All that is left is for paperwork to reach my home, which will not be until January 2009 when the degree is awarded. Here I find myself on vacation at the age of 27 nearing 28 upcoming in February. The initial joy of being finished with the Bachelor’s has given way to my realist self.

I am 27.

Single, and a loner so the single part doesn’t bother me that much, however ones does get h… moving on.

Jobless at the moment, but I am going to buckle down and put stuff together to submit an application for a Masters of Fine Arts in Creative Writing, I am sure my bad poetry and mediocre writing is good enough to pass muster.

Once again, a role I have played is leaving me.

I played a high school student, a lover, a fighter, an engineering student, an uncaring college dropout, a soldier, a college student, and now soon, I shall entertain the role of college graduate.

Realistically, I have done a lot with my life, and at the same time, nothing with my life.
The perfect living example of the politicians I rail against.

Irony thy name is me.

Now, I am left with a few choices. Half-determined I strive towards the MFA. Mind filled with distraction my writing outside of bad poetry gets nowhere. I find myself distracted at every turn by all the trappings of the world.

Slowly I am casting of my procrastinating, distracted, entirely lazy self. Like a snake sheds it skins but over the period of several months.

Music, the few friends I have, family, and my mind are all that keeps me tied to this world. Not to mention, “Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, / And by opposing end them?” is such a silly notion for me.

Death is indeed change, but one does not need to end life to see that change. Instead, death of the psychological culprit in the mind is more fitting and does great good.

The winds of change are blowing. Where does the wind take me in the now?

I wonder…