What is it about this cold, gray month that feels like a time for second chances?
The solidifying of new friendships and healing of old ones.
The late nights of existential angst, deep conversations, and rushed studying for tests.
The panic of getting that 50,000-word quota alongside thousands of other hopeful writers.
I said I’d post my art on here, didn’t I?
June 21, 2014.
Just as the most emotional and nostalgia-inducing song came on through my headphones, I started to hear the sound of bells ringing.
Not loud, deep bells, but soft tinkling ones.
After a few seconds I stood up and looked over the railing to see what was going on.
You know that feeling after you finish a hard workout? When your lungs feel like they could breathe in the whole world?
I love that feeling; it reminds me that I’m alive and that I’m thriving.
I played a good, hard game of football today, and it was fantastic.
Now, laying on my bed, I feel helpless and hurt, broken and battered. I want to sleep but I don’t feel like I deserve it somehow. I remember all I’ve failed to do today, and I think of how it’ll only get worse tomorrow.
If and when I can
Clear myself of this clouded mind,
I’ll watch myself settle down
Into a place where
Peace can search me out and find
That I’m so ready to be found.
It is curious that our reaction to changes in weather seem to imitate the nature of the weather itself.
Snow, for example, provokes a frigid sort of response, a restrained and marveling awe that manifests itself physically in a gasp of icy cold air and a shiver down one’s spine.
Warm weather causes a much more gentle reaction, both mentally and physically. Rather than gasps, sighs escape our lips. Rather than restrained marvel, relaxed contentment fills our hearts.