Balance?
Well, here I am on my way out. I thought I would have some huge meaningful speech on all this place has and does mean to me, but....sadly, nothing. Not that my mind is drawing a blank or I'm at a loss of what to say, I just feel like anything I could put here would end up to nothing. And I mean that in the most neutral way. Lemme explain...
There have been some extremely great times here, and there have been some extremely shitty times.
I have made many friends, and many enemies.
I have hurt people, and people have hurt me.
I've wasted time, and used time to it's fullest.
I have learned what seems to be millions of things, yet I still sit here at this very moment and feel like I know nothing.
I would like to say "I'm Sorry.", and I would like to say "Fuck you."
So do they all cancel their opposing parts out? Does the end of this chapter of my life define everything previous to it? Is there any real measure to the "good" things outweighing the "bad?" Or vice-versa?
I really don't know. All I can really feel comfortable and sure of saying right now is that I don't really know what to say. Call it numb, or neutral, or whatever you may call it, but my mind and spirit don't really seem to be going either way. So I remain in shades of gray. Whether others see me in white or black, is inconcequential to me. Columbia has been the most influencial place and time that I have experienced in my life thus far. So I hope nobody makes the mistake of thinking that I am saying it or the people in it mean nothing to me. I wish the best for everyone.
Until next time, seizure.
Best place I've lived lately....
There have been some extremely great times here, and there have been some extremely shitty times.
I have made many friends, and many enemies.
I have hurt people, and people have hurt me.
I've wasted time, and used time to it's fullest.
I have learned what seems to be millions of things, yet I still sit here at this very moment and feel like I know nothing.
I would like to say "I'm Sorry.", and I would like to say "Fuck you."
So do they all cancel their opposing parts out? Does the end of this chapter of my life define everything previous to it? Is there any real measure to the "good" things outweighing the "bad?" Or vice-versa?
I really don't know. All I can really feel comfortable and sure of saying right now is that I don't really know what to say. Call it numb, or neutral, or whatever you may call it, but my mind and spirit don't really seem to be going either way. So I remain in shades of gray. Whether others see me in white or black, is inconcequential to me. Columbia has been the most influencial place and time that I have experienced in my life thus far. So I hope nobody makes the mistake of thinking that I am saying it or the people in it mean nothing to me. I wish the best for everyone.
Until next time, seizure.
Best place I've lived lately....