At the end of each school day, when I walk back to my home, I have this heavy feeling of discontentment. I hate it – I feel unmotivated, hated, unloved and disrespected. I feel like I’m not doing what I should be doing. I feel like my days are so full of boring work, anger, and frustration that I need to go and find a hole to hide in and say goodbye to my surroundings.
Many difficulties we experience in our modern world are new and we’re still figuring out how to deal with them.
Technology can be cool, but throws so many problems at us as well – it’s unbelievable.
The way rain falls has an incredible imperative.
As though it is speaking to its destination.
Urging it to move on, to continue, to never give up.
It’s so amazing, how tradition can inspire such a strong connection to an organization. Tonight, I experienced a tradition which inspires such connection and provokes incredible feelings of belonging. It is a testament to the strength of the organization to have such a rich and incredible sense of tradition.
Packing up at the end of the year is always weird. A strong desire to just stop and reflect on the year is my one impediment to finishing packing. The semester is over and the one way to learn about where it’s taken you is to think about where you’ve started, where you’ve been and where you want to go.
Finals season is probably the most interesting time of year for people-watching. With every student crammed into the libraries, we’re all looking for some release, some way to relieve stress. In such tight quarters, it becomes very obvious what one’s coping mechanisms are and how they are employed.
As an example, I saw someone sleeping on the slope the other night. It was around midnight. As is most likely common sense, midnight naps on the slope are not a common occurrence. This would seem to be a coping mechanism.
Another is the incessant watching and sharing of YouTube videos. Facebook and Twitter usage must skyrocket during these times.
The semester is finally coming to a close. I find myself rejoicing in the prospect of at least partial freedom from this mundane reality.
It’s time to, once again, ask the “big” questions, explore new philosophies of life, and to enrich my own life and the relationships I have with those around me.