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the river of my life flows and flows, and I am a mere passenger. As my search for destiny unfolds, so does my adventure in which I am the star and the monster.
Today was such a beautiful day-- in more ways than just the weather. My heart was filled with such joy, and everything seemed so right. I went to a career fair, and learned of some awesome opportunites I aim to pursue. I can't wait to unleash myself on the world-- I feel now as though I might actaully have something to offer it.
I skipped my last class to go hiking with some friends. It was spontaneous and beautiful. We watched the sun set and the moon rise, and I was struck by the message the sun carries everyday. What's done is past, and like the sun we should set it away and prepare for the glorious moon.
I read a book the other day. It was one given to me by Collin as a gift, the story of Orephus and his love, euridice. In the story, Orephus, who is a beautiful musician, loses euridice, his true love, to death's cold hands. Orephus, with the aid of his music, convinces the keepers of the underworld to let him again have eridice in life, on one simple condition. He must not look back at her untill they are back in life. He carries her behind him, and jsut as they are almost on earth, orephus, consumed by his greed for eridice, glances back. With a knowing smile on her face, she slips back into the abyss.
Orephus, now in even more anguish, goes mute, and slowly, consumed by greif, withers aways.
For the first time, and I have heard that story MANY times, I was stuck by how much looking back to what what he once had caused orephus so much more pain. Again, for the first time, I was struck by how much Orephus and I are alike. I am looking back to what is dead, instead of looking forward to what is next, or looking inward to what is now. I felt, as stupid as it sounds, that collin was sending me a message with that book. He was telling me what my head knows but my heart didn't: move on. Close the book and begin a new one. This time, learn to love yourself.
My path is forking, and I am overjoyed with the deviation. Here on out I will blaze my own trail, never looking back except to see where i've been and thus never need to go again.
All is well in my soul, and I am happy.
Today was such a beautiful day-- in more ways than just the weather. My heart was filled with such joy, and everything seemed so right. I went to a career fair, and learned of some awesome opportunites I aim to pursue. I can't wait to unleash myself on the world-- I feel now as though I might actaully have something to offer it.
I skipped my last class to go hiking with some friends. It was spontaneous and beautiful. We watched the sun set and the moon rise, and I was struck by the message the sun carries everyday. What's done is past, and like the sun we should set it away and prepare for the glorious moon.
I read a book the other day. It was one given to me by Collin as a gift, the story of Orephus and his love, euridice. In the story, Orephus, who is a beautiful musician, loses euridice, his true love, to death's cold hands. Orephus, with the aid of his music, convinces the keepers of the underworld to let him again have eridice in life, on one simple condition. He must not look back at her untill they are back in life. He carries her behind him, and jsut as they are almost on earth, orephus, consumed by his greed for eridice, glances back. With a knowing smile on her face, she slips back into the abyss.
Orephus, now in even more anguish, goes mute, and slowly, consumed by greif, withers aways.
For the first time, and I have heard that story MANY times, I was stuck by how much looking back to what what he once had caused orephus so much more pain. Again, for the first time, I was struck by how much Orephus and I are alike. I am looking back to what is dead, instead of looking forward to what is next, or looking inward to what is now. I felt, as stupid as it sounds, that collin was sending me a message with that book. He was telling me what my head knows but my heart didn't: move on. Close the book and begin a new one. This time, learn to love yourself.
My path is forking, and I am overjoyed with the deviation. Here on out I will blaze my own trail, never looking back except to see where i've been and thus never need to go again.
All is well in my soul, and I am happy.