Bursts

"I was hopeful that today would be the beginning... the beginning of second chances, renewed hopes, and anticipation of good things to come. Everyday, I learn something new about people. Everyday, I get the chance to realize just how much of the world I take in and how much of myself I really put out there for others to see. "

I wrote this earlier this year.

In college, I frequently get bursts of thoughts, snippets of ideas that make me think critically and formulate theories on how random things or occurrences come to be. I get this high from having an idea that snowballs in my brain into a discussion. I get this high from feeling the passion again, the passion in having something to write about... something that matters (to me, at least).

Slowly, I think I'm easing back into organizing my thoughts. I actually think that having an outlet for organized thought somehow helps me in remembering things better. In so much as I want to spend time worrying about the next exam or memorizing the littlest of details from the latest trans from my transbox, I am refreshed at the fact that I can once again sit down peacefully, face my laptop, and pour out my thoughts even in the face of uncertainty as to whether or not someone's actually listening.