On Top of a Mountain

Electricity flows through my fingertips and a tangible vibration resolves inside me. A blank page, a pencil, laying my hands on a keyboard to type, even picking up my harmonica from time to time, definitely when I get on my bike in the mornings. There is an energy in the world, what ever you believe in, there is a tangible Force that may be man-made or not, but I have felt it.

The potential outcome of every day is unknown. The story that makes up our lives is constantly unraveling, it is the law of the universe for things to tend towards disorder, it takes immense amounts of energy to reverse that reaction. Use it, benefit from the disorder. Once you learn to do that who knows where you will go.

Finals week is here, I anticipate a lot of work, hopefully with good results. I also am thinking about the summer. I am already desperately in need of a change of scene, but prudence says to not spend the money and to go back to St. Louis seems dangerous. St. Louis may be where some of my friends are, and my family is, but there is nothing but a guest room at my Aunt's house and not any way for me to get work done. Maybe I'm being childish, should I have just gone home for the first time since college started and lived with my messed up family? I don't know...

To focus the theme of this post, to reign in this jumbling rant. Disorder is the subject here. There are millions of opportunities every day. Some people have some sort of path in front of them. A logical stair step towards some goal. I feel like my goals are at different peaks of separate mountain ranges and I only have my bare hands. Over dramatic? Very.

Just got to tuck in and keep going.


Workshops filled with experiments
Music
Paintings
Solar Panels
Science Journalism?
Peace Corp
Grad School
Design School?

I'm glad no one reads this, posting it seems narcissistic...