The Writing

This week has been quite the adventure. Staying up till 4 in the morning and screwing myself over the next day at school, oh boy. Now that its over though, i look back with happiness. Its such a good feeling to know its over. Then again...tomorrow's Sunday, which means homework, and the next day is Monday. Does it ever end?

I was feeling a bit...philosophical sorta.

I guess not. In this world, all the things that seem to good to be true, drift by all too quickly, and those dredging moments in class...all too slowly. It leaves you wondering. Whats the point? We go to school starting from the time that we can actually begin to remember and continue into our early 20's (late 20's and even early 30's for some). Then, we go into the "real world" work and work and work, striving to get to the top, to replace our boss, and our boss's boss and even the CEO if we got that far. Its all too grueling. Luckily at a certain point, when we are no longer able to work, we retire to a home in Florida. Then again, by that time, we don't have the energy to do much either.

And for me to say life is What can I say? beautiful, it seems to contradict everything.


It seems life is this never ending cycle of pure work and stress. Or is it? In my attempt to portray the malevolent qualities of life, I guess i have overshadowed the virtues of it as well. During this cycle, we have the chance to experience friendship, the all to indescribable feeling of love, and new life. We have those moments that take our breath away, and those moments that serve to provoke uncontainable laughter. Yes, we get all of this in life.

Friendship. One of the most powerful words that i have come to use. It is such an intangible yet normal part of life, that sometimes we take it for granted. It should definitely never be something that we accept. And yet i do, and maybe you do too. How often do we actually take a moment to remember all the things our friends have helped us get through and so fourth? In my case, it seems like not enough. I cherish my less than 10 friends (pathetic, i know) more than anything, but do they know that? I hope so.

Love. O love. How do i write on this subject? seems out of my ability to describe, for even words fail to portray this...emotion? Is it even an emotion, or does it have a category of its own? I wouldn't know, since other than love for my family and friends, I have never experienced love to the point of fully knowing what it is. Maybe someday I will, who knows.

New life. Most of us will see or experience the birth of a child. A baby. A new addition to the world. And to look at that baby and know that someday, he or she will experience everything that we have already prevailed and succeeded at. And to know that one day that baby will have the chance to experience all these intangible feelings of love and hate, of sadness and happiness, of anger and frustration. It, in itself is probably an indescribable feeling.

"What I know now will prove close to useless as i experience things later in life."

In other news. I've become addicted to uh...legal downloading services and in search of some soft acoustic sorta alternative music. mostly acoustic. Any suggestions?