Moods

Tired

I am so tired.  I can barely keep my eyes open.  I find it very difficult, yet fun to attempt to form thoughts while tired.  It’s very similar to being drunk in a way, just not quite as fun.  My temper feels much shorter than normal.  Most likely, the smallest thing would piss me off right now, but I’m typically a pretty easy going person.  I think my eyelids weigh about one hundred pounds apiece.

Hopeful

For the first time in about three months I feel like I have a good future ahead of me.  I can remember the last year, and it’s been such a dramatic change for me since April.  I guess I have come to the realization that life isn’t so bad.  I’m not hurt in any way, I’m young, in good health, and don’t have any strings tying me down.  That makes me feel really good.  I think another thing is the fact that I’ve decided what I’m going to do with my life.  I think I’m going to go into Sociology, and eventually teach.  Nothing fascinates me more.  That gives me a lot of hope.

I think its purpose that makes us hopeful in life.  Something to look forward to, and knowing that we are driven by something gives us an enormous amount of motivation and hope.  But what is “hope” It can be defined in a number of ways.  It’s the denial of reality for some people.  When I say reality, I mean the fact that growing up, perhaps your parents said, “That just isn’t possible.  You don’t need to do that.”  But you did it anyway.  That’s hope.  Doing what others think can’t be done.  How many of us don’t try things because we are afraid of ridicule or what people will say?  What if great minds had felt that way?  We’d be stuck in the dark ages.  Never give up.