Another blog, another phase in life that needs shameless self promotion.
I'm going to be spending a lot of time sitting around for the next few months. I figured writing about all of these semblances of thought would be "enriching" considering there isn't really much you can do when you are forced to rest for three months. You can pick up whatever silly little hobby you can buy from Michaels, and you can procrastinate hardily on your online Western Civilization class, but it just doesn't provide you with the raw power that senselessly writing about every little pitfall that life manages to throw your way.
Its really easy to feel envious of everybody around you. Especially when you feel like everybody around you is growing so fast, and you're the one standing still. Everybody has gone off to college, they all have learned new languages and met new best friends. They post their new pictures of all of their new ventures with new inside jokes and "you just had to be there" stories.
Meanwhile, here I am. I'm stuck in the same stupid, crowded town. But life has changed. I've been forced to think about my own mortality, my health, my body, in between working my ass off to get me out of this place, onto bigger and better things. It's easy to feel envious of every other kid my age, who has never been forced to worry about lymph nodes, biopsy's, recurrances and whether or not they want to be treated with chemotherapy or the "watch and wait" method.
Its easy to feel envious, its easy to feel like nobody understands, nor even cares, because if you can't relate, then whats the point. Its even easier to feel left behind. I may not have spent all summer shopping in Paris and learning French, and you can call me uncultured for saying that I didn't read one book all year, besides "Down To Earth Sociology." And I've completely forgotten what direction I'm going with this whole tangent. But I always feel like I'm on the brink of something...on the brink of finishing my classes, on the brink of insanity, on the brink of genius, on the brink of something amazing, something life changing. I'm standing on the brink of another big battle, and hopefully another big victory.
Why does every actress think she can sing?
Friday, September 5, 2008
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)