| Wow...I'm actually updating; it's been quite a while, hasn't it ? There are way too many things in my life that've happened since I last wrote here and I don't care enough to try to recap any of it. Anyways, if you don't already know most of it then you probably don't care. 1st quarter has come and gone and I can assure everyone that Junior year lives up to its reputation of being the hardest year at St. X. Friendships have been formed and broken but, for the most part, things have continued to be like they were last year. I guess that means that everything is just "okay" at best....
The real reason I'm here is to make a promise to myself and have everyone who reads this be a witness that may attest to it. I'm fucking tired of how my life has been going so far this year. More than not, I hate myself with a passion. School is seriously killing me slowly and, unless I actually start trying to do well, I am going to go out of my mind. Trust me, 4 APs is by no means impossible and, in fact, it isn't even that difficult; but I've just been so apathetic to giving any effort that my grades are starting to reflect that. Procrastination is probably the cause of half of the stress I get on a daily basis and the reason for it is because I have no self-determination. In my relationships with others, I am pretty much just settling with what I have and not trying to build stronger bonds. I can't honestly say I have any really good friends to whom I could open myself completely. I'm sick of waiting around hoping that certain things will happen. It's about time I take action and assume full responsibility for what I am. I swear, on everything that I claim to be, that I will, from this point on, put forth every effort possible to live out the struggle towards the magis. This means I'm not going to waste any time just shitting around like I have been up till now. I want to use the time I am given to its optimum capability. I no longer want to be weak of mind, body, and spirit. Everything I do should somehow promote my happiness and ability to become a better person. Among other things, I am going to create a sort of schedule that will allot time for everything and more. I will do all of my school work with more than sufficient time. I am going to start working out every single day and eating healthier too. I am going to approach friendships and other kinds of relationships with my full attention and I will no longer be content with just "settling". There are also many other personal changes that I plan to undergo, even though I prefer not to list any of them here. These adjustments, in compilation, will probably be the hardest and most extreme test of determination and self-integrity that I may ever attempt, and it will be continuous throughout the rest of my life. I need to prove to myself that I can be the person I want to be. Ultimately, what I want from all of this is to be a happy and accomplished human being. I remember Coach Specht once saying that he asks his players to look themselves in the mirror at the end of the day and ask, "Am I a better person today?" Our football team is now going into regional Finals, undefeated; therefore there must be some credibility to this idea. From now on, I will ask myself this question every night, and, if the answer is negative, I will push myself even further the next day. Of course, I am not going to succeed right away because I know that I am weak; I am only human after all. That is why I need every person that reads this to support and help me through this transformation. In improving myself, I hope that all of those around me may also be enriched. Even if I am to fail miserably, the one thing I hope for more than anything else is that the people around me may benefit somehow. I want to be happy, but only if I am able to make the lives of my friends and family more joyful because, otherwise, nothing I do will be worth shit.
I'll leave you with my favorite poem which, if you understand it, in a way contradicts the intent of this update. Nevertheless, it grasps a concept of life that I wish I could leave behind. I want to believe that my life is meaningful; that my actions can have an impact on my being and that of the people around me. However, I honestly just don't know... All I can hope is that Poe was indeed a dejected lunatic playing off the emotions he felt for his wife, instead of the intuitive genius, who was able to probe into the depths and self-eminent truths of the human being, that I believe him to be. For the sake of humanity, I hope I am wrong.
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;--- Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before, "Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice. Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore. " 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door. Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore." Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,--- Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-- On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore: Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil! By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore-- Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore--- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore? Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted---nevermore!
--Edgar Allan Poe (February 1845, American Review)
I might update again later...or I might not...it all depends on how I'm feeling and whether or not I can find the time and if I am able to see a purpose to it. Life is interesting...we can never be sure of anything... |