Korea, huh? That could be nice.
I really hate using these things as complaint forums so I'll do my best to avoid it. Before I do though, I'd like to mention that I really don't like the "more sensible" lifestyle I've been trying out for the last 9 months or so. One might say it sucks.
Moving on.
I love autumn and hope it lasts more than a week this year. Transition is exciting and ironically more rejuvenating than its post-winter yang. Fall isn't about death; it's about the rebirth of hooded sweatshirts.
I went out for a bottle of wine last night and was carded by the liquor store clerk. She asked how old I was and I responded, "23...err, 24." She laughed as my birthday was almost six months ago and recommended I start practicing "25" now so I'll be ready when it comes.
And this struck me. On one hand I'm still young enough to pass for underage; on the other, time is flying faster than I can presently go. There are a lot of things I'd like to do and accomplish in this lifetime--even if I'm not yet sure of them all--and I can't help but to feel like I'm falling miserably behind at them. Sometimes I wish I were dumb and simple. I wish that an honest day's work left me contented. I wish that I could accept God and the afterlife without asking the questions I think need to be asked. I wish I could be part of the whole.
But I suppose there's time, even if things don't always seem that way. There's always time until there isn't.
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"And the truth is that the truth can never ultimately hurt. It makes the world clearer and the poems much more brilliant." - Natalie Goldberg, from Writing down the Bones
When I read that, I immediately thought of you.
The sensible working world is a prison I can't run away from soon enough. I have decided to go back to school and study education. I'm thinking high school english teacher these days.
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