You know when...

...you first meet someone and think, "God this person looks dumber than a stump". And then you actually talk to them and you find out that they are actually one of the coolest, most informed people you have ever met?


I love those times.

Reinvention or Revolution?

I'm always reevaluating my life and everything in it. Changing what needs some shaking up, keeping some things constant, and always on the look out for new things. I guess this need to revamp is inborn for the most part. Lord knows if we just stayed constant with everything and felt no need for change we would still be in the stone age. Really it's pretty healthy, but at the same time I find myself questioning things I never used to doubt before; things that I really wish I could still believe in.

But if I'm not getting everything I need out of something, why stay with it?

Reflections

We start on the journey to realizing who we are without any map or directions. We fall down again and again but somehow we manage to end up on our feet and keep going.

This entire time we are all aware that all we have to do is to look in the mirror. But then we will see things we don't want to see, and be forced to accept the things about ourselves that we've been masking before. So in effect, the journey is not to find ourselves, the journey is working up the balls to look in the mirror, without fear and with the vow that we will embrace everything we see, good or bad.

The scariest part is looking in the mirror, with eyes wide open. The best part is doing this, and realizing what you see isn't half bad, and in fact is something worth being proud of.

Is it worth it?

Do you flea or do you fight? Should you fight for something that could potentially never become a reality? But on the other hand, is it worth leaving and then later finding out that the goal was accomplished but you weren't a part of it?


These are the questions that keep me up at night.

About that

In the new issue of The Economist this week:

The New Jersey Pest Management Association organised a cockroach race representing the presidential contest. John McCain’s roach won, but ominously appeared to fall asleep the moment it crossed the finishing line.

Burying the hatchet

I thought I had buried the bad feelings I had upon returning to America, but as more people began coming back I started to feel the same feels all over again. I feel like a part of me got left behind in Africa, and although what was left behind were bad character traits, I can't help but miss them a little just because they're not there anymore.

Letting go of who you are is the worst feeling in the world. But when you realize that you let go of the parts of you that have been holding you back it's a whole different story.