As I take a break from the barrage of schoolwork I’ve been swimming in, I need to take a step back and think about how amazing my life is. Recently, one of my friends from Jacksonville died, and its hard not to evaluate my life. I can’t conceptualize him dead because quite honestly, he was one of the most lively people I can think of. Always partying, always had such a positive attitude, and exuded with so much joy and energy. I would like to think that even though he’s gone, that he would be happy of the life he lived.
The past few months have been such a frenzy. I’ve been working on my thesis which has be relaxing, yet frustrating at the same time. I’m battling with one of my worst writer’s block and while I’m slowly piecing everything together, I’m just hoping for the best.
Not to mention, I’m in love. For a girl that was not a believer, he has made life so much more meaningful for me. He is what I was looking for when I wasn’t looking for it. Sometimes, I think it’s not real because its so good. I’m so happy.
Maybe I’ve been reading too much Heidegger but it really is our finiteness that makes us realize we’re alive…
