Today was a day such as any other day. It would have been beautiful outside had it not been so windy. The wind was awful and freezing. I’ve spent the last few days trying to track down the movie that I have to watch this week for philosophy. No one seems to have it… well Barnes and Noble might. That I have to find out tomorrow…
Once again I nearly didn’t get around to posting this. That wouldn’t have been good, I’d like to manage not to have to post on weekends for a while.
“City of Glass” came out today. My copy was in Louisville as of this evening. It’s not scheduled to get here until Friday, but I wouldn’t mind if it managed to get here sooner. I doubt that will happen, but who knows…
Alright, back to reading, and hopefully actually getting some sleep tonight.
Showing posts with label Ramble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ramble. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Travel Ramble
If I could go anywhere in the world right this instant and not have to consider any responsibilities, I would jump in my car and just drive. I wouldn’t have any particular location that I would have to reach. The idea is soothing.
Sometimes I become easily immersed in whatever is stressing me out in the moment that it’s refreshing to imagine taking a step back and remembering to breathe. It often feels as though
I’ve forgotten to breathe. I don’t think of this notion as running away, so much as I consider it an opportunity to clear my head.
So many times whatever is stressing us out is related to a time or place it dwells in the atmosphere that surrounds us on a daily basis. We feel trapped by circumstances and regrets. Melancholy can be an overwhelming thing, an intangible wall that over time surrounds and encases us making escape seem impossible. There are moments when it is necessary to remove yourself from the equation, to forget the problem if even only for a moment in time.
There are so many things that I want to do, things that I need to do, and then there are the things that I am compelled to do. It is easy to feel weighed down by things that in hindsight are insignificant.
Sometimes I become easily immersed in whatever is stressing me out in the moment that it’s refreshing to imagine taking a step back and remembering to breathe. It often feels as though
I’ve forgotten to breathe. I don’t think of this notion as running away, so much as I consider it an opportunity to clear my head.
So many times whatever is stressing us out is related to a time or place it dwells in the atmosphere that surrounds us on a daily basis. We feel trapped by circumstances and regrets. Melancholy can be an overwhelming thing, an intangible wall that over time surrounds and encases us making escape seem impossible. There are moments when it is necessary to remove yourself from the equation, to forget the problem if even only for a moment in time.
There are so many things that I want to do, things that I need to do, and then there are the things that I am compelled to do. It is easy to feel weighed down by things that in hindsight are insignificant.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Nothing Much to Say
I haven’t had the time recently to read for pleasure. I want to change that this weekend, but first I have some homework to catch up on. Thankfully I got all of my online work done for the week, but I also want to work on some of next week’s material as well. The goal is not to have to worry about anything school related over spring break. We’ll see if I can manage it.
By Friday night I should have all the loose ends tide up. Of course, it doesn’t help matters that I agreed to work a twelve hour shift tomorrow. It’s hard to refuse the hours, and how hard can it really be? I’m sure I’ll think differently come midnight tomorrow, but hopefully not.
All day I thought about sitting down and writing this, and now that I’ve finally taken the time to sit down and go about doing so, I have nothing to say. Or at least, nothing that I can think of that is important enough to say. It’s amazing how blank your mind can go when faced with a mockingly blank screen.
I’m also thinking that I want to devote my spring break to writing more short stories. Maybe I’ll post some of that on here…
By Friday night I should have all the loose ends tide up. Of course, it doesn’t help matters that I agreed to work a twelve hour shift tomorrow. It’s hard to refuse the hours, and how hard can it really be? I’m sure I’ll think differently come midnight tomorrow, but hopefully not.
All day I thought about sitting down and writing this, and now that I’ve finally taken the time to sit down and go about doing so, I have nothing to say. Or at least, nothing that I can think of that is important enough to say. It’s amazing how blank your mind can go when faced with a mockingly blank screen.
I’m also thinking that I want to devote my spring break to writing more short stories. Maybe I’ll post some of that on here…
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Concentration Failure
If I could find the will power to concentrate for even a very few minutes, it would be a miracle.
My mind finds itself in too many places, trying to consider and go over too many scenarios. I find conflicts between the time that I need to devote to school and the time that I need to devote to work. While each has claims on my time, neither is possible without the other.
