BEDA 31: Not an Ending....

Today is the last day of August, which means that today is also the last day of Blog Every Day in August. This month positively FLEW by. This is something I've really thought a lot about this month. How quickly time goes.

It's gotten so that I can't make myself get excited for something because I know that before I know it, the thing I was looking forward to will be over, and then what? Find something else to be excited about would be the logical solution. But is that all life is to most of us? A series of building excitement and then the eventual boredom that resurfaces once the excitement is over?

When I was in 8th grade, I was IN LOVE with Green Day. They were my everything. This sounds ridiculous, but I spent 95% of my day thinking about them. I still love them and they are still my favorite band (I used to be so embarrassed to admit that, but now I think, Why should I care what you think of my favorite band? It doesn't change what they mean to me.) but it was beyond an obsession back then. I was going to go to their concert, and this was my first concert, and I couldn't believe I would finally be seeing my favorite band live. I would be hearing their music and seeing their faces in REAL TIME right in front of me. But I couldn't make myself be excited. I mean, of course I couldn't wait to finally see them perform, but I knew that if I got excited I would be that much more sad once the concert was over. I didn't want it to end so I didn't want to be excited. Does that make sense? I hope so.

Another thing related to this is my recent Leaving Seattle and One of My Best Friends adventure. This last year was amazing and one of the greatest years of my life. The last day there with Ellie was probably one of the worst days of my life. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to be over. I hate that something I loved so much had to end. But it did, and it has been a while. I've processed it and, though I'm still not over it, I'm okay with it. It ended, but Ellie is still here and I'm still here and we're still friends.

Something ends, and we move on.

But if I think too much about it, about how everything ends eventually, I get depressed and think, well, what's the point of anything I do? What's the point of getting excited? Getting excited and counting down the days just makes things come and go that much quicker. I also think, Why bother doing anything at all that you enjoy if it's just going to be over? One could argue that, depending what it is, you could come out of it a stronger person, or a more well rounded person, or a smarter person, or anything like that. I think that's why I like books so much. You read a book, and it's fun, and then it's over. But books are never over. Books are full of ideas that you take with you and hold on to forever. The more books you read, the more ideas you have in your possession and the more tools you have for getting through your daily existence. Books make you stronger, books make you more well rounded, books make you smarter. And if you ever wanted the experience again, pick up the book and start at the beginning.

I love college, but sooner than I think, my time and experience here will be over. But the ideas I glean from this campus's every pore will stick with me until I die.


Not sure what the point of this was, but it was nice getting my thoughts out there. And because of BEDA, I'm definitely going to be blogging a lot more.

Days until the Pumpkin Spice Latte Returns: 6