Going Along for the Ride

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Floating

I have always thought that college was the time in which I would discover myself, get to know what I really like, and decide what it is that I want to do for the rest of my life. When you think about it though, deciding what one thing you want to do at the age of 19, is kind of a lot to ask for. 

I think I feel more lost now than ever. Not because I don’t know what I want, but because I want everything and I can only choose one thing, unless I want to be in school for the next 15 years, which I don’t. That would be pretty horrible.

 It’s a hard decision, because the heart says one thing while logic screams another. Am I supposed to do the logical thing or am I supposed to do what makes me happy? Or maybe there’s a way where heart and mind can mesh together in harmony but I haven’t yet figured it out. 

Anyways, that’s where I’m at right now. Floating in the moment before the wave decides to knock me over and make me sink or swim. Not that it’s necessarily a bad thing. Everyone needs to get a little lost before they can truly find themselves. 

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Throwback Thursday: Vinyl
Photograph by Vespa

Back in the day, when you could play your record and swing to the music, and really enjoy it. Not the way that we enjoy our music now, but really listen to it. Take in the organic nature of the vinyl, all of its sounds and old time promises. When you could impress your woman (or your man) with your fancy record player, dancing to the rhythm of the music in your living room, with a rich simplicity and elegance.

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Throwback Thursday: Vinyl

Photograph by Vespa


Back in the day, when you could play your record and swing to the music, and really enjoy it. Not the way that we enjoy our music now, but really listen to it. Take in the organic nature of the vinyl, all of its sounds and old time promises. When you could impress your woman (or your man) with your fancy record player, dancing to the rhythm of the music in your living room, with a rich simplicity and elegance.

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Crazy, that’s the only word that comes to mind when I look at this picture of a jellyfish, from one fine afternoon I spent at the Georgia Aquarium. What’s even crazier to me, is there are so many cool things like this out there that we aren’t even aware exist, because we are so busy with our academic this, or technological that, and we don’t even take time to appreciate the natural beauty that surrounds us. 
I’ve decided that I don’t want to be that way anymore. Crazy, I mean. I’m crazy, not to notice what’s around me, not to breathe in the smells and colors around me. Time to let my spirit soar and allow to land where it may, or not to land at all. I’m just going along for the ride. 

Crazy, that’s the only word that comes to mind when I look at this picture of a jellyfish, from one fine afternoon I spent at the Georgia Aquarium. What’s even crazier to me, is there are so many cool things like this out there that we aren’t even aware exist, because we are so busy with our academic this, or technological that, and we don’t even take time to appreciate the natural beauty that surrounds us. 

I’ve decided that I don’t want to be that way anymore. Crazy, I mean. I’m crazy, not to notice what’s around me, not to breathe in the smells and colors around me. Time to let my spirit soar and allow to land where it may, or not to land at all. I’m just going along for the ride.