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  • Thinking about the beauties of home and what it has produced, namely as I'm now back here at school and marveling at the other amazing things going on on this campus, namely the other remarkable students – my peers – who fuel me with their spirt as together we share in this experience together, this time in our lives where we straddle youth and adulthood, where we determine our place in the world, reminded of where we've been, optimistic for where we're going, and comforted by the realization that beauty is in our ability to think, create, and connect.

    I so appreciate that much more and somebody comes up to me and gives this huge hug and recognition that you're there and that they want to hear what's going on with you this genuine interest in action stepping outside of what dominates her own lives to hear about somebody else's.

    Enough for me I been busy but still try to make sure that I come off as being interested in other people because the truth is is we all need that for each other. The truth is that were all busy with her on things sure some more than others but we all have different things going on our lives pushing ourselves in new ways and we need each other sometimes we don't even realize we need each other

    There's no doubt this period has it's fair share of challenges, namely as we work to become comfortable with who we are and how we want to be that person. As much as a college campus is a microcosm of the rest of life, compacted into a small campus (at least relative to the larger world), it's also this roller coaster ride of highs and lows that swings us around, often delivering whiplash. And yet the ride that is life keeps on going. And so as is the case so often in life, we are confronted with a decision – given all that is true about college, who are we going to be? What do we want to become? And most importantly, WHY?

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    You know, it's interesting. When I first wrote this story, I had intended for it to be short, to just have a couple words to complement the audio. And now, to be honest, I'm not sure what I'm doing. I'm rambling on as ideas flow in my head like nonstop traffic that's not stopping but just continuing to flow. I left out a picture so as to focus on the couple words I was going to write, and now I'm writing it out, suggesting that one can listen to the audio and then read the rest of the narrative that is what's written here. But then I just kept having thoughts come up. I need to do better at keeping it short, at actually living the truth that is that simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. But like so many great content creators have said before, you need to keep creating content, to keep trying, and to keep failing, before you start to find the good, the beauty, the awesome.

    I recognize that this can be dangerous, we don't want to do this at the expense of others or too many other things. But if we have the time, writing is like breathing or singing or eating, it can be this thoughtful rejuvenation, which I guess is what I've found it to be as I type away on this new keypad I just bought.

    In this mortal world, when so much is imperfect, I think there's this hesitation to perfect. And in this same world when so much is going on, it's so easy to lose focus so quickly. While I'm certainly a victim of this, I'm realizing that at the same time we face a choice, a choice to either stand still and perfect or do, create, fail. There isn't one that's necessarily better than the other, as easy camp has it strengths and shortcomings. Like most the challenging yet most rewarding elements of life that we uncover in this world, there is a balance to be struck, and that balance can only come out of personal feel, just as is the case for so many other things in life like working vs. playing, both of which can lead to the same desired end goal. Again, just improving, but that thought came to mind.

    This is becoming a brain-dump, I know; and yet I wonder what might start to appear from the shadows that is mounds of knowledge I'm more so than not just spilling out on the page. It's interesting to see what you might come across, like pouring sand only to find a gem of a stone tumble out. But then, it could fall beneath the surface of and be gone forever amidst the other ideas. While I can't produce thoughts as quickly as sand would pour out of my hand, it's definitely the case that my mind goes ten times faster, and so I still face this same struggle. But I'm writing and thinking, letting it out after a weak of compartmentalization and pondering things I'm less excited about. The week has presented its highs and lows, its opportunities and its shortcomings, and here we are, able to breathe, take it all in, consider, get excited for, and feel.

    And now I need to unplug, not for the sake of departing from the hight with a period of nothingness, but rather to actually take time to simply feel.

    Time to take it all in...
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