Reflections

I. I'm doing some dwelling. This past year has been a blur. I'm not sure I could tell you a lot about it. Some was very good and some was very bad and some was very in between and I think that's where life is. The in-between. Living in extremes is what makes life boring. If every moment is "the best moment" you'll never have a truly good moment, will you?

II. I love it here. Maybe not on campus, but certainly in the Hills. I love the way it smells here. I take deep breaths and I smell the crisp mountain air and it smells like pine and peace.

III. I don't find it hard to find the beauty in everything. But I often find it hard to dwell in that beauty, to reflect on it; hold it. Beauty, like most things, is fleeting. And knowing that is frustrating and upsetting. I just want to sit in the beauty forever. But if everything is beautiful, is anything? 

IV. I'm not going back to school next semester. I don't know what finally decided it for me, but it was a compounding decision, something weighing on me. Everywhere I turned, it seemed like the decision was being made for me. I think I'll be a writer.