Reflection.

I have come to realization that self reflection is one of the most essential things a person may indulge in. Solitary silence may be the preeminent expert of one's self that a person may reward themselves with. It is simply impossible to become any more intimate with yourself. I've been engaging in self reflection quite often lately. Spurred by a late night philosophical conversation with some good friends, I realized how easy it is to get stuck in a rut in life.

Today is one of those days where I feel like my day-to-day life is robotic and repetitive. Yes, different things happen on different days; however, essentially, every day is the exact same. Wake up. Go to class. Study. Maybe eat. Study more. Socialize (if time allows it, which is rare). Go to bed. Wake up, repeat. As I drift my focus off of my exasperating work load and studying and my negative thoughts of the stress to come this week, I find myself retreating into my thoughts. Deeper and further, everything I am reading is now just a blur of words, incomprehensible with my mind focused on my boring, repetitive school life. Then it hits me. Every day is a blank page. I write what happens on that blank page. It doesn't need to be that difficult to "spice up" one's life. I have one more year of school left, 5 days of school left before summer relinquishes me from the chains of stress and school.  I want to make each blank page colorful and engaging.

This summer. I'm going to write the most colorful novel imaginable. No longer will I lie around wishing to do things, wishing to stir up trouble, wishing to travel. It is time to stir up trouble. It is time to misbehave.