TIRED

Sometimes I grow very weary of the college scene and the things we value. I say “we”, because I am often included in this sort of demographic and mindset, whether I'd like to be or not. Sometimes, at night, I’ll stay awake worrying about things I’ve always wished I could just be above. And I’ll sit, like a hypocrite, wrestling in my own mind, listening, irritated and disillusioned, at the voices of my “friends”, who whine and complain about the transience of beauty and lust and longing. I’d like to think that we don’t want the same things, nor will we get them. Yet this idea might not hold truth.

I am sorry I might sound vague or convoluted. I want to express myself, yet feel far too vulnerable.

Everything in my life is not ideal, but it never will be. That might have sounded cynical or negative, but I can say, sincerely, that I’m genuinely happy, because I feel potential in the future, and know that God will provide.

ps. my weekend at SAU was wonderful