I despise being powerless, more than anything else on Earth. I face it with a burning resentment greater than the surface of the sun. I immediately get fired up when something happens and it's out of my control. Earthquake? I study up on seismologic science for a bit and try to think of better detection systems. Car crash? I figure out the specific reason and then try to mitigate the dangers of that cause. You can imagine my face, as an attitude riddled 14 year old, when my parents invited me to watch a movie about the world ending. I believe that was the only time I ever thought an expletive toward my parents as I read the movie's description. Now that I'm 17 I owe it to "2012", and my parents who made me watch it, for salvaging my crumbling life. The movie "2012" is about the entire Earth being flipped on its head. The most prominent characters are Helmsley and Curtis. Helmsley is the geologist that first discovered evidence that tectonic plate abnormalities were on course to wreak havoc on the world; resulting in him now being a crucial part in developing structures capable of surviving the modern day Ragnarok. Curtis is a father struggling to be so. He took his kids to Yellowstone where it's evident something is wrong after the military prevents them from inspecting an evaporated lake and then he meets a conspiracy theorist who informs him of what's happening and he starts trying to move his family across the world to a safe place. Both these people witnessed the deaths of billions right in front of them, but could do nothing. They were forced to move on as the ark they got on sailed the seeming never-ending ocean to find any few remaining land sources. It ended on a hopeful tone that humanity survives despite the the destruction of almost everything in life. I think the ending, in combination with the countless number of hopeless instances throughout, is what saved me. I've had breakdowns trying to negate problems from ever happening. In my life, that meant trying to solve every problem available. I was destroying myself and also damaging people around me. I would try and solve people's problems when all they wanted was a listener. I'd snap at my friends after being enraged and offended that I couldn't solve it, or that they didn't think I could. I believed failure to solve problems meant failure down the road. I believed being powerless doomed your life entirely and negated you any significance. That was all wrong. Helmsley was powerless against the force of Mother Nature and he couldn't stop the world from ending, but he still lives and so do many others due to his efforts. Curtis couldn't stop his family from being in danger, but he sure helped them get out of it time and time again. The reason it changed my life is it taught me a simple thing: I didn't have to solve every problem. Just the right ones. My life changed instantly. I stopped trying to solve every problem coming my way. Instead of people going away in annoyance after I try and instruct them, I listened to what they had to say and simply asked if they wanted further help. I no longer destroyed myself because I couldn't solve a problem in 10 hours that experts hadn't solved in 10 years. The movie "2012" was not only able to change my life but as a result led to me being able to improve everyone's lives around me as well.

I’ve chosen to become a weapons engineer and graduate with a degree in mechanical engineering. Normally, people hear that and immediately think, “This guy wants to kill people.” Their initial thoughts are understandable, but they couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve decided to become a weapons engineer to help save more lives. I want to create new “weapons” and devices that protect people and protect our country, but don’t take away life in the process. Imagine a new self defense gadget that has the efficiency and defensive effectiveness as a firearm, but without the need for the firearm and lethality. A way to efficiently defend yourself from a potential killer, without becoming a killer yourself. Sure, there are other non-lethal self defense options like baseball bats, but most people would probably agree they’d rather have a gun if it was a matter of defending themselves. My strong passion for this innovative revolution is a deep seated root of desiring justice for everyone. I’ve heard too many stories of a cop being forced to shoot a suspect or a home invader getting shot and dying before having a chance to stand trial. Now, the suspect was potentially dangerous. The intruder was trespassing, so the defendant in both scenarios had a right to defend themselves, I understand that; additionally, if the attempt or invasion was made with murderous intent, chances are the result was deserved. Those cases don’t bother me too much. However, my passion flares when I hear those same stories, but in cases the burglar ended up being a simple petty thief with no harmful intent or even a struggling parent trying to provide for their families in a tight period. All I can think of is, “Did they have to die?” If there were a way to not kill, but incapacitate, those people just efficiently, they could be given a fair trial. It sickens me that these situations always end the same, regardless of whether the invader is a murderer or a desperate beggar looking for food. But I will always agree that the priority is defending one’s own life. However, that brings me back to my point. Here’s my goal: use my master’s degree in mechanical engineering to design and manufacture self defense weapons that match firearms in efficiency and effectiveness, but eliminate the unnecessary loss of life. I plan to begin distribution to law enforcement, then civilians, allowing more traditional firearms to be round up and sent for military use. I bet when you read my first sentence, you had no idea that my true goal is to provide more equal justice and save more lives. Which also goes to show that not many people have, or have ever had, this same ambition or perspective. It is unique, which means achieving it will probably be pretty difficult, but if it improves society, then it will be worth far beyond every effort I put forth.

