Shakespearean soliloquy, taken down a notch.
Gods, its finally winding down, finally getting close. Like the last week before I first moved to college, only in full reverse. Goodbyes, revelry, some internal wrenching...
In general, being struck by the reality of the now.
I'll call existence a succession of rising and falling twists, changes, and shuffles. The change awakens the psyche, makes you aware of the value of things you have. In doing so, it makes you aware of the things you value. You consider the structure of your habits and outlook. You think lofty, dark, ambitious, silly thoughts, but in the end... a resolution? No. Just a moving on, restoration of the rhythm and the restored hibernation of the mind. Question the use of the turmoil as well; is there anything of substance to this rambling? Not likely, just the tired thought output of a pensive student. Not a student. Student of life? Hokey. Scholar of existence. Armchair philosopher.
Too heavy. I've been feeling actually moody in the late hours these last few days, something I effect often, but seldom actually experience. Chalk it to a decidedly grey transition; excitement, regret, enthusiasm, and overall, change. Clearly contemplated, examined, mulled change. Perhaps the ambiguity tests my optimism. I'm not worried though, so... who knows. Perhaps its this having to sit and ferment in the mournful mood of the others here. Not that there isn't all the levity and fun of before, but an undertone of chill. As though we're at a wake, and each day is a nail in my coffin, or in theirs.
Ok, now thats a little too much for me to let sit to be read seriously. Next thing you know I'll have gone completely goth, dying my hair black and listening to The Cure.
... Hang on a second... *laugh*
Ah, enough grumbling. The second wind is blowing, and I hear a game with disney characters calling my name. I'll see about putting actual, you know, events on here sometime shortly. I know thats what I read it for.
In general, being struck by the reality of the now.
I'll call existence a succession of rising and falling twists, changes, and shuffles. The change awakens the psyche, makes you aware of the value of things you have. In doing so, it makes you aware of the things you value. You consider the structure of your habits and outlook. You think lofty, dark, ambitious, silly thoughts, but in the end... a resolution? No. Just a moving on, restoration of the rhythm and the restored hibernation of the mind. Question the use of the turmoil as well; is there anything of substance to this rambling? Not likely, just the tired thought output of a pensive student. Not a student. Student of life? Hokey. Scholar of existence. Armchair philosopher.
Too heavy. I've been feeling actually moody in the late hours these last few days, something I effect often, but seldom actually experience. Chalk it to a decidedly grey transition; excitement, regret, enthusiasm, and overall, change. Clearly contemplated, examined, mulled change. Perhaps the ambiguity tests my optimism. I'm not worried though, so... who knows. Perhaps its this having to sit and ferment in the mournful mood of the others here. Not that there isn't all the levity and fun of before, but an undertone of chill. As though we're at a wake, and each day is a nail in my coffin, or in theirs.
Ok, now thats a little too much for me to let sit to be read seriously. Next thing you know I'll have gone completely goth, dying my hair black and listening to The Cure.
... Hang on a second... *laugh*
Ah, enough grumbling. The second wind is blowing, and I hear a game with disney characters calling my name. I'll see about putting actual, you know, events on here sometime shortly. I know thats what I read it for.