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schools have become beacons of conformity. sure, get good grades, follow the rules, and practice rote memorization one can end up a doctor or engineer. but those who “change the world” are those to take a step away from the box. school is no longer a place for these minds.
when i go back and read my journal entries from sixth, seventh, and eighth grade i think about what a jackass i was. there is a tremendous amount of immaturity and foolishness in those entries. because of that, i often worry about how this post and entries i have written prior will reflect ten years from now. i don’t think there will be a positive reaction. but thats based on my feelings toward what i wrote and thought in grade school. is that really a comparison worth merit? probably not, but the negative feeling persists regardless.
i just wrote this following message to a friend of mine. i am including it here because it totally reminds me of something my mother would write, predominantly the first section.
we could drink wine and practice calligraphy together while the north wind shakes the vibrant colored leaves clinging to the trees outside our window on a cold, october night.
cheers to you! stay warm.. at heart. for living life with passion keeps your flame lit even in the darkest of night.
not only does it shock me that my mother just spoke through me, but how much that description invokes a tremendous longing in my heart for that scene to come to fruition right this minute, right now with someone who is similar to her, or share it with my mother herself.
family is a very powerful “thing.” by family, i dont mean it to be just inclusive to those who share the same roof as i, but rather to those who share the same blood. you know who you are. thank you for being open allowing us to come together. there may be nothing more special than those moments of our meeting of mind and heart – that acknowledgment of a connection. it is you i wish to drink wine with tonight. but instead i drink alone, pouring wine into cup and blood into blog.