Transition

Now that I have ended my education (for now at least) I have entered a strange sort of bizarre mode of thinking. “Umm…Now what?” Just to clarify, those who know me know I am usually enveloped in a strange mode of thinking, it just so happens that this new mode of thinking has me questioning my previous “strange mode of thinking.” I digress. Over the past few weeks, I have had a multitude of people ensure me that there is nothing wrong with the “Unknown” (insert creepy classic horror music). To be honest, I have always looked forward to the unknown. A wise professor of mine once told me “Sometimes you have to forget what’s in the past, and learn to appreciate what still remains, and also look forward to what is still to come.” Now more than any of my other 25 years on this earth, those words hold an incredible amount of meaning. Most would assume that after years and years of spelling words, memorizing body parts, and criticizing essays I have no business criticizing, I would take some sort of universal knowledge away from it all. Unfortunately, I do not believe this to be the case. Instead, now I find myself wanting to question everything! In a slightly dramatic sense the “Unknown” has completely engulfed me. In regards to my professor’s quote, I suppose I should just forget the factual and logistical aspects of my education, and instead focus on who I am now. What I know. What is right in front of me. And with that, hope and pray that “what I am now” will lead me somewhere worthwhile. One thing that I know that I am now, is a writer. A “wordsmith.” Writing is the one single solitary thing that my education has presented me with. And for that I am and will be eternally grateful. So for now, amongst an ocean of unknown’s I suppose it would now be appropriate to say that I am on a journey to identify the known. That being said, what’s for dinner?

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