Achieving success requires a well-structured plan that accounts for financial, educational, and logistical considerations. My primary goal is to obtain a five-year master’s degree, secure a position as a weapons engineer, and eventually establish my own private security or private military agency. Each of these steps necessitates specific resources, financial planning, and strategic execution to ensure success. The first and most crucial step toward my career goals is obtaining a five-year master’s degree in a relevant field, such as mechanical engineering, materials science, or defense technology. The total cost of this education will depend on the university, but an estimate based on tuition, housing, books, and other expenses places it around $100,000 to $150,000 for five years. To finance this education, I plan to utilize a combination of scholarships, grants, and student loans. Additionally, I aim to work part-time in related fields, such as internships with defense contractors or research assistant positions, to gain practical experience and offset costs. Networking with professionals in the industry will also be crucial in finding mentors and internship opportunities. Upon completing my master’s degree, my next goal is to gain employment as a weapons engineer. This will involve applying to major defense contractors such as Lockheed Martin, Raytheon, or Northrop Grumman. The hiring process will require building a strong resume, obtaining security clearances, and continuously improving my technical and analytical skills. Starting salaries for weapons engineers typically range between $80,000 and $100,000, with significant potential for growth over time. To ensure success in this field, I plan to obtain additional certifications, such as those in cybersecurity or advanced ballistics technology. My goal is to gain five to ten years of industry experience, during which I will build a strong professional network and develop a deeper understanding of defense technology. After gaining sufficient expertise in the field, I plan to transition into entrepreneurship by starting my own private security or private military agency. This venture will require substantial capital, a solid business plan, and compliance with legal regulations. The estimated budget for launching this business includes legal and licensing fees, initial equipment and weapons procurement, training facilities and office space, insurance and security measures, and initial salaries and recruiting costs. In total, an initial investment of approximately $1.5 million will be required. I plan to accumulate savings from my engineering career, seek investors, and possibly apply for business loans or government contracts. By leveraging my industry experience and connections, I will ensure a smooth transition into the private sector. My timeline for achieving these goals is structured to maximize both learning and financial security. During the first five years, I will complete my master’s degree while gaining industry experience through internships. In the following five to ten years, I will work as a weapons engineer, advance in the industry, and build financial stability. Between years eleven and fifteen, I will focus on saving capital, establishing business plans, securing funding, and forming my security agency. Finally, beyond the sixteenth year, I will launch and expand the business, focusing on innovation and compliance. By adhering to this structured plan, I can achieve my long-term objectives while ensuring financial and professional stability. Success in each phase will depend on careful financial planning, industry networking, and continuous self-improvement. Through this approach, I aim to contribute to defense technology and security in a meaningful way while fulfilling my entrepreneurial ambitions.