I take that back, work is possible without school, but school is the major fuel behind the need of the job. It’s difficult to be at ease when so many things are uncertain….
My mind finds itself in too many places, trying to consider and go over too many scenarios. I find conflicts between the time that I need to devote to school and the time that I need to devote to work. While each has claims on my time, neither is possible without the other.
I take that back, work is possible without school, but school is the major fuel behind the need of the job. It’s difficult to be at ease when so many things are uncertain….
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Why
I wasn’t sure what to write for this, my second post of the day… and then I wondered why? Why…Why…Why? The infinite unknown why, why what? Have you ever wondered how many times in a lifetime we invoke the word why? Why war? Why peace? Why be nice? Why be cruel? Why care? Why give in to apathy?
To every why that we might ask, there is a complimentary other why that may be posed, it’s the question whose answer remains forever illusive. It is the infinite word that is every little child’s favorite. It’s the question we all ask, the answer we all seek. Why do we do as we do? Why do we continually question? Why should we cease to question? Why did that happen? Why did we let it? Why couldn’t we stop it?
The questions are many and the answers are few and far between.
Yet again we are faced by a new why. Why are the answers so few? Why does the unknown outbalance the known, and how do we know when we are there? How is the answer to be recognized for its veracity?
Why do we, the collective human race, focus so adamantly on the minor and so blatantly shun the major? Why is it that youth offers us the chance to have a black and white view of the world while adulthood exposes the grey’s?
To every why that we might ask, there is a complimentary other why that may be posed, it’s the question whose answer remains forever illusive. It is the infinite word that is every little child’s favorite. It’s the question we all ask, the answer we all seek. Why do we do as we do? Why do we continually question? Why should we cease to question? Why did that happen? Why did we let it? Why couldn’t we stop it?
The questions are many and the answers are few and far between.
Yet again we are faced by a new why. Why are the answers so few? Why does the unknown outbalance the known, and how do we know when we are there? How is the answer to be recognized for its veracity?
Why do we, the collective human race, focus so adamantly on the minor and so blatantly shun the major? Why is it that youth offers us the chance to have a black and white view of the world while adulthood exposes the grey’s?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
A Rambling Mess
What defines a day as having been a good one? What are stipulations which make the statement, “Today was a good day” true? I would suppose that it first depends on the person making the statement.
That being said, today was a good day.
It’s not that today was anything much out of the ordinary, but more that it was rather ordinary. I got to spend the day with one of my best friends, and thereby not have to think about paying for school and going to work. Lately money has been the bane of my existence. The problem is that everything seems to demand its presence and yet its presence is sorely lacking.
Ah, the joys of being a college student; adult enough to be expected to be responsible for your own finances, and yet not adult enough to be established in a line of work that allows you to earn a wage that meets the demands of tuition and outrageously priced textbooks.
But that’s the thing about age. For every year we move beyond adolescence, those who decry our naiveté also take another step up that ladder. For our fiercest critics we will never be old enough, wise enough, or adult enough. To them age is the eternal standard by which we will be evaluated. Those critics will not take into account the experiences with which our lives have been built upon.
It’s a frustrating cycle, and I am rambling. I am a rambling mess, and on that note...
That being said, today was a good day.
It’s not that today was anything much out of the ordinary, but more that it was rather ordinary. I got to spend the day with one of my best friends, and thereby not have to think about paying for school and going to work. Lately money has been the bane of my existence. The problem is that everything seems to demand its presence and yet its presence is sorely lacking.
Ah, the joys of being a college student; adult enough to be expected to be responsible for your own finances, and yet not adult enough to be established in a line of work that allows you to earn a wage that meets the demands of tuition and outrageously priced textbooks.
But that’s the thing about age. For every year we move beyond adolescence, those who decry our naiveté also take another step up that ladder. For our fiercest critics we will never be old enough, wise enough, or adult enough. To them age is the eternal standard by which we will be evaluated. Those critics will not take into account the experiences with which our lives have been built upon.
It’s a frustrating cycle, and I am rambling. I am a rambling mess, and on that note...
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