On the porch...

This being of mine, all there is of it, consists of flesh, breath, and the ruling part. Throw away your books; no longer distract yourself: it is not allowed...

-M. A.

Flobots = Awesome

Best version of this song ever...'nough said.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSvrCPFXAKs&feature=related

One

There's something to be said for being away from people. Something divine in quiet solitude. In my everyday life, especially when I'm living on campus at college, I find that it is very difficult (actually, almost impossible) to find solitude. I find this frustrating.

Sometimes I wish that I could just to a bus station, buy a ticket, and simply ride for hours, alone in a crowd of strangers. Or take a book, go to the middle of some downtown park, and just sit and read, miles away from anyone who might recognize me.

Unfortunately for me, my life is much too busy, and much too committed, to make either of these remotely possible. Activities, duties, and required events gobble up all of my time, like small children attacking a bowl of jelly beans on Easter. And just like that bowl, which was so full to begin with, my life is quickly emptied of any time in which to really live.

That's right. I said it. Packing one's life endless activities and commitments, to me, seems less like life and more like an attempt to distract oneself from the emptiness where life should have been.

Ah well...I guess there's nothing for it but to try to carve out a space in my life for real living.

And, oh...I most definitely disagree with the band Three Dog Night...One is not the loneliest number...

...or at least it doesn't have to be...