Marquis
Jack Dawkins
- Joined
- Jul 9, 2002
- Posts
- 10,462
Law school orientation begins this week, and a summer of fun and frolick is quickly coming to an end.
This year has been quite intense, as all my years seem to be. I have learned a lot, and hopefully taught a thing or two. I have laughed hard, and cried quietly. I have made and lost friends. I have fallen in love, and broken my own heart. I have taken some steps backwards and hopefully a few more steps forward.
If I have any sense, I won't be posting as much as I used to, but good sense has always taken a backseat to impulse and desire in my life.
Nevertheless, something is changing in me and I can feel it. It makes me very sad. With every breath I feel like I am exhaling some part of me that I once loved and will soon be gone forever. Is it youth I'm losing? Innocence?
I try to hold my breath long enough to enjoy one last joint, one last drink, one last meaningless sexual conquest. Eventually the discomfort of stagnation is louder than the soft comforting murmurs of drugs caressing my diseased brain. The tips of the models' fingers start to feel like icicles running up and down my spine.
It seems to be the neverending paradox of my life that the more I have access to, the less my conscience will allow me to indulge in.
I have conquered the world I once wanted a part of, and all its inhabitants. The shadowy corners I once tip-toed into excitedly hold no mystery for me now. Despite this, I haven't felt this much like a child in years. I am at the beginning of a new journey now, and barely looking into the doorway. I am small again, and ignorant. I am back at the bottom of a new pyramid, the lowest link on a new food chain.
But I grow quickly, and I adapt well. I sacrifice mercilessly and I fight with ferocity.
Bring it on.
This year has been quite intense, as all my years seem to be. I have learned a lot, and hopefully taught a thing or two. I have laughed hard, and cried quietly. I have made and lost friends. I have fallen in love, and broken my own heart. I have taken some steps backwards and hopefully a few more steps forward.
If I have any sense, I won't be posting as much as I used to, but good sense has always taken a backseat to impulse and desire in my life.
Nevertheless, something is changing in me and I can feel it. It makes me very sad. With every breath I feel like I am exhaling some part of me that I once loved and will soon be gone forever. Is it youth I'm losing? Innocence?
I try to hold my breath long enough to enjoy one last joint, one last drink, one last meaningless sexual conquest. Eventually the discomfort of stagnation is louder than the soft comforting murmurs of drugs caressing my diseased brain. The tips of the models' fingers start to feel like icicles running up and down my spine.
It seems to be the neverending paradox of my life that the more I have access to, the less my conscience will allow me to indulge in.
I have conquered the world I once wanted a part of, and all its inhabitants. The shadowy corners I once tip-toed into excitedly hold no mystery for me now. Despite this, I haven't felt this much like a child in years. I am at the beginning of a new journey now, and barely looking into the doorway. I am small again, and ignorant. I am back at the bottom of a new pyramid, the lowest link on a new food chain.
But I grow quickly, and I adapt well. I sacrifice mercilessly and I fight with ferocity.
Bring it on.