When you’re a kid, you want to be curious. Curious about what that blade of grass tastes like, why those monkey bars are those colors, why the world works like this and not like that, what mom and dad are suspiciously hiding in their room during Christmas time, or why you have to go to school instead of just playing outside in the spring warmth and chirping birds. When you’re a teen, you want to vent. Vent about your parents being unfair, vent about this person you find annoying, vent about your romantic feelings for someone, or maybe vent about all those feelings and emotions pent up inside that you want so desperately to let go of, but feel pressured to keep them hidden. When you become an adult, you want to live. Living life and taking that trip to Spain, writing that novel you’ve always wanted, checking out that once-in-a-lifetime experience that everyone claims you’ll get at that city you’ve hardly heard of, and then slowing it down and living with a family and being able to watch your children grow up and be so proud of them. I love writing because it encapsulates all of that. You’re curious, so you read others’ writing and discover wonder. You’re overwhelmed, so you write into a journal, letter, text message, or scribble on a note to release those injustices and emotions you feel. You want to live, so you write out a whole new universe where you live in the imaginary, yet very vivid tapestries of what you created. Writing allows you to be a kid, a teen, and an adult no matter what your actual age is. A 10-year old child can live within their own words’ ink just as vividly as an adult can. An adult can vent within a journal just as much as a teen can. Personally writing has allowed me to create an experience that would never have been cultivated otherwise, and allows me to extend that experience to others. Throughout college I plan on being able to write novels that give life to things that without writing would never have existed. I plan to create a writing blog, or write for a campus newspaper/magazine to help spread my beliefs about writing's importance. Sure, I’m an engineering major, but I know without writing, there would be characters, morals, countries, worlds, universes that all impacted the development of Earth that never would have existed. I want to be able to spread that knowledge throughout my college adventure and join as many writing, book, and literary clubs as I can so I’m able to continue writing things I want to such as my novels. There is also a beauty to writing that not many non-readers and non-writers get to experience. Actually, many writers and readers probably haven’t fully comprehended it either. To be fair, there’s a nearly incomprehensible amount of lessons in writing. Yet, no one bothers to look at the important lesson that writing itself provides us. Think about it. Writing is nothing more than physically, or digitally, putting ink on a piece of paper. Writing itself is simple. The tools given to you are simple and frankly insignificant in most of everyday life. Yet, that simplicity can unite, describe, discover, inspire, imagine, and create. That simplicity of ink on a page is able to live. That itself, is the lesson of; you can create the best out of anything even given the most simple tools. Even when given nothing, you can make everything. I love writing because isn’t that just beautiful?

I’ve chosen to become a weapons engineer and graduate with a degree in mechanical engineering. Normally, people hear that and immediately think, “This guy wants to kill people.” Their initial thoughts are understandable, but they couldn’t be further from the truth. I’ve decided to become a weapons engineer to help save more lives. I want to create new “weapons” and devices that protect people and protect our country, but don’t take away life in the process. Imagine a new self defense gadget that has the efficiency and defensive effectiveness as a firearm, but without the need for the firearm and lethality. A way to efficiently defend yourself from a potential killer, without becoming a killer yourself. Sure, there are other non-lethal self defense options like baseball bats, but most people would probably agree they’d rather have a gun if it was a matter of defending themselves. My strong passion for this innovative revolution is a deep seated root of desiring justice for everyone. I’ve heard too many stories of a cop being forced to shoot a suspect or a home invader getting shot and dying before having a chance to stand trial. Now, the suspect was potentially dangerous. The intruder was trespassing, so the defendant in both scenarios had a right to defend themselves, I understand that; additionally, if the attempt or invasion was made with murderous intent, chances are the result was deserved. Those cases don’t bother me too much. However, my passion flares when I hear those same stories, but in cases the burglar ended up being a simple petty thief with no harmful intent or even a struggling parent trying to provide for their families in a tight period. All I can think of is, “Did they have to die?” If there were a way to not kill, but incapacitate, those people just efficiently, they could be given a fair trial. It sickens me that these situations always end the same, regardless of whether the invader is a murderer or a desperate beggar looking for food. But I will always agree that the priority is defending one’s own life. However, that brings me back to my point. Here’s my goal: use my master’s degree in mechanical engineering to design and manufacture self defense weapons that match firearms in efficiency and effectiveness, but eliminate the unnecessary loss of life. I plan to begin distribution to law enforcement, then civilians, allowing more traditional firearms to be round up and sent for military use. I bet when you read my first sentence, you had no idea that my true goal is to provide more equal justice and save more lives. Which also goes to show that not many people have, or have ever had, this same ambition or perspective. It is unique, which means achieving it will probably be pretty difficult, but if it improves society, then it will be worth far beyond every effort I put forth.

