Hair, hair, wherefore art thou, keratin fibres?
Inside man had a good plot. Yuki-yaki had good meat, although there was a lot of work involved. Refreshing downpour in the evening. Good food, good show, good weather, good day.
There's this line in a book I bought recently: 'A boy who cannot stand up for himself becomes a man who cannot stand up for anything.' .. Apt words for a time like this. Considering all the important decisions I've made for myself these past 6 years, I'd have to say that I don't think that the bulk of them were made well. I hope that by going into and out of army, I'll pick up a pinch more perception, a pound more of perseverance, and a lot more of a sense of responsibility. If I don't get these things, I at least hope to leave with an intact and untwisted/unfractured bone structure.
I'm left with only a couple of important matters to settle, but there's not much to be done on my part at this point of time. I don't do a lot of concrete things with my time but I think that has to change just a little at least. And I want to try to keep in contact with a few more people than I do now. I hope University application will turn out well somehow, but if it doesn't, I hope that I'll be able to find some advice, and that the year after will be better in spite of the yearly rise of muggers.
I wish I'd done a lot of things right and a lot less wrong, especially when it comes to people problems. Will work at it as much as I can.
Farewell, sweet world. Do not cry for me, too much! I'll be fine, really...really.
1 Comments:
you sound almost convinced... almost
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