An entire month of 2012 just flew on by. And where was I? Trying to join the rat race. Trying to get my tired eyes positioned before a computer again, attempting to be a part of the grind. You know, applying for jobs.
But as Maude would say, much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are this (she points to a daisy) and allow themselves to be treated as that (she points to a field of daisies).
Possibly the craziest character in St. Elmo's Fire (a classic film that came out the year I was born and speaks to the trials of adulthood immediately after graduation) said at one point that she was so tired, and at only 22. Having spent the last month being a very tired 26-year-old, and the past three years doing nothing but attempting to exhaust myself by obtaining a relatively useless degree, I can see where she is coming from. Job, no job, bills stacking up, loans to pay back. You know, at the time St. Elmo's was released there were more law students in school than there were practising lawyers (as they liked to say) and a quarter century later that is really biting my ass.
But here I am. Unique, happy, well. Better than great. There's time for classic films, for yoga in the morning and the evening, for novels, for friends, for love, for walks, for life. I'm glad not to be just another daisy in the field and I hope I remember that there is more to me than all that has been done.
Because if you want to live high, live high and if you want to live low, live low.
Living high.
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