Aug 07, 2010 22:27
its been a while
ive been reading, brushing up on past adventures and lives ive lead.
It feels strange, as if I am so distant now from that far off reality when things where important to me, when i felt such sadness as if i were mourning the death of each little dream i crushed. I dont feel that way now. Although the distance between the here and now and the then and there are quite disillusioning. as if i cant believe what was so utterly important to me then could be such an afterthought now. how could it be?
i keep hearing the dixie chicks song, "i wanna touch the earth, i want to hold it in my hand, i wanna be something wild and unruly"
and it makes me think that maybe we really are just a product of our past, perhaps I cant help but want to uproot myself every so often, because I was born into tumult.
never explain, never apologize.
i have the daunting task before me of writing my personal statement for grad school, and i know it is only daunting because i say it is so. What i believe in my heart of hearts is that, they would be honored to have me.