Interesting how…

The goals that you make for yourself do end up being carried out, whether it be in a manner that you intended or not.

I made a goal for myself that I was trying to accomplish/start on last December/January and I was accomplishing it for a while, but then it started to fizzle out. But now, unintentionally, I am accomplishing it through tumblr, and not through the books and words that were written a long time ago.

That’s how things happened last year. You try to do something on your own, by yourself, without any help and then BAM! Someone unexpectedly brings something into your life to inspire you to change.

Thank you, unnamed tumblr friend.

Discontent.

Noticing something wrong is like catching a small image out of the corner of your eye.

Even if you turn away from it, you know what you’ve seen.

It can never be erased.

And that’s where the change begins, if you actively decide to do so.

Lately I’ve been becoming more of an academic, actually noticing more of the things wrong in today’s society and in my own small piece of the world. Often, I don’t care about things. It’s not apathy per se, because I do understand the implications of what’s happening and the effects of it, and even do some of the things that I can to change things. But it hasn’t had much heart.

Until now.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about certain aspects of my life. Mostly about personal identity and myself in comparison to the rest of the human race. The other bits about me actually taking advantage of available opportunities and not having an indifferent opinion of things.

I’d like to be passionate about a multitude more things than I am right now. It’s weird because I know that I am meant in this world to help people. I have always given sound advice to people to help them, and I actually want to make an impact on someone’s life. I can’t just read books and have a constant (spiritual, intellectual) input without giving back.

So where do I go from here? I don’t know. What I do know is that summer is a good time for change, so who knows what kind of person I’ll be by the time August comes around.