I'm in college, for what it's worth. It seems like just another language to learn, another skein of rituals and supplication to worship. Bittersweet, really: my golden hopes are unmet, but I expected nothing more, so there is a blessing in not being shattered at the loss. *Shrug* It is what it is, I guess, necessary for what I want to do. Overall though, my life is good and I'm still breathing. Its course is curvy, but really, whose isn't? I've learned to just float with the stream and let its current carry me with the spirit of the wind. Staves off the perpetual fatigue and boredom that would otherwise eat away at me, to say the least.
On the vein of rivers, how's the mood of yours? We left off on something of a dark note, a downstroke, and I hope you are alright.