Life Delineated

Lackadaisy

Posted by Sunira under internet, review

I’m in the habit of reading web-comics and I happened to come across a rather good one while browsing drawings on Deviantart. The storyline centers around a group of cats, during prohibition in the early 20th century, and the art is fabulous. Check it out. :)

Above are some art pieces from the author. The comic itself is done in a sepia tone.

Memories

Posted by Sunira under Uncategorized

I know I said the next post would be about Graduation.
Technically, it is.

But only technically.

When I walk tomorrow, the end of what feels like a long journey is over. Only if you’re doing what I’m doing now will you understand what I’m about to speak about. If you’re way older, this may seem like ramblings of a young person, who’s experienced nothing. Maybe if your heart is open, and you can remember, this may bring memories. If you’re younger, maybe this may be a little insight into what you’re going to see and face in the next few years.

Eight years of change, from high school until the end of college. I can scarcely believe I was who I was even two years ago. I spend time now, reading through old journal entries from two to three years ago, reading snippets of my life from before and after the start of college and understanding so much of my fiber in so different a way.

I’ve gained so much knowledge. Lost so much innocence. Gained so much confidence. Lost so much of who I was. Experiences teach you more than your parents can ever tell you, more than you can learn by watching your friends, or reading any book. Everyone proceeds through this phase, in their own ways.  Looking in the mirror reflects so much more than my face today. It also reflects nothing, an empty future, waiting for it to be filled. And I will fill it. It’s like a sand bottle. Remember making those? Those little bottles filled with layer after layer of sand, and it’s not finished until all the layers are put in, and the top closed.

I learned so many things the last few years that laying them all out here would take me hours. I can tell you though, I slipped a lot, and avoided a lot of dangerous accidents. I learned that everyone isn’t good, that there are some beautiful souls out there, that I am not invincible, that my heart is very fragile, that lies can carry you into the furthest depths of what feels like hell, that windows to opportunity can be shut by sheer puerile ignorance, that the world will not wield to you unless you know where you’re going and fight to go there, that mistakes will happen and intentional sins too, that real friends are few and far between, to take words of both friends and family with a grain of salt, to live a little on the edge, that failure is just another step towards success, that perseverance is not…NOT easy,  to have an open heart, to hand it all over, that I’m not in control and neither is anyone else,  and that it’s okay to love someone, that it’s very important to love yourself.

All that’s just a brief, very brief, explanation of a few of the lessons and truths. There are so many many more lessons to learn, and I’m well aware that the new ones may very well overwrite the old because nothing…nothing is concrete. It’s a great grand pattern that flows and moves in this amazing way and that trying to learn “lessons” to define it is just our small, human way of coping with everflowing change of a greater degree than we can comprehend. I am unbelievably thankful for every experience. The good ones, and especially the bad ones since they taught me the most.  The ones that hurt me, did the most to empower me.

Change is the only constant, and that is the cold hard truth. But if you accept it, it can be hot and exciting, the past just a diminishing picture in the rear view mirror, the future this dim and ever clarifying light. The turbulence and calm, the storms and the clear days, they’ll all flow like sand into your life and just maybe, the final product will be worth something to someone, or a lot of people, and to the One who matters most.

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Had enough inspirational shit yet?
Because now my stomach hurts and I don’t think its from the flu anymore.
But everything I wrote about is true and if you’ve been here, you know what I mean.

To love. To lessons. To tomorrow.