There is power in leaving. I feel it as I consider these last few hours of my time here in Syracuse. These are my final hours of possibly one of the most important school years' of my life. If the human self is always changing and evolving, then the person I was in September at the start of the year is damn near unreckognizable now. That statement has power. A year has passed and I have changed.
By leaving, I am solidifying that person in my past. It is a rash move. All of my life I have been striving to maintain this illusion according to a false ideal. In the past nine months, you could say that I have grown up quite a bit. I do not want to simply say that I "grew up," because such a finite sentence suggests that "up" is something you can attain. In reality, there is no"up" except for the ideal we strive to attain. We are constantly growing toward this "up," moving in an upward direction. But we can never stop this motion. We never reach a state of "up." We can only reach higher.
.........and apparently on this night I begin my career as an inspirational speech writer.
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