You never anticipate the cut from your true love, the dagger slid gently into my heart and pierced my soul and then you twisted the blade and I bled until I could bleed no more. It's the wound that will never heal, it was fatal.
Online Diary of my adventures.
Friday, November 9, 2012
RHIT
The desire to be the first in my family to get an education and the sense of pride I know I'll feel knowing my parents would be unbelievably proud of me is what is spurring me on. I know the road is long, and it will oftentimes be difficult and I'll wonder if I can go on, but I know that I will persevere, because I am a Sant and that's what we do, we fight for our heart's desire and we never give up; because ultimately we know that absolutely nothing worth having comes easy. TCC course I'll be taking for my Associate Degree, notice I have ZERO math to take!
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Starbucks
People are here together, yet alone. They are sitting together but they're not present. The Internet connection instead of the human connection. Didn't you both come here to get out of the house, be around people? I'm perplexed by the "surrounded by people but still all alone" paradigm. Trippy. Is anyone ever present in the moment anymore? No wonder people seem so sad and alone, if only they'd look up from they're device they'd see they weren't really, they only perceived themselves to be. Or maybe I have it wrong and there is just a massive volume of homework done at your local Starbucks. Social anthropology is fascinating, and a part of me wonders if anyone else here is pondering the imponderable, going through some existential crisis. Or maybe it's just my imagination, running away with me or some other 70's song lyric.
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