I'm numb... I walk through these so-called halls of academia; with all the smells and sounds of a busy campus, and I'm utterly clueless. You would think I would have made some serendipitous friends while I've been here, but alas... I am still alone. Perhaps I do sabotage every good thing that comes into my life, but why? Do I make a conscious effort to alienate people, or is it just in my unfortunate DNA make-up that I destroy everything? It doesn't really matter anymore. The fact remains that I watch as I burn down the house from afar. I say things that clearly are incendiary, yet I can't stop the words from coming. I feel sorry for myself, yet how can I when I'm the one doing it all?
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It is these questions that we ask that is the beginning of the process of learning to love something other than ourselves...
Who is my brother (or sister)?
What is his trials?
Is he hungry?
Is he sad?
Does he love GOD?
If he dies will I see him again?
I see you on a daily basis and wonder why you don't notice me? I know I am not in the same class as you but I adore you so much and only wish you could see it and perhaps react to it... If that never happens I will understand and will continue to admire you from afar!
not sure if I count as serendipitous. . . . but I do consider YOU a friend. One day at a time, Hoov, just one day.. . .
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