i started this one a little while ago, in the thick of papers. it's still relevant...
i'm in a funny place. it's a place where the inspirations are so built up i'm afraid they may fade. do you ever get there? it feels like this...
i want to write a song...but i really need to do my paper
i've just watched a warm and wonderful movie...but i don't know what to do with it but sit here and smile for a bit
i want to take on the world, see it one awe-inspiring bit at a time...but i have class on monday
i want to sleep out in the park under the stars or go walk around the city all night...but it's cold, and i have work to do tomorrow and really, it's probably best to just go home
how do you find that space between responsibility and spontaneity?
between what "makes sense" and what makes experiences?
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i fought myself over these very questions throughout 5 years of college...and i still do wish i had more memories than grades...it helped to have things like the Halloween Club ;)...and to sneak in those secret midnight strolls...to capitalize on the blessed walls i hit where no words were there, to recognize divine appointments, and to realize (too late of course) that it's nonsensical to become an expert and a whole person by age 23 and that that's not what anyone is entirely expecting anyways (they just mostly want to see you tried and can format a paper correctly...a rare and lovely few even want you to deny them the format because you found yourself becoming something new through it)
"oh the places you will go..."
-- dr. seuss
hey, i was bored in class so i thought about some changes.
if you don't like them, please adjust them to suit the morning light and the sound of running water.
let me know what you think
i like them just fine. i like YOU just fine.
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