It pains me to say that I love Aloe Blacc's music, especially when he has a song called "I Love USC (I Hate UCLA)." Considering his Trojan history, his song "I Need a Dollar" is rather ironic, no?
It appears as if I need a lot of fixing recently. For one thing (okay, probably the only thing), I've misplaced my health and I don't know when I can expect to get it back. My stuffy nose, incessant cough, and lost voice are making my life unnecessarily difficult. In spite of this, I'm excited. Big changes are happening- new quarter, new job, new people... and I love it!
I can understand the comfort people find in routine. The unknown can be scary. But ultimately, I live for change. I like challenges. I like learning new things. I like gaining life experience. Change is inevitable, and I feel lucky that I can embrace it.
I'm not sure how it's possible for me to be so optimistically focused about the future while having a tendency to overanalyze the past, so I guess I'm living some sort of paradox. The end result: Being so tired and not being able to sleep. I have a million thoughts that I'm trying to wrap my head around. How do I fix this?
And because I love quotes, here's some food for thought:
“And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.” - Abraham Lincoln
How do you know which people are going to be in your life temporarily, and which ones you'll be in touch with forever? (Forever meaning more than just the occasional "hey, how's it been?" on Facebook.)
See, I'm quite fond of a lot of people in my life right now. I share friendships with them that take so much time to develop. I don't want to lose them. And yet I can think of plenty of people who I truly cherished at one point, and are now practically strangers. That's just life I guess. Everything that's worthwhile takes effort.
I was recently thinking about a friend who I now have very little in common with and who I can no longer even call a friend. At the time, I was academically-oriented and absorbed in my own life, and he was driven by his own hobbies and passions, and our different ways of going about life left us disconnected from each other. That disconnection made it easy for us to stop being friends. I know I couldn't have predicted the fate of our friendship, but I wish I had told him how much I admired him for having genuine talents. I wish I had encouraged him in his passions instead of being so absorbed in my own. Maybe it could have salvaged our friendship.
I wish I could express my thoughts to the people who have impacted my life and yet are absent from it now. I would have a million things to say. I guess for now I'll have to settle for the occasional "hey, how's it been?"s.
I was looking through old family photos and came across this. Easily one of my favorite pictures ever. Just me horsing around with my big sis. I can tell I was really happy at that moment because of that double-chin thing that I always get when I'm laughing really hard (not cute).
It's weird to think about the past. If you could live life all over again, would you? When I think about the countless things I wasted my time and energy on, I think I would, in hopes of making better decisions. But when I think that every seemingly insignificant event has made me who I am today, I guess I'd choose to not relive the past. I'm happy now, so that counts for everything, right?
I just wish I could stop with the coulda, woulda, shouldas. Has anyone ever told me that I over-analyze everything? I don't think anyone has, but they should.
Can't explain exactly why, but I'm happy. I've had a pretty good week! It's about time my good karma points got cashed in.
I'm sitting in the living room doing research for an interview tomorrow morning and listening to drunk people walking by outside. For someone who usually hates being alone, I'm extremely relaxed. And content.
I was talking to my dad last week and he said something to the extent of, "I'm so glad Monday is March 1st." And then we turned to each other and said at the same time, "I HATE February." We had a pretty good vent session about why we hate the entire month and always have. Even just looking at the blogs I wrote in February (literally last week), I was pretty distraught, emotional, and overall crazy... so I'm blaming it on the essence of February.
Maybe it's all in my head, but I feel like good things are just waiting to happen. I'm going to fully embrace my optimistic feelings. They're rare.
