The music fails to soothe me today. When stress lingers for too long, I'm unable to enjoy the things I usually find beautiful.
In just three short days, I shall be finished with my freshman year of college. I have no idea what or how that seemed to happen; I still remember struggling to run to my dorm for the first time with so many of my clothes in my arms and sighing at the humid air that circulated around my ankles when I finally opened the door. My home for most of the year had the climate of a tropical rainforest, never falling below eighty degrees. I felt in place. I had found my niche in its warm habitat, surrounded by the best of friends and relationships I would hold for years and years to come.
I understand what they meant about college.
I understand what they meant about it being the best four years of your life. And I have three more to go, which is an amazing realization that just pulled me an inch out of my current stint of depression.
A close friend told me yesterday that I was the reason he really liked this semester, and that did wonders for my self-esteem. I felt so complacent, so right. Although I don't like where my academics stand as of the moment, I have that lingering happiness in the back of my mind to move me on.
Back to typing away 15 pages of pure macroeconomical bullshit.
"Find ecstasy in life. The mere sense of living is joy enough."
-Emily Dickinson
