I've been thinking of getting this blog up and running again for a while now. But then I figured I keep doing this whole going away thing way too often to actually keep up with it. So I decided eh, let's just write. Who cares if I write once in a week or in a year? Have thoughts, put 'em down. Zimple. :)
In other things, for the first time since I came to Law School, I'm feeling like I understand this madness. Wait, let me correct that, beginning to understand this madness. Ironically enough, "the debacle" (Yes, that's what I've decided to call it, no questions asked.) seems to have given a much needed push to many things. For the first time in three years, I feel happy. More so, unburdened. For the first time, I feel like I'm doing what I want to without fear/worry/anxiety/pressure/anything else under the sun, clouding my judgement. For the first time since school, I wake up everyday and appreciate the beautiful mornings again (Yes, I'm being gay). And now that my head is clear, I realise that there is SO, so much to do and in all this time, I've barely, just about barely, scratched the surface. There's so much to read, think about, experience. There are no worries about work waiting to be finished (some of which seems absolutely useless in retrospect), no pain about incomplete conversations and unsaid things, no fear of losing myself. Just joy. Pure, unbridled joy. And it's making me want to write again. Everyday, all the time. About life, the law, myself, dreams, future plans, everything! I suddenly feel like this oversized bubble (No, the reference wasn't meant to be physical :P) waiting to burst and forge a path through all the chaos. So let's get crackin, folks!
And before I go, here's wishing Happy B'day to a very special person. 16 years of knowing you has only made me love you more. And I must've done something right in life to deserve a friend like you. Happy 21st, AT. You're my forever types. :)
In other things, for the first time since I came to Law School, I'm feeling like I understand this madness. Wait, let me correct that, beginning to understand this madness. Ironically enough, "the debacle" (Yes, that's what I've decided to call it, no questions asked.) seems to have given a much needed push to many things. For the first time in three years, I feel happy. More so, unburdened. For the first time, I feel like I'm doing what I want to without fear/worry/anxiety/pressure/anything else under the sun, clouding my judgement. For the first time since school, I wake up everyday and appreciate the beautiful mornings again (Yes, I'm being gay). And now that my head is clear, I realise that there is SO, so much to do and in all this time, I've barely, just about barely, scratched the surface. There's so much to read, think about, experience. There are no worries about work waiting to be finished (some of which seems absolutely useless in retrospect), no pain about incomplete conversations and unsaid things, no fear of losing myself. Just joy. Pure, unbridled joy. And it's making me want to write again. Everyday, all the time. About life, the law, myself, dreams, future plans, everything! I suddenly feel like this oversized bubble (No, the reference wasn't meant to be physical :P) waiting to burst and forge a path through all the chaos. So let's get crackin, folks!
And before I go, here's wishing Happy B'day to a very special person. 16 years of knowing you has only made me love you more. And I must've done something right in life to deserve a friend like you. Happy 21st, AT. You're my forever types. :)