I’ve endured my share of suicidal thoughts and attempts, along with countless others around the world, some almost successful as well. Yet, despite my efforts, something always prevented me from ending my life. Whether it was sharpened blades or poisoned fluids, numerous vivid visions of the future would permeate my mind at the speed of light: my parents sobbing over my tombstone, or discovering my lifeless body and cackling. However, the final vision remained consistent. Within an empty, dark void, stood “myselfs”: myself as a toddler, as a kid, and as a teen, each gazing into a mirror. My willingness to try to end my life was concerning, but it was even more captivating how this cryptic vision constantly thwarted it. Initially, I dismissed it as nothing more than cowardice. But deep down, I knew that was illogical. That same illogicality began to blossom into resilience. The resilience that bloomed from the vision gradually dissipated my depression, but it never fully depleted it. Then, on April 23rd, 2020, enlightenment befell me. Life, depression, mental problems–it’s all difficult. Taking your own life certainly seems like the only real escape, yet everyone claims it’s selfish. "Selfish of me? They’re unable to understand the excruciating extent of what I have to endure daily.” I’m sure that easily echoes with countless others’ struggles. However, suicide is selfish. I apologize, I know that’s hurtful to hear. However, even when you are enduring living Hell setting you ablaze, suicide remains selfish–and not because "you pass your pain onto others." The true reason why suicide is so selfish is because you are stealing from yourself. Yes, greed against YOURSELF. You’re robbing your baby self, your kid self, your current self, and your future self. The one thing on this planet that can never truly be replicated is your life. You can believe in multiple lives or an afterlife, if that makes you feel better; but YOU only have one conscious life on this Earth. I only have one conscious life to be Lucas Blakeman. You, a celebrity, a random person on the street; we all only have this singular life to be what we want to be. The question that must be asked is, “Am I truly going to ravage the goals and life I had dreamt for as a child?” The idiocy of that question ignited a new passion. Determined to make a difference, I became an advocate for improving mental health assistance for everyone around me. I conducted my own psychology research and mastered my own methods of communication that allow me to converse empathetically and sympathetically with anyone, also growing my personal support system by closely connecting myself with friends. Because of my aforementioned research, a year or two later, I successfully talked my best friend out of suicide and gradually assisted her out of her depression as well. In my life’s Olympic race, I had to jump over flames and over the jaws of death far too many times to count on two hands. However, it is undeniable that those hurdles are what shaped my character today. Those hurdles gave me the drive to push forward, to have ambitions, to turn my dreams into reality. But by far the most valuable thing I obtained from it all, was the passion to help. What was once my greatest enemy, the thing that made me believe I deserved nothing and that I only contributed to ruining everything, is now the reason I’m able to assist everyone around me out of the exact same situation that I was in before.

