Temporal Struggles

The unreality of it all in somewhat dumbfounding to me…I just received an email from WPI (my future place of residence and establishment of higher education) talking about course selection coming up in the near future…It seems so long ago at this point from the first day sitting back in the auditorium lost in, what is now understood to be, a highly logical maze of uniform monotony…Now as time draws to a close I am unsure how I really feel about it…I cannot say I have either completely despised these past four years or enjoyed them greatly. It has been a true epitome to show things change…Nothing is really constant, people I have once been best friends with are now my worst enemies and people I never thought I would truly speak to are becoming my friends. I cannot say every event has its own partial meaning, because that is giving too much credit to life…but all in all I think I shall miss this place, but at the same time I am urging the next step to arrive.

In high school people are type cast, and when that notion has stuck in the heads of the masses it is virtually impossible to dissuade them from their previous notion…Not that this does not also happen in college, but it is a chance for a new start…It feels kind of like Kafka’s parable…Caught between past and future endlessly struggling with the person caught in the moment…With the addition of modern technology loosing touch with people is not likely, but all the while new people, places, and experiences beckon…I think I should go answer…

~ by Mr. Cynic on April 2, 2009.