or earning accolades in cultural competitions, Bihira remained the gold standard. Its reputation stretched far beyond Hoffell’s borders, attracting students from across Elnealin and even neighboring countries. 

A school that looks like a grand castle, its tall towers piercing the sky, every wall adorned with intricate designs that tell stories of craftsmanship and elegance. It’s not just a school, it’s an institution reserved exclusively for the elites. Surrounding it are sprawling gardens, filled with perfectly manicured trees, vibrant flowers, and a magnificent fountain that serves as the centerpiece. Paved paths wind their way through the gardens, leading to the grand entrance and weaving around the grounds.

There are state-of-the-art science labs equipped with the latest technology, computer rooms designed for innovation, and a library so vast and rich it could compete with the great libraries of the world. There were spaces also dedicated to art and music.

The sports facilities are equally impressive. Vast fields stretch across the grounds, capable of hosting national-level matches. The gymnasium equipment would make professional athletes envious, and the swimming pool isn’t just a pool—it’s a private oasis of shimmering water, perfect for both training and leisure.

Imagine stepping out of a rigorous academic session and strolling into a sleek, modern café right on campus. It’s the perfect spot for students to grab a gourmet coffee, dive into some light reading, or simply relax and catch up with friends. But that’s just the beginning. The school also boasts its very own mini-mall, designed to cater to every need and desire of its elite students. From high-end fashion boutiques to well-stocked bookstores, the mall offers a little bit of everything. For entertainment, Bihira International High spares no expense. There’s an on-campus cinema for movie enthusiasts, billiards tables and arcades for casual fun, and even a small amusement park complete with food stalls and luxurious treats. And for those who crave a more exclusive nightlife experience, the school features private clubs and casinos where the best DJs, hosts, dealers, and entertainers from around the world make regular appearances. This isn’t just for the students, either. Faculty members are also welcome to enjoy the school’s vibrant offerings with designated schedules to ensure that everyone has the opportunity to indulge.

All of these can be found in an institution we refer to as Bihira International High. This is the pinnacle of education and the first-ranked institution in the entire country.

However appealing it may sound, nothing in this world can truly be called perfect—not even if it promises to last forever. Everything has its flaws, its inevitable downfall, even an institution as revered as this. Why? Because utopia is a concept born of fiction, an ideal that cannot exist in reality. Despite all of these High-End Academic Premier Luxury Educational Resorts or anything of that sort, nothing can beat how this institution treats some of its students. Specific students as we call it.