Why I’m a Fan of LeBron James and His Place in Basketball History The first time I ever witnessed LeBron James play basketball, I was captivated. He was the first player I’d seen who made me think wow. From that moment on, I became a fan—not just of the player, but of the phenomenon. There’s something extraordinary about the way LeBron approaches the game, blending sheer athleticism, intelligence, and skill in ways no one else has. He is, quite simply, the first player to make me feel like I was watching basketball on a different level, and even after two decades in the league, he continues to amaze me every time he steps onto the court. LeBron’s efficiency on the court is unparalleled. Whether it’s his pinpoint passes, his powerful drives to the basket, or his ability to score from almost anywhere, everything he does seems deliberate and masterful. He doesn’t waste motion or energy; he plays like a chess grandmaster, always thinking three steps ahead of his opponent. His playstyle combines physical dominance with a mental sharpness that makes him not just a player, but a strategist. Watching him orchestrate a fast break or dissect a defense feels like witnessing art in motion—an art defined by precision and perfection. What makes LeBron’s story even more incredible is how long he has sustained this level of excellence. In a league filled with young stars constantly vying for the throne, LeBron has remained one of the best players well into his forties. To put it in perspective: most players peak in their late twenties or early thirties, but LeBron is still dominating, still redefining what it means to age in the NBA. He’s not just competing with players half his age—he’s leading them. This longevity speaks volumes about his work ethic, his commitment to his craft, and his understanding of how to take care of his body. There’s also something poetic about the possibility of LeBron playing alongside his son, Bronny. The idea of a father sharing the court with his son at the highest level of competition is unprecedented in the NBA and adds another layer to LeBron’s legacy. It’s not just about his personal greatness—it’s about inspiring future generations, including his own family, to aim higher and dream bigger. As for whether LeBron James is the greatest basketball player of all time, the debate is complex. Some will argue for Michael Jordan’s unmatched championship resume or Kobe Bryant’s killer instinct. Others might point to Wilt Chamberlain’s dominance or Kareem Abdul-Jabbar’s scoring record. But what makes LeBron’s case unique is the combination of all these elements: his championships, his individual accolades, his ability to adapt his game over time, and his sheer consistency across two decades. He has been the face of the league for longer than anyone in history, and his impact on and off the court is immeasurable. Ultimately, whether or not LeBron is the GOAT depends on what you value most in basketball. For me, his ability to make me say “wow” every time I see him play, even after all these years, puts him in a category of his own. He has redefined greatness not just through his achievements, but through the joy and awe he brings to the game. And while the GOAT debate may never be settled, one thing is certain: LeBron James has forever changed the way we think about basketball.

Adversity is like a Skinwalker; it takes many forms: events, conditions, or people. Sometimes it comes from within; actually, most of the time it's self-inflicted. For me, my biggest adversity came from one person during one event, but it was that event which would end up reshaping my life for the rest of my years to come. It was my 8th grade year in the final regular season game of our middle school soccer team. I was the best player on our team, not fantastic, but definitely the best. We were going against our biggest rivals. We'd won one game the whole season, and it was against them. They'd won none. Up until this point in time, I faced adversity every day coming from myself. I struggled heavily with self-esteem and confidence issues (due to depression) and was no stranger to thinking myself lower than trash. I hated talking to people. I was polite, but still hated myself and stayed silent the whole time. So going into this game was no different. A few minutes into the game, I got a penalty kick. For those unfamiliar with soccer, it's essentially a golden opportunity to score with a free kick from just a few yards in front of the goal. The referee was getting everything ready when I heard one of their better players whisper, "You're an idiot, you suck so much," though he used many more expletives. I was understandably taken aback. At first, my mind agreed with him because I had often thought the same thing. For a moment, I felt tears welling up. But then the feeling was gone. Instead it was replaced with pitiful spite directed towards that guy. The referee blew the whistle, and I blasted the ball into the upper corner of the goal with all my strength. At that moment, I couldn't imagine how to describe the joy I felt as I heard the crowd cheer and my teammates surround me. But now I can say, it was pride. The first time in my life I ever felt pride for myself. To this day I don't know what made the self-hatred disappear, I'd need to ask a psychologist. But from that game onward, I began to take control of my life. That moment made me realize it was possible to believe in myself. It was that moment that let me believe I'm something more than garbage. I no longer stayed silent; I became social and made numerous friends. I became confident and ended up becoming a leader in all my extracurriculars. It got me on track to figuring out my passions in life such as music and science. All it takes is one moment, no matter how big or small it is, it takes just one moment to turn your life around. So my advice as someone who was contemplating suicide, just wait it out. Give life a chance. Even if you hate participating, participate anyway and hate it. You never know when something, or someone, you hate can end up fixing your entire life.

