without return, there is no journey
And it has pretty much subsided to a murmur. The holidays roared by. Well, to be more precise and transparent, the year has roared by. There are a couple regrets I will keep my eyes on, but the satisfaction that 2005 has brought is more prominent, more paramount.
My Christmas trips took me away in cars. On the first trip, I started having, for lack of better terms, brain pains. Since I am unaccustomed to driving (or riding) in that manner, trying to focus on all of the incoming events and sights that we passed by made my head swirl. Eventually, I sat in the backseat with my eyes closed, ignoring the swirl of information, hoardes of lives, and conversations of nature that I otherwise enjoy witnessing. Riding a bus for short periods isn’t overwhelming in the same manner that traveling at 70 mph on I-81 is; despite the similarities of transportation and rush, the trip in a bus is usually complemented by my own mental rush and that softens the blow of my realization of passing by so much. It would be nice to have a truly holistic view of my world, and I try, but I have only two eyes, two ears, and a limited number of fingers and toes to experience everything with.
Perhaps to compensate for my disgruntled car trips, I let fancy free on the extravagant meals placed before me during the holidays. My last few weeks of the fall semester consisted, usually, of two meals of soup & bread each day. I won’t complain - I love soup & bread, and the additional breads that I was able to gather together - but the repetitive meals spurned me towards a desire to eat whatever is available during this break. Hopefully, though, that unbiased stomach has been quenched and I will not add on any more holidays pounds.
Maybe I can use this extra input to take care of the work that needs to be accomplished for school. Applications, research for future use, and even a few essays need to be finished before I return, and I’ll point my brain towards the reserves of chocolate and vegetables that I’ve stored away in my insides - that should get the cells moving.
The year is winding down, and I urge you not to become depressed by the symbolic finale of this year. Another second, another minute, another hour, day, month, and year await you on the other side. Before I do cross that boundary, though, I want to write up a summary of one of my biggest projects this fall semester. If I am lucky, able, and competent enough to stay on task, it should be ready tomorrow.