So, I’m only writing this because it’s probably time for another update. I’m not sure what I’ll talk about since most of the time I just make things up as I go along, but I read someone else’s blog post and I suppose it’s time for me to also do an update, even though it’s been barely a month since my last one.
I don’t even know why I am writing this. I didn’t want to write it because I don’t know, I thought maybe these deep dark secrets might come back to haunt me, whether or not I actually do fulfill the life I imagined for myself.
But I guess it’s not good to bottle it up. So I’m writing it because I know I should talk about it.
Home is where the dark thoughts are.
It’s quieter here. I know this place, I grew up in this place — well, mostly. I have so many memories here that it’s hard to escape the haunting times when you lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling and listening to the cars drive by because you can’t sleep.
I’m rather conflicted as I write this, even though I have, what I like to consider, more important things to do than face this issue.
But after some ‘mindfulness’ experiments during tutorial sessions of my class of Reading as a Writer, an old issue came back to haunt me.
In the dead of night, when there is nothing else around me other than darkness and the quiet rumbling of the air conditioner above me, thoughts I try to push to the back of my mind during the day crawl out to haunt me as I lay on my bed.
Let’s talk about Universities since we’re on the topic of school, shall we? Continue reading “the universe in your eyes”