A poem by Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
I was walking to class this morning and was thinking, as usual, about Life, The Universe, and Everything. I know the answer is 42 (if you don’t know, get
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy) .
More specifically, my thoughts said, “You know… I’m free, I’m single, and I can do anything or go anywhere that God wants me to be.” Shortly thereafter, I thought, “I almost sound content. I wish this was easier.”
I’ve been thinking a bit more about the future recently. Being near the end of the semester probably has something to do with it. I’m signed up for 15 credits next semester, none of which perfectly fit what I planned to do next semester but close enough. The main elements of unsurity in the near future are work during Christmas break (December 21 - January 11th, approximately), what I’m doing for Spring Break (I’d like to go on a missions trip to Mexico, but I’m not sure where the money will come from), and what I’ll be doing next summer. I’ve been thinking about getting a job, staying in an apartment with somebody I know, and living here in Lincoln. This is harder for me to do than it sounds. If it happens, it will represent some sort of milestone in my life where I finally leave my parents and family behind for a summer and live, more-or-less, financially independent. (Ok, ok, this doesn’t include insurance, but it starts somewhere, right?) So… a lot to think about.