Return To Normalcy (Irish Writers, Media Conference, The World's Inherent Goodness)
And it's another day. This morning, with more than four hours of sleep, held the "wake up and realize what happened" moment. I've felt differently about it throughout the day but I never felt incredibly bad. There are so many other things that are trying to stress me out, but I'm trying to maintain a calm attitude to everything.
I think that Irish Writers is my favorite class of the term. I also really like American Literature, but Irish Writers brings peace to my soul. I am not exaggerating about that. The works that we're reading, my professor's stories about life, the winter weather that I can see from the classroom window are things that make my heart happy. Oh, maybe I belong in Ireland. What's this? Am I still in love with the world? How could I not be? There is such greatness that I could never be melancholy for long.
So I was selected to represent the college radio station at a media conference in New York City in March. I really don't want to do it, mostly because I don't want to miss class and mostly because I'd rather be here. I'm reconsidering, though. Perhaps my lack of desire to do it was because of my feelings. So we'll see about that. I also have to write up my Gold Key application.
I still believe that the world is a lovely place to be. There is entirely too much pain and suffering and bad events on the horizon (war, the decline of America, global warming, MTV's continued existence) but all of these things are bigger than me. I can try to prevent them or change their effects, but I need to find joy in the small things. The cold air coming through my window, my brother, being able to act like a lunatic with my friends - these are why I am feeling better. There is no reason to make myself sad about things. Life is going by too quickly (I only have two more Tuesdays until I return home) for me to waste it wanting something different. So, once again and with a breakup in my recent past, I declare loudly with confidence living in this world is the absolute greatest thing that I could ever know. May we all know this.
-Paul
I think that Irish Writers is my favorite class of the term. I also really like American Literature, but Irish Writers brings peace to my soul. I am not exaggerating about that. The works that we're reading, my professor's stories about life, the winter weather that I can see from the classroom window are things that make my heart happy. Oh, maybe I belong in Ireland. What's this? Am I still in love with the world? How could I not be? There is such greatness that I could never be melancholy for long.
So I was selected to represent the college radio station at a media conference in New York City in March. I really don't want to do it, mostly because I don't want to miss class and mostly because I'd rather be here. I'm reconsidering, though. Perhaps my lack of desire to do it was because of my feelings. So we'll see about that. I also have to write up my Gold Key application.
I still believe that the world is a lovely place to be. There is entirely too much pain and suffering and bad events on the horizon (war, the decline of America, global warming, MTV's continued existence) but all of these things are bigger than me. I can try to prevent them or change their effects, but I need to find joy in the small things. The cold air coming through my window, my brother, being able to act like a lunatic with my friends - these are why I am feeling better. There is no reason to make myself sad about things. Life is going by too quickly (I only have two more Tuesdays until I return home) for me to waste it wanting something different. So, once again and with a breakup in my recent past, I declare loudly with confidence living in this world is the absolute greatest thing that I could ever know. May we all know this.
-Paul