"I make so many beginnings, there will never be an end."
-Louisa May Alcott.
There are a few things that stick by a person wholly and forever. Of all such instances, beginnings seem to be remembered most often. What about them makes us remember- be it our memory working actively or passively- what is the exact reason these memories remain better ingrained?
As I start with a quote, an obvious nod to Davis Pickett and his unrelenting words, I couldn't think of any better topic to bring up. Not right now at least. My mind feels muddled and a mush of thoughts lie at the base of my thalamus. There is nothing that brings me peace- nothing at this moment at least.
I have time and suddenly I run out of thoughts and words and the energy to do some action or something at least; but when I have deadlines hovering over my head like freshly sharpened blades I seem not to be in any such hurry at all. Oh, what has become of me?
Senior year, college entrances, getting into a reputable place, planning my future: god there's so much that has been happening these past few months and I feel exhausted already having been in for two days. I have no idea what I'm doing or saying tbh. Whatever.