WAG - Trying to Keep My Head on Straight
as the World Rocks Beneath My Feet
Concentration…is eluding me.
I’d like to blame it all on the end of the semester, but that wouldn’t entirely be true.
The end of the semester isn’t the prompt causing the loss of concentration I alluded to earlier. My feeling of disjointedness comes stems from the changes that come with the closing of a chapter.
Changes in location, changes in peers, changes in rules, changes in activity, changes in options…
I don’t fear change. I know I can’t stay in college forever (though some people try). There’s just a bit of uneasiness associated with the knowledge one’s norms are about to change.
“Humans are creatures of habit,” people say. We like our routines. There are many different variations, and the though some of them may appear chaotic, people take pleasure in their preferred method to their madness.
We don’t like it when the boat rocks. It irritates and makes us uncomfortable. But on the sea of life, it’s a given we’re going to be perturbed - and that it’s going to be a common occurrence as well.
So that’s why my thought process feels a bit disjointed, on the fritz, and a little bit fuzzy.
And that’s why I have to buckle down and deal with it, because the waves are going to keep coming and I’d like to keep sailing.
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