I'm feeling thankful, for the small things today
New semester, new year, et cetera.
Funny how so much changed in one years time, how many of the things that seemed central to the world 372 days ago barely register a thought anymore unless I try and think about them. I'm not surprised really, I have always thought of everything as transient anyway. I understand that this is a very Buddhist way to see the world, but this little skew has nothing to do with enlightenment in my case anyway.
I look at the phone numbers in my cell sometimes and notice the half-dozen or so that belonged to people I will never converse with again. Some are now every bit as defunct as the relationships that they once represented. Others may very well still work even though my Broca could never scrounge up anything worth saying anymore.
We have a pretty tight group of four here at school now, and even that has a life span; unless we all apply to the same base hospitals next fall, our currently indivisible unit will be split asunder like everything else. Bri and I will likely apply to the same places, but Marcy and Therese probably will not.
I use to wonder when it was that I was going to meet these people that I was going to be spending the rest of my life with; it was a very stupid question for more reasons than I feel inclined to list right now.
And even though I realize you all removed the cellophane and ribbon already, Happy New Year all the same.
Funny how so much changed in one years time, how many of the things that seemed central to the world 372 days ago barely register a thought anymore unless I try and think about them. I'm not surprised really, I have always thought of everything as transient anyway. I understand that this is a very Buddhist way to see the world, but this little skew has nothing to do with enlightenment in my case anyway.
I look at the phone numbers in my cell sometimes and notice the half-dozen or so that belonged to people I will never converse with again. Some are now every bit as defunct as the relationships that they once represented. Others may very well still work even though my Broca could never scrounge up anything worth saying anymore.
We have a pretty tight group of four here at school now, and even that has a life span; unless we all apply to the same base hospitals next fall, our currently indivisible unit will be split asunder like everything else. Bri and I will likely apply to the same places, but Marcy and Therese probably will not.
I use to wonder when it was that I was going to meet these people that I was going to be spending the rest of my life with; it was a very stupid question for more reasons than I feel inclined to list right now.
And even though I realize you all removed the cellophane and ribbon already, Happy New Year all the same.