I once wished that there would be a time when I could look in the mirror and be happy with what I see. For what has felt like a lifetime of ups and downs it is only now in this time where life seems to be taking shape. It is once again the end of yet another semester of courses and long days and nights. I had hoped that for everyday that passes and for every second that moves forward that I could feel a little bit better about the so called "Future". Is it me or does life sort of make no sense at all- just a rapid spit fire of meeting people, finding things that feed are internal joy, and pondering the greater questions of existence and life. Its almost as mundane as it is joyful. It is as organized as it is random. I really did one day wake up to view a world that had passed me by...both intellectually and spiritually. I dream bigger than could ever be possible for any one person, but at the same time I try to make sense of it all…well, I try to be grounded in reality. Feeling scared is a natural part of life, but I'm more worried about the things that I cannot see. What has life meant so far? I wish I could look back at everything and feel more like a person with a sense of accomplishment. “Success is never the goal, but some how it can be the result.” I read that on a poster one day. I don’t know if its true.
