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|aaron (profile) wrote, |
on 4-9-2008 at 10:21pm
|Now that I'm here, I don't ever want to look back
All that any of this is really worth to me is just knowledge. Knowledge that my identity is not dependant on my short-comings. Knowledge that I fought the good fight. Knowledge that I did what was best regardless of the circumstance. Knowledge that as long as I don't lean on myself, my life is worth being proud of.
Kameran had a really good idea. He took a dry erase marker and wrote all the reasons he was worth loving on his mirror.
I should paint "Death Be Not Proud" on my bedroom wall.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful for thou art not so. For those whom thou art thinkst thou dost overthrow die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. For rest and sleep which but thy pictures be, much pleasure then from thee much more must flow. And soonest with thee our best men do go; rest their bones and souls delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men and doth with poison war and sickness dwell and poppy or charms can make us sleep as well or better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and Death shall be no more. Death, thou shalt die.
Kirsten and I have had some really cool talks since then.
Haha, the bus-ride, the sports movie, the chic flick, the red-bull, the elevator...
It's amazing how much I appreciate my girl when I haven't been able to think of her that way for a week.
The Mexico spirit is still alive, I think. I can see it in the way people still communicate so well now. It's a bummer that I'm going out of town on Friday, but Saturday night I can hang with them.
And Sunday I should talk with Bob.
Ah...seven thirty class tomorrow. Know what that means? Bed-time.