Wednesday, April 30

good morning



I woke up this morning with a renewed spirit, so to speak.

I have been an absolute mess the past couple weeks:  I have given up on academic learning, my eyes have been bloodshot upon awakening each morning (mostly due to allergies), my body is not cooperating, and my mind has been elsewhere, questioning everything I've done up until now.  In short, I've been experiencing the teenage angst that I never went through in high school.

Yet, when I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, the sun was shining, it was cooler but not raining (I'd rather be a bit chilly than to be a bit warm), I took a leisurely shower in the stall with the drain that doesn't clog up, and had a leisurely chat with a friend that I had not spoken to in a while.

It seems that I've been so worked up about my "future" -- the thing that everyone is so worried about and constantly discussing, that thing that goads my peers and parents into a frenzy.  I have long forgotten to enjoy the present, as cliche as it is, thinking only about the papers due in such-and-such days, the lack of summer plans, what I am to do after graduation in a year.

Perhaps this feeling is only a passing thing, but I am determined to enjoy it.  Yes, I'll still be working on papers and the finals late into that night that will unavoidably crash over me in the coming week, but some things are inevitable.  

Whatever happens, happens.

Tuesday, April 29

manipulation




I dislike poetry.

Hidden meanings are omnipresent, but in poetry it is amplified to an enormous degree.  Within a single line, it is so convoluted and twisted within the letters that it must be read over and over and over--
Things should be kept simple.  Straightforward.

It has turned into a rigid academic discourse, focusing solely on the words in its literal form, deconstructing its supposed structure, analyzing its very bones, criticizing deviants, categorizing what is and what is not, assigning it meaning.

"How many lines in a sonnet?" asks a professor.
The class chants the answer.

Some things should be left alone.

Monday, April 28

accountability




It's funny how much the weather affects our mood.  
Or are we just blaming the weather?

Sunday, April 27