I haven't written in a long time. I am hoping this will somehow organize my thoughts. I feel like a part of me is lost. I used to be so sure about who I am, what I like and want. But now its like im grasping at every little thing that comes by and could possibly be the right path. Maybe this is what its like being in my 20s. I used to like being ( Read more... )

Don't be afraid of action. I know you worry that if you act, then failure is your fault; it was your mistake. But, following that logic, any success you have is also not because of you. Make decisions, say what you want. Be honest ( Read more... )

I don't know whats real anymore. Back home I had my friends to remind me of reality, whats important. But here, on this island, nothing is familiar. The people I can turn to don't know my past, don't understand how I absorb the world. Even Brendan, who I use to find so much comfort in, is just making things more confusing. I was getting better, I ( Read more... )

The question of self. If I can simultaneously talk to myself and listen to myself then there must be two selves, at least. I do not answer the question "Who is Melissa," with 'I' but with 'me.' And if I am me, who is I? And who is contemplating I and me- myself? Me, myself and I. And thus 'we' must be different from 'us' and 'them'. But is it ( Read more... )

Summers always prove to be very reflective. Perhaps I run on student time. This time last year, I was a very different person. Less patient, less accepting and so much more idealistic. That last part I would like pause on because I hope I remember not to forget the significance of that aspect of myself. I am learning there are many ways to be ( Read more... )

I am tired of self-proclaimed broken people who use it as an excuse when breaking others

We all are broken

It is those eyes; they can swallow me whole at times. A bottomless world and I am caught on the edge. An ironic symphony of definition and substantial emptiness. And the feeling? Is it possible to be so terrifyingly comfortable in such obscurity? Is balance dependent on the infinite boundaries of imagination and faith- or rather a test of footing ( Read more... )

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I am so profoundly optimistic that I could burst out of the very confines of my skin

I am offically graduated in two semesters and I have decided to apply to the Peace Corps/Grad program. First step to my ultimate goal of being a Humanitarian Advisor/Administrator. Hopefully I will be living with and helping develop a Chinese village before I am 25.

Here we go.