hiding a 19 year old
a year has passed since my own graduation...i remember oh-so-clearly passing everyone partying on campus corner on my way to ihop to CONTINUE working on a 15 page paper i still had due... up all night all the way up to commencement... quite appropriate for me really... and now i'm watching it again. It's weird to think of everything that has changed since then. who knew, right?
here's an amusing little tid-bit... so daniel and i were reminiscing a few (weeks?) ago about xanga... remember xanga, guys?... yeah... so once i finished reading my old posts there, i naturally started back onto this blog... one entry i found especially amusing, rants about taking chances, about... putting yourself on the line, because we only live once and its better to have a broken heart than to wonder and "what-if?". When i read this, i turned to daniel, and told him i would rebut my own argument, hope no one followed this advice, and beg them not to sue me had the advice been followed... why would you listen to a naive 19 year old anyways??? well... the end of that article, as those of you know that clicked on the above link, i wished i could follow my own advice... i did follow my own advice at the time... which resulted in about 3 years of wishing i had NOT. now here i am again...wondering...maybe i was right in the first place?
that was a really roundabout way of saying... are our gut instinct what we should be listening to? Is it better to have listened to the naive 19 year old novo-wisdom or the advice that comes after a few heartaches, a few drinks, and some serious callusing. I'm not actually planning on answering that question... i don't know the answer... i don't believe in regrets, so my choices in life are to either go ahead and ever more hesitatingly put myself out on that line and take risks and deal with the consequences... or to stay inside and not have any experiences to have a chance of consequence with.
i want to go sky-diving.
i like taking chances.
consequences always gave me a bit of a rush.
as i continue to callus and grow... cynically laughing at my past naivete... i think there is still some of that 19 year old left inside...
so lets go sky-diving... sometime.
here's an amusing little tid-bit... so daniel and i were reminiscing a few (weeks?) ago about xanga... remember xanga, guys?... yeah... so once i finished reading my old posts there, i naturally started back onto this blog... one entry i found especially amusing, rants about taking chances, about... putting yourself on the line, because we only live once and its better to have a broken heart than to wonder and "what-if?". When i read this, i turned to daniel, and told him i would rebut my own argument, hope no one followed this advice, and beg them not to sue me had the advice been followed... why would you listen to a naive 19 year old anyways??? well... the end of that article, as those of you know that clicked on the above link, i wished i could follow my own advice... i did follow my own advice at the time... which resulted in about 3 years of wishing i had NOT. now here i am again...wondering...maybe i was right in the first place?
that was a really roundabout way of saying... are our gut instinct what we should be listening to? Is it better to have listened to the naive 19 year old novo-wisdom or the advice that comes after a few heartaches, a few drinks, and some serious callusing. I'm not actually planning on answering that question... i don't know the answer... i don't believe in regrets, so my choices in life are to either go ahead and ever more hesitatingly put myself out on that line and take risks and deal with the consequences... or to stay inside and not have any experiences to have a chance of consequence with.
i want to go sky-diving.
i like taking chances.
consequences always gave me a bit of a rush.
as i continue to callus and grow... cynically laughing at my past naivete... i think there is still some of that 19 year old left inside...
so lets go sky-diving... sometime.
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