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.

3 comments:

George said...

Long Term solution to your problem = introspection.

Short Term solution to your problem = tequila

Bill Lindeke said...

seconding George's thoughts...

i would also say that the future is best considered in very small tiny bits... like, say, 24 hours or one week or one month at a time.

anything more than that only bites you in the ass.

Tattoos Are Forever said...

I prefer vodka to tequila, but other than that, you're both probably right.