Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Because Being a Writer Means Writing Everyday

Senior Year Blues...

A question that has plagued my restless mind lately is how to define passion? Followed shortly by so...does passion equal purpose? and who really needs a purpose anyway? Hell if I know. My mind is in a very maleable state these days. Envision your senior year of college. The vastness of what lies ahead is entirely too large to fathom or make sense of. How do you manage this day-by-day existence? How long can a person go through life avoiding thoughts of the future without loosing the ability to think altogether? Perhaps I'm being a bit dramatic. But this is one of those frustrating moments where advice will never suffice because it is just an experience everyone has to soldier through on their own. No two identity crises are the same. Gag me with a damn diploma.