Post from the Past.
So while studying today I found an old jotted down memory from my very first year of university. It made me think back to simpler times. So in the spirit of exactly that I thought I'd share this sweet little memory.
It's hard to recall a sad moment in life when all you can do is smile.
Like sneezing while sneezing in Margret Norris McCain Hall, (Daniel O'Brian Study Hall) and having your best friend without missing a single beat look up from his notebook and whisper 'Awkward'. As a boyish grin washes over his face we both hold back giggles that remind me of much simpler times.
Since when has life become so complicated?
As if our classes weren't hard enough, now we have social groups, networks, jobs, laundry, homework.... the list goes on.
What ever happened to the simplicity of a single scoop of vanilla ice cream on a sunny day, or a hot cocoa on a chilly winters night?
Now we have sundaes and grandiose lattes.
Are our reflections too becoming complicated?
Like everyday when we choose our clothes, hair and make up as if we are trying to be our free-spirited selves while also the slaves to societies picture perfect image that has been painted for us to mold ourselves into.
Well just as the Premier has forgotten us and most of our math skills upon our arrival here (mine especially) I am choosing to be me rather than someone strange as German rockers Tokio Hotel put it during the mass popularity of the Almost Alice soundtrack.
I am not someone to be fixed or sold a new personality or pushed into some politicians fantasy.
I am a girl who despite all odds has made it here, who enjoys being an outsider or a geek or weird.
Because to me being any of those is better than being a carbon copy of anyone else or someone I'm not.
Don't you agree?
This piece took me back five solid years back to a time when I was such a different person from who I am now. It's amazing how so much has changed since I was the little raven haired girl sitting in the court yard writing things like this to where I sit now publishing it from the house I now live in two thousand miles from where I was sitting then.
It's amazing how things change, while also how my mind hasn't in the sense that I still think freely like that... while a part of me wishes I could go back to the sense of everything being so new and beautiful.
What are some of the beautiful firsts you remember? Have those things changed since then?
Let me know,
Love and Light
VKC
New Day, September 17th 2012I sit quietly in the middle of upper campus in the mid day sun, classes are slowly emptying themselves with each passing moment. This school holds an eclectic mix of races, sexuality, genders and styles, it's a wonder why this place is called a liberal arts institution and not a circus at times. I myself a born outsider, no true home but the pages in her notebook. At times it's amazing to be living like a bird calling no place home but the sky in which that holds my ever free falling soul. Drifting in and out of time and space, this life has become but pages in and old worn diary with a new chapter each day, with the good and bad even funny.
It's hard to recall a sad moment in life when all you can do is smile.
Like sneezing while sneezing in Margret Norris McCain Hall, (Daniel O'Brian Study Hall) and having your best friend without missing a single beat look up from his notebook and whisper 'Awkward'. As a boyish grin washes over his face we both hold back giggles that remind me of much simpler times.
Since when has life become so complicated?
As if our classes weren't hard enough, now we have social groups, networks, jobs, laundry, homework.... the list goes on.
What ever happened to the simplicity of a single scoop of vanilla ice cream on a sunny day, or a hot cocoa on a chilly winters night?
Now we have sundaes and grandiose lattes.
Are our reflections too becoming complicated?
Like everyday when we choose our clothes, hair and make up as if we are trying to be our free-spirited selves while also the slaves to societies picture perfect image that has been painted for us to mold ourselves into.
Well just as the Premier has forgotten us and most of our math skills upon our arrival here (mine especially) I am choosing to be me rather than someone strange as German rockers Tokio Hotel put it during the mass popularity of the Almost Alice soundtrack.
I am not someone to be fixed or sold a new personality or pushed into some politicians fantasy.
I am a girl who despite all odds has made it here, who enjoys being an outsider or a geek or weird.
Because to me being any of those is better than being a carbon copy of anyone else or someone I'm not.
Don't you agree?
This piece took me back five solid years back to a time when I was such a different person from who I am now. It's amazing how so much has changed since I was the little raven haired girl sitting in the court yard writing things like this to where I sit now publishing it from the house I now live in two thousand miles from where I was sitting then.
It's amazing how things change, while also how my mind hasn't in the sense that I still think freely like that... while a part of me wishes I could go back to the sense of everything being so new and beautiful.
What are some of the beautiful firsts you remember? Have those things changed since then?
Let me know,
Love and Light
VKC
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