20 May 2012

The Three-Day Melancholy

Years have fallen away since days of taking things easy, so to speak. The real world remains yet another mystery to a mind supposedly adept at adapting to change. Irony reveals a rather formidable predicament as to how can this mind adapt without change present? Routine, instead of change, settled into a lifestyle unwanted by most individuals. In whose desires finds comfort in a menial, monotonous positions? Homo Sapien evolved from a nomadic species. Our natural instinct drives ambition through the proverbial roof of the now-standard form of living. 


When ambition cannot be met, when this natural want for more becomes dormant, talented minds wither away in front of computer monitors, cash registers, and endless shelves of product. This wonderful American society condones mediocrity. Centuries before the twenty-first adored passionate individuals who sought to liberate lost souls from certain horrors and indecencies. These writers, poets, laureates, teachers, professors, scholars, and enthusiasts brought a new light at the end of the tunnel. This shred of hope amidst war's brutal darkness allowed a continued path for escapism. 


We rise, we fall. Rinse and repeat. Stare blankly at the three-day melancholy until the dreaded routine rears again. Speak against traditional woes encountered by those who settle for less than what they're meant to accomplish. Fashion your dreams, believe your dreams, and never let go. Find what calling you're destined to achieve. Find someone to share the adventure. Just don't rinse and repeat. 


Just live and enjoy another addition to things you can DO with a BA in English: #398- Read aloud Shakespeare's Sonnet Eighteen to a random member of the opposite sex (male-female; female-male) and await their reaction. If they understand, marry them immediately. If not, better luck next time. 


Jonesy signing off in the early AM. 

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