I endured my share of depression-induced suicidal thoughts and attempts, just like countless others around the world. Some were even almost successful. Yet, despite my efforts, something always prevented me from ending my life. Whether it was sharpened blades or poisoned fluids, numerous vivid visions of the future would invade my mind at the speed of light: My parents sobbing over my tombstone, or discovering my lifeless body and cackling at it. But the final vision remained consistent. Within an empty, dark void, stood myself. Myself as a toddler, as a kid, and as a teen gazing into a mirror. I was concerned about my willingness to try to end my life, but more so how this cryptic vision constantly prevented it. Initially I dismissed it as nothing more than tragic cowardice. But deep down, I knew this was not true and found myself growing mentally steadfast. The resilience that bloomed from the vision gradually dissipated my depression, but it never fully banished it. Then April 23rd, 2020, I finally grasped its meaning. Life, depression, mental problems–it’s all difficult.Taking your own life certainly seems like the only real escape, yet everyone claims it’s selfish. "Selfish of me? They’re unable to understand the painful extent of what I have to endure daily.” I said that before, and that probably echoes with countless others battling internal struggles. But alas, suicide... Is selfish. Even when you are enduring living Hell setting you ablaze, suicide remains selfish–not because "you pass your pain onto others". The true reason why suicide is so selfish is because you are stealing from yourself. Yes, selfishness against YOURSELF. You’re robbing your baby self, your kid self, your teen self, your current self, and your future self. The one thing on this planet that can never truly be replicated is your life. You can believe in multiple lives, or an afterlife, if that makes you feel better; but YOU only have one conscious life on this Earth. I only have one conscious life to be Lucas Blakeman. You, a celebrity, or a random person on the street, we all only have this singular life to be what we want to be. And the question I asked myself was, “Am I truly going to ravage the goals and life I had dreamt for as a child?” My now life-long resilience answered for me. I became an advocate for improving mental health assistance for everyone around me. I did my own psychology research and mastered my own methods of communication that allow me to converse empathetically and sympathetically and become a beacon of assistance for anyone; friend or stranger. Because of the aforementioned methods and research, a year or two later I successfully talked my best friend out of self-harm and proceeded to help gradually ease her out of her depression as well. Additionally I started an Instagram page where I encouraged people to come forth with their problems and also posted quotes, life lessons, and scripture from the Bible to try and assist anyone whether directly or indirectly. The page is no longer used, but it served its purpose and gave me the chance to connect with school society a little more. Some friends even spread it outside of school to family members which extended my influence from school-wide to town-wide. Furthermore, I’m initiating the process of creating a Youtube channel to maintain throughout the rest of my life to provide the same level of information and counseling but with a more entertainment based approach to hopefully spread to an international audience. Lastly, I want to be a unifier. Through healing and preserving the Earth via Geology, connecting to people from all walks of life and across the world, and preventing dreams, goals, and lives from ever being ravaged again.

It is undeniable; everyone loves seeing a genius work their magic. The irresistible, captivating way they conjure 20 page blueprints out of their mind, masterfully persuade others, and gain endless amounts of control over whatever they desire. And to go along with that, the naturally competitive nature of most watchers easily inspires us to think that we too could be, or even defeat someone like that. Now imagine your dismay when you realize what a true genius is. Where even in a school overflowing to the brim with intelligent and cunning students along with other geniuses, no one is able to gain victory over them. That is the essence you get to experience watching Classroom of the Elite. Calling it just an anime or a story cannot in any way do it justice; this is an absolute masterpiece of entertainment with the perfect mix of fright, shock and awe, psychology, and action. Classroom of the Elite follows the story of a high school teenager named Ayanokoji Kiyotaka. Ayanokoji is no mundane teenager however. Since birth he was raised in what is called "The White Room", an experimental area where children are tested rigorously to discover who the most intelligent ones are. He far exceeded the intellect beyond any average adult and even the "average" genius. But due to limited contact with the outside world, he developed 0 emotional capabilities of his own. When he got to the boarding high school he was attending, which was notorious for having exceedingly great students, he really had no clue what he was even