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So a man goes on a journey to the desert. As he begins he passes several individuals. Some who are interested in his journey, some who could care less about his existence, and some who ackowledged his presence while he was there but will soon forget him. As he walks he does not speak, he does not turn his head to look backwards, nor does he show any sign of emotion. His eyes are straight ahead and his back like a brick wall, straight and upright. As he walks all of his fears are lagging beghind, his guilt cannot catch up with him, and whats ahead seems to be no where in sight yet he continues to walk. As he exists the scenery of human civilization he enters his freedom. He walks and walks and walks without anyone to follow him, without anyone leading him, without any sense of direction. He walks and he is freed, he walks and he is freed, he walks and he is freed. Days turn into weeks which turn into months which turn into years and he travels through the desert immersing himself in the silence, in the beauty, in himself. Then he stops. He sits. He looks to the sky and he dies.
This semester has been rough. Very rough emotionally, socially, academically, spiritually. I seem to have lost all acknowledgement of faith and all knowledge of my identity. I am ecstatic that the semester is coming to an end and I pray that I can make it through the next two weeks.
This semester has been rough. Very rough emotionally, socially, academically, spiritually. I seem to have lost all acknowledgement of faith and all knowledge of my identity. I am ecstatic that the semester is coming to an end and I pray that I can make it through the next two weeks.