Chugging Along

Woohoo ... I finally got one comment.  I suppose it truly is something to be able to appreciate writing for yourself and less writing for an audience to lament and share your woes of life's intricacies. But in any case, there is somebody that reads. Switching from xanga to blogspot seems like a great choice to voice my opinions in a more intrinsic and natural manner.

Much has gone through my mind these past few weeks since I last wrote in this blog. I found a nice coffee shop that isn't crowded, has great chai, and presents a brightly lit atmosphere. I think this will be my new hangout spot to contemplate, think, and most importantly study. haha. 

Still caught up in the reflection of emotions and memories of this past year, I have come to realize the characteristic that I most admire in the people around me is their quality of being proactive. The way we live our daily lives reflect a great deal on the individual we are inside; what we desire, what we think and care about, and what is more important to us. Those that passionately pursue their desires and hopes through pre-meditated efforts are the ones that inspire me. I have only met a few that narrate their lofty dreams and then continue to motivate, detailing the actions they have completed to see the fruition of their aspirations. Then, to see the smile on their faces as they glare into nothingness, thinking about how great it feels to have grasped that vision. It is amazing and makes me contemplate, "I want that same feeling". But not surprisingly, I more frequently encounter those that blather about how sincerely they want to attempt something, how much money they want to make, and what their goals will be. In the end, their motivation dissipates into the wisps of the morning cold air; seasons changing without being one step closer on the ladder to reaching the top. 

I fall somewhere in between, where some periods of the month, I ride the tidal wave down into the ground to next coastal city, actively pursuing my dreams. And during the rest of the time, my cyclic lows drive me to a point where I'm feeling inundated with more stress about not achieving these goals.

Tomorrow is the first leg of my journey trying to attempt a half marathon. Tomorrow's the Krispy Kreme Challenge. Run 2 miles from the bell tower to the donut factory, eat 12 donuts, then run 2 miles back.   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3ZbrpH4e9k .  A definite jovial yet exhaustive feat, but one that will prepare me for the perils ahead. Training for even a half marathon is a lot more energy and time intensive then I imagined, especially after a full day's work as a engineering student.

New goals for the rest of this semester entail delving into the riches of investment and being more acquainted with business literature and readings.  

"The person who makes a success of living is the one who see his goal steadily and aims for it unswervingly. That is dedication."

Cecil B. DeMille
US movie producer (1881 - 1959)

Lacking in so many ways

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions. - Alfred Lord Tennyson

I have been thinking a lot over break, mostly because it is the end of the year, a time for making reflections and a time where class work and other academic stresses are nonexistent. A good majority of the contemplating concerns the future and its overwhelming and vast pathways available. Tennyson places happiness in the right context of it being about 'the mastery of one's passions' . I think my greatest passion is to be successful in everything I partake in. Unfortunately, I have not observed that level of success in my efforts and am frequently disappointed. In verisimilitude to the phases of the visible moon from Earth, my struggle's outcome are never clearly seen but once in a blue moon.