doing there. Despite his genius, he chooses not to stand out. Only purposely scoring average on tests, hiding the fact he is incredibly athletic, and never takes credit for any of the genius plans he puts into place. But if anything, that is what adds to the shock factor. Watch a few episodes and you know who it is that makes the plans, who wins completely unwinnable situations, who manages to manipulate an entire school through just a few people--and yet it still comes as a shock every time because it is so eye-catchingly unnatural to see such talent and skill utilized so well by someone who hates being credited. The entire show follows the same characteristic where there is so many similarities within our world and COTE that you can connect with certain characters and understand situations because at the end of the day, these people are just kids and adults just like the ones in our would. But it is also different from our normal world in enough ways that it becomes an entertaining show without completely desensitizing viewers from an abundance of ridiculousness and comical occurrences. The final reason why this anime is so captivating is it has PLETHORAS of deep life lessons scattered throughout it such as recognizing what people to avoid or how to identify peoples' motives that could really end up helping in real life. Every episode's title is a different moral quote and it is not uncommon to be able to recognize a quote's lesson in multiple episodes before/after you see it. Classroom of the Elite is truly an underrated and under-loved anime, with it presenting an intricate web of intellect, strategy, and psychological depth along with masterfully toeing the line of creation to formulate a show that has the relatable aspects of our world with the entertainment aspects of insane, bizarre show. Each episode also imparts deep lessons, cementing COTE as a criminally underrated masterpiece of anime.

I despise being powerless, more than anything else on Earth. I face it with a burning resentment greater than the surface of the sun. I immediately get fired up when something happens and it's out of my control. Earthquake? I study up on seismologic science for a bit and try to think of better detection systems. Car crash? I figure out the specific reason and then try to mitigate the dangers of that cause. You can imagine my face, as an attitude riddled 14 year old, when my parents invited me to watch a movie about the world ending. I believe that was the only time I ever thought an expletive toward my parents as I read the movie's description. Now that I'm 17 I owe it to "2012", and my parents who made me watch it, for salvaging my crumbling life. The movie "2012" is about the entire Earth being flipped on its head. The most prominent characters are Helmsley and Curtis. Helmsley is the geologist that first discovered evidence that tectonic plate abnormalities were on course to wreak havoc on the world; resulting in him now being a crucial part in developing structures capable of surviving the modern day Ragnarok. Curtis is a father struggling to be so. He took his kids to Yellowstone where it's evident something is wrong after the military prevents them from inspecting an evaporated lake and then he meets a conspiracy theorist who informs him of what's happening and he starts trying to move his family across the world to a safe place. Both these people witnessed the deaths of billions right in front of them, but could do nothing. They were forced to move on as the ark they got on sailed the seeming never-ending ocean to find any few remaining land sources. It ended on a hopeful tone that humanity survives despite the the destruction of almost everything in life. I think the ending, in combination with the countless number of hopeless instances throughout, is what saved me. I've had breakdowns trying to negate problems from ever happening. In my life, that meant trying to solve every problem available. I was destroying myself and also damaging people around me. I would try and solve people's problems when all they wanted was a listener. I'd snap at my friends after being enraged and offended that I couldn't solve it, or that they didn't think I could. I believed failure to solve problems meant failure down the road. I believed being powerless doomed your life entirely and negated you any significance. That was all wrong. Helmsley was powerless against the force of Mother Nature and he couldn't stop the world from ending, but he still lives and so do many others due to his efforts. Curtis couldn't stop his family from being in danger, but he sure helped them get out of it time and time again. The reason it changed my life is it taught me a simple thing: I didn't have to solve every problem. Just the right ones. My life changed instantly. I stopped trying to solve every problem coming my way. Instead of people going away in annoyance after I try and instruct them, I listened to what they had to say and simply asked if they wanted further help. I no longer destroyed myself because I couldn't solve a problem in 10 hours that experts hadn't solved in 10 years. The movie "2012" was not only able to change my life but as a result led to me being able to improve everyone's lives around me as well.