Dusting up and moving on...
In one month, I will be attending college again. Except it will be for a career that soberly feeds the mouth, utilizes my natural inclination of helping others, and lessens the the debt more so than invigorating the heart and mind with imagination and wonder. Sure, I will openly look upon the subjects in a wondrous light, even reasoning that it extends over to what I want to accomplish creatively in game development (which it may). Yet, I know this time around my brain will be digesting a simpler, blander diet of information with no core courses related to the computer industry at all.
I enjoy cleaning up my room, ridding myself of decorative Matchbox cars (all but a sheriff truck that just rolls so smoothly even across rough carpet terrain), organizing my bookshelf, etc. It's all junk that I can't take with me beyond this life. Anyone want a Donovan McNabb bobble head desk statue? Besides I enjoy streamlining and downsizing my life appropriate to the proportion, need, and want of my goals and values.
Again, anyone want a bobble head Donovan McNabb desk statue?
There is so much I want to say, so much I want to achieve, so much I want to do with my life that it is a shame that I have tethered any of my progress with the weighty expectations of the previous. Life is everchanging, dynamic. So why must I remain centered upon - even with my back turned away from - my former performances, as if I will not succeed again.
I've almost found my tears again. They've been stashed away with my past.
I enjoy cleaning up my room, ridding myself of decorative Matchbox cars (all but a sheriff truck that just rolls so smoothly even across rough carpet terrain), organizing my bookshelf, etc. It's all junk that I can't take with me beyond this life. Anyone want a Donovan McNabb bobble head desk statue? Besides I enjoy streamlining and downsizing my life appropriate to the proportion, need, and want of my goals and values.
Again, anyone want a bobble head Donovan McNabb desk statue?
There is so much I want to say, so much I want to achieve, so much I want to do with my life that it is a shame that I have tethered any of my progress with the weighty expectations of the previous. Life is everchanging, dynamic. So why must I remain centered upon - even with my back turned away from - my former performances, as if I will not succeed again.
I've almost found my tears again. They've been stashed away with my past.