Most days are normal, right? Days that just seem to pass by like a toy on an assembly line. Like the workers of that assembly line, doing the same thing over and over again. But then there are a few days where you are reminded that you, your life, or the world around you is important. That we are not all just a consequence of time and matter, but that we do matter and serve a purpose.

As the school days press on, I become more and more carefree. I think it has something to do with knowing what I want to do with my life. I know what I want to do, and even though that seems like a cliche statement, I know a lot of people that don't know or are unsure. I know exactly what I want to do. It might not have a specific title, but specifics are for mathematicians, and I hate math. I can slowly see myself not caring if I don't do good in this class or that class because I know that the relevance it plays in my is minute. I don't see why we need to know everything, and I have no idea why colleges have General Education requirements.

Most of the things that go on in my life now are expressed through conversation rather than writing, hence the lack of blog updates and random theories on things. I think it is because I am more comfortable sharing with other people than before. Not because of the material expressed, but because of the stupid insecurities I had. I thought what I thought was unimportant and time wasting. Even though sometimes that is the case, it is more useless to not express them than it is to express them.