I'm sick, it's been raining nonstop for the past four days and mostly for the last week and a half (quite coincidentally the second after school got out in a bizarre method of torture), my contact lense it irritating my eye, I'm perpetually dizzy, nothing is on TV, and I have an omnipresent feeling that I should be doing something far more productive or engaging.
On a more optimistic note, however, I have survived high school with a successful, if not a tad too Dawson's Creek-esque graduation, gotten a new computer, have fabulous hair and some good books to dig into, as well as the knowledge that yes, I will get another car in the near future.
I couldn't fall asleep a few night ago. I kept turning over and feeling my heart thud in my chest and obsessing over the possibility of death, of God and religion, and feeling a slight panic that I was intensely confused about what would occur if I was to die, what morals I follow, and the overall structure or meaning of life. The names of Soviet dictators also kept running through my head coupled with an extremely annoying song (the title of which I cannot now recall), only adding to my frustration.
I bought the Dalai Lama's "The Art of Happiness" two days ago to try to realign myself spiritually (I do really believe in the necessity of compassion, experiencing the moment, and freeing oneself from materialism) and to help me focus on the good rather than the bad, which I obviously tend to accentuate.
I suppose this summer I need to redefine my goals and beliefs, find that the end of one dream does not mean the end of all others, and that I cannot simply 'give up' because I'm attending a less than desirable college.
I need to, above anything else however, be true to myself.
On a more optimistic note, however, I have survived high school with a successful, if not a tad too Dawson's Creek-esque graduation, gotten a new computer, have fabulous hair and some good books to dig into, as well as the knowledge that yes, I will get another car in the near future.
I couldn't fall asleep a few night ago. I kept turning over and feeling my heart thud in my chest and obsessing over the possibility of death, of God and religion, and feeling a slight panic that I was intensely confused about what would occur if I was to die, what morals I follow, and the overall structure or meaning of life. The names of Soviet dictators also kept running through my head coupled with an extremely annoying song (the title of which I cannot now recall), only adding to my frustration.
I bought the Dalai Lama's "The Art of Happiness" two days ago to try to realign myself spiritually (I do really believe in the necessity of compassion, experiencing the moment, and freeing oneself from materialism) and to help me focus on the good rather than the bad, which I obviously tend to accentuate.
I suppose this summer I need to redefine my goals and beliefs, find that the end of one dream does not mean the end of all others, and that I cannot simply 'give up' because I'm attending a less than desirable college.
I need to, above anything else however, be true to myself.
