Male TIIIIMMMMEEE!
Thus ends another semester. The tragedy of it all is that once it is over, one can never recapture the beauty that was.
BULL SHIT.
I'm so ready to be able to wake up when I want to. I'll have time to run, again. Oh, sweet glorious running. I miss you.
I feel though to look forward to what you can do demeans what you've already done.
By you I mean me. Stop getting so full of yourself.
That's not to say future gazing is necessarily a bad thing, but the line must be drawn when it comes at the expense of the past. Throughout our early lives, we as a species look forward to the later points in our life. When we're kids, we want to be teens, teens want to be in college, the collegiate students want to graduate and get a job, and after all that we pretty much just want to be dead.
However, looking in retrospect at all we've accomplished seems to me to be a far more useful avocation.Seemingly infinite paths through life lay before us, but only one past. The future hols so many unknowns, so many avenues as to make on feel small. After all, in comparison with infinity, one can scarcely feel important at all.
The past however, exists in a finite state. It's something we can hold on to. We as people are limited by intellectual boundaries. Perhaps they're put on us by the constructs of modern society; maybe they exist as a biological limitation. I'm not here to comment on why we can't understand it. I'm here to offer an alternative.
Regardless of how sordid that life we've led, there is something to show for each and every one of us. When I look back on what led me to this point in my life, I know everything is ok.
A smart man once said, "God had one son on earth without sin, but never one without suffering." The suffering though makes us what we are. The repeated hammer blows of fate forcing us into a stronger person. As St. Augustine says, it is part of the human experience. There is no way around it.
Jane Austen once said, 'One does not love the place less for having suffered in it.' No truer words could be written.
In the greater scheme of things, I guess, knowing where you're going isn't nearly as important as how you got there.
A picture of me in the past. Scary!!!!

