Hello sweet world, it has been a while. I would like to say that I have some grand excuse for being deficient in the publicized written word (such as trekking a remote desert area in search of some great personal discovery), but alas, I have no true excuse. My apologies. Though I guess starting collegiate education does take up a significant amount of one's daily life, so perhaps that can be my redemption (plus college isn't that much different from a desert expedition). But honestly, writing hasn't been on my radar because I haven't really felt compelled to write. Until today. I've been so swept up in the maelstrom that is university life that my chief concern has been to actually live day to day experiencing maximally. But I feel as though I have had my fill for now.
Have I changed much? I would like to think so. My compatriots and kindred spirits on this plane of "higher education" have been of a wide variety. I have run into truly incredible people that I hope with everything that I've got stay with me even when I leave this place. These people are strong and resilient, worldly and accepting, kind and loving, and all around spectacular and phenomenal human beings. I've had the great privilege of undergoing the tutelage of a great professor who has sparked a passion for philosophy in me and I can't even articulate how much I admire and am completely enamored with this instructor. Learning has never been so evocative and enthralling for me. I've become relaxed about my future and I feel so liberated because I don't feel as though I have to chain myself to some designated path. Though I've always seen scalpels and red in my future, I'm not afraid to let that mental image go if I don't feel love for it anymore.
Maybe this is all a transient illusion, but I've never been so in love with life as I do now. I feel invincible and unstoppable. I'm going to keep channeling my inner Beauvoir, Plath, and Curie to become as incredible as I can conceive of myself becoming.
