Existential Reverie #1:
Do we owe allegiance to our dreams?
If a future had been dreamt up so carefully for so long, fueled with will and determination, sculpted with possibility and fashioned with wants and wishes - do we have to right to let them fade, drop, pale, die?
Maybe I don't want to go to UK and take over Englum. Maybe I don't want to continue onto Masters after my Bachelors? Maybe I want to go to USA and see Toots? Or live with relatives in Berlin? Or - due to Jessica's patriotic fervor - travel through Canada? Or Australia, New Zealand? Or Maybe stay here, live in the Golan mountains and write anti-war pro-Israel poetry?
The problem with having so much possibilities is the fear of making a decision. Because whether it be right or wring, you get to know only when looking back through the years.
Meanwhile, I have a paper to write. Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter and the usage of silence as a gender-based weapon. Sounds better written down then it does in my head...
If a future had been dreamt up so carefully for so long, fueled with will and determination, sculpted with possibility and fashioned with wants and wishes - do we have to right to let them fade, drop, pale, die?
Maybe I don't want to go to UK and take over Englum. Maybe I don't want to continue onto Masters after my Bachelors? Maybe I want to go to USA and see Toots? Or live with relatives in Berlin? Or - due to Jessica's patriotic fervor - travel through Canada? Or Australia, New Zealand? Or Maybe stay here, live in the Golan mountains and write anti-war pro-Israel poetry?
The problem with having so much possibilities is the fear of making a decision. Because whether it be right or wring, you get to know only when looking back through the years.
Meanwhile, I have a paper to write. Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter and the usage of silence as a gender-based weapon. Sounds better written down then it does in my head...