I feel like my life is suddenly moving like a whirlwind, a hurricane, something terribly fast; everything has become so very chaotic that I don’t even know where to begin.
I’ve learned so much about myself these past few weeks from the limits of a little friendly peer pressure to the change in my previous beliefs on both war and military violence.
But hey, that’s college for you, right? I wouldn’t trade these extremely late night homework sessions and the all-day-long adventures and sharing/venting sessions for anything in this world.
Because there is nothing more alive to me than…
…sitting with a group of friends, along the banks of a river.
…laying across beds, as the spring air wafts through open windows as your head is cocked back to peer at a friend in the middle of sharing a story.
…finding those people who you can tell anything to; the ones who know your innermost thoughts and feelings.
And I have never felt more alive than when I found friends who pulled me out of my comfortable little shell and urged me to do some of the craziest, most “adventurous” things that I’ve ever done before.
So no matter how exhausted I am by the time my head reaches the pillow or how many hours I spend studying for finals, everything that I have been doing—all the little things—makes me alive.