Soon Enough.

As with all the time I haven’t had to write, this week particularly I have my mother’s wedding so I won’t have time to put together a full post. So what I want to lead with now is that as with all this change I am going through I want to spend some time on some of the change I want to bring. Changing things like my writing style, putting a little more time into my posts, and what I want the next couple years to bring.

That being said I am going to write a post a little later this week to make up for this gap in posting so look forward to that. For now, just enjoy the nice art.

 

March Towards Matriculation: Seventh March – Numbered Steps

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Numbered days and long nights, I push forward trying to squeeze in what I can into these finite moments before I leave. Things are real now, wanting me to act soon, start to pack away the memory of these two years I’ve accumulated that have manifested themselves into physical objects on my desk.  I don’t know where to start, not because I haven’t moved before but my heart wishes that I could pack up things up so subtly that I don’t even notice the boxes piling up in my room.

I delay, find a distraction, like a child foolheartedly trying to keep their parents from knowing its time for them to go to bed. Time will come eventually and me shying away from this only takes away from the time I could utilize for other things. I keep a careful watch on the time because it seems to be sprinting from me, losing minutes, hours, and even days to the ever-increasing current that is my departure.

I’ve been busy, making my steps count in a way that both tires me out and uplifts me at the same time. I’ve been fortunate in having the opportunity to see those around me with their busy lives take the time to meet with me to send me off with a fond farewell.  It’s hard to try to synthesize all that needs to be said for closure. It feels like when you have your favorite meal in front of you, knowing full well you won’t be eating it for a while,  so bite after bite you try to savor the taste of hoping it sticks with you and fills that craving you might have in the future.

I don’t think it makes me sad to think about these things, it’s more just a reality. I am leaving to grasp the opportunity which I had been working towards for a while. I think what I’m most troubling is that I fear that with me leaving I will be as warm handprint on a cold rainy window, doom to fade into memory until there is nothing left.

​Title Change

You know, I have mentioned this many times before, but I started this blog as a way to practice writing and working towards being more open with my emotions.  So for a long time, my blog has been called “Lost In Translation” because, other than sounding like cool, it represented where I was with writing and expressing on the page. That whenever I spoke my mind or wrote my thoughts, something would be lost, misconstrued, or in some way, reduced. Expression in it of itself is easy, doing it well is another story.  So over the past several years, I spent time and effort attempting to bridge that gap between thoughts and words, my feelings, and my expression.  It has come to me that though that through all this writing, my purposes have changed slightly from just expressing and learning to express to cataloging my experiences and exploring what it to be human. It felt as if that name stopped really fitting well with the name I had initially picked and something new is arising. So, after almost 4 years of writing, I am changing the title of my blog from “Lost In Translation” to “Too Human” because at times that’s how I feel as if I delve too deep and feel this strain of what becomes of humanity if you put it down on a page.

I hope it doesn’t come off artificial or arrogant, it’s a name that comes from a feeling I get a lot. That if only I were a little less human, some of the problems I have would go away. That the fears, emotions, and inadequacies would be rectified if I could simply wrangle this beast called humanity inside my heart and do away with it when things become difficult. It’s a reflection I think that we all do and aspiration towards an unadulterated truth that I want to uphold. “Too Human” represents, at least to me, humility and understanding how far we go sometimes. Though that is not to say that it’s a defeatist attitude towards human nature, quite the opposite, most of these post are about overcoming obstacles and dealing with troubles.  Humanity can be both inspirational and disheartening, but what this blog will be is truthful, and I can be happy with that.

I hope this change will come with more insight and introspection. As always for anyone who takes time out of their day to read this, thank you for reading, I hope that the future brings good things.

On The Side: I’m an avid Dungeons, and Dragons player and one of the things that come up if you play is that if you were to create yourself as a character what would you be.  Now, of course, my aspiration, like most, would be something powerful, magical, mysterious, and deep.  For some, it’s fitting, as their personality meshes well with these other creatures and races. Each time I ask though “what would I be?” it always came back the same, “human.”  I think what upsets me about it was that no one really likes being called vanilla (even if it is a good flavor), we always like to think of ourselves as something special, something beyond ourselves.  Sure we might be successful at navigating the world we live in, but each of us always wishes, if not just a little, to be more than that. To be more than ‘just human. ‘

Now, as time has gone on, I’ve come to the like this designation (probably from overthinking and the cognitive dissonance that I had to rectify) to know that just because you’re human doesn’t make you not unique.  All we know is human, it might be the default, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. Vanilla is still a flavor, it’s just one that has a lot of versatility. Sure at the start, it doesn’t sound too exciting, but you have to remember where it starts and where it ends can be two very different places. Humanity is the jack of all trades because it really just fit in and overcome just about anything. Though we may be human, we are human, and that in it of itself is something to remember. With history as our guide, and stories of great peoples in our hearts we always go farther than we might initially believe knowing that those who came before have some done so much and those who come after will do so much more. I am okay with being human, especially in this fantasy world, because it means at least at the end of the day I can really be whoever I want to be.

Heat And No Sleep

So much is going on, tasks, work, all the things culminating in my eventual departure to the east coast, I seem frozen in all this heat, hoping to slowly to melt away and feel whole again.

I’ve come upon this tire, one I can’t seem to shake with any matter of sleep or rest.  Part of me knows that it’s not all physical. I am coming against these feelings that I am not dealing with.  It just seems like it’s too much, that if I put them off for a bit longer than maybe I can stretch time into infinity and leave behind these feelings that I need to face. That’s the thing with finite things, as you get closer to the end of them we try to save each piece we have, using them so sparingly that by the time we run out we have become so satisfied with so little. Time kind of feels like the end of the bottle, sipping where I used to gulp, savoring the drops as they hit my tongue hoping to go that I won’t get thirsty again.

It’s in this heat that perpetuates this feeling of stiffness, a desire not to move or do anything. Just to rest quietly in the shade waiting for the world to turn and the cool weather to come but I feel this aching like a sword in my brain keeping me from really finding a comfortable place to rest my head.

I have less than a month left now but so much to do. Falling by the wayside are things I wish could have happened once summer began but time and life have sung a different tune moving me away from what I have so fervently agreed to because of a desire built on wishes made before the heat had come. I will find my peace, the cool that will bring me back to where I want to be but for now all I wish for is to lay down and wait for the breeze to come.