"Feelin' the way I do,
Its hard to keep focus.
One minute, staring at the moon
Next into your eyes.
Its no surprise, mmm, that my knees weaken
At the lovely words ya speakin'."
These warm summer nights remind me of a better time. A time when I didn't feel like everyday was a constant trial to see if I was committed to living life to the fullest. Nights like these remind me of... big chillin' with friends in front of the house till 4am. And nights spent out in the hills overlooking the city with a cup of Earl Grey and someone to share a conversation with. Jungle gyms at parks after hours.
I'm feeling better little by little. Babysteps each day. I still have yet to discover what this seemingly rehab-esque recovery is from. I think one of the most frustrating feelings is not knowing what ails you. It's right above sore triceps and not being ble to sneeze...
I think life in general is harder nowadays. There are so many social determining factors that comprise the standards that we attribute to a good quality of life. And with inflations and econonmic declines as of late, I fear the peril that will pursue the attainment of my college degree. Upon some real examination of our lives, I think you might realize we're sheltered. The belief is you go to college, attain a degree, and you enter the job market. But with how our economy is, there are definately no guarantees.
My Pops manages a warehouse in Ontario. He had to lay off more people this past month than in all 8 years he's been working there. Makes one think and partially fear who's next..
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