Topic: Where do you see yourself in the near future?
Oh dear, oh dear. That question only amplifies the stress load.
I see myself hopefully graduating early. I’ll be doing my internship in a year from now, and I’ll be taking some of my final courses. I will have probably decided if I want to do the Peace Corps or not by then. In a year from now I hope that I have my game plan all nice and polished. I hope I’m ready to go.
I made the outline for it just the other day, and I see my new adviser next week. We’ll see how it goes. I’m crossing my fingers for smooth sailing from here.
As for everything non-academically focused, the Lord only knows. I’ve thrown my hands up and said “let the wind take me where it pleases.” I don’t have enough energy to try to keep everything in check. I’ll hopefully be integrated in a church next semester since I still have yet to go to one up here. I’ll hopefully be volunteering more too if I can somehow find the time.
I want to go hiking frequently too! It’s the one thing I haven’t been able to do too much so far. I want to go adventuring.
Everything else is kind of like a blur of colors. Things will surely pop up and others will die down. I can’t say for sure whether or not I’ll be faced with pressing issues or concepts in the near future, but can say that I want school to be a constant focus. I want to graduate a year early. Let’s see if I can make this happen.
I want to be able to travel if I graduate early, and then I’d consider joining the Peace Corps, going straight for my Master’s, or simply entering the job/internship world.
I like how deep we hit the surface.
I like how thinly we tackle the core.
We’re opposites at best.
Two eggs, from different nests.
You got me thinking,
Realized I was sinking,
And now I know what I’ve been missing.
These may not be the words you want to hear,
But I’ll say them just in case.
There is much in the world that we ought to fear,
As there is so much we’re left to trace.
So you can go back,
Look for your prints upon the sand.
But chances are they’ll be nothing left to track,
As this is the way of our land.
You can look ahead and do your best to hide away.
Prevent what you can,
Take precautions each and every day,
Like this is some sort of strategic plan.
Or you can act ignorant to it all.
You can try to live a carefree life,
But the danger will never stall.
It is the shirt above the knife.
There is no right or wrong to be drawn.
These days are yours.
These days are rapidly gone.
Your fears surface within your very pores.
Don’t sit back and try to trace,
Or begrudge our given land.
Don’t ignore the hidden knife,
Or clog up your sunken pores.
To these fears there is a face.
To these dangers there is stand.
To these doubts there is a life.
To these questions there are answers, but they are entirely yours.