So I'm wrapping up my last day of college here. Just finished a paper
last minute, and I've got another to get to before it's all said and
done, but that last tiny step will be the last I take as a college
man. College boy? College
youth-whose-maturity-wavers-between-2-and-70-years-old?
A million and a half (1,000,000.5) thoughts are whriling about in my
head, but all of them unformed, just below the liquid surface of
conscious reality, like seeing fish swim in dark water; they're
certainly there, but you can never quite manage to look right at them.
So will it be a big deal? Will I go home tonight and have a life-bending epiphany?
I'm standing at the edge of a cliff, to be sure. I could be asking myself questions like "what's the best way down?"
"Do I have the right equipment for all this?"
"Maybe I don't have to jump/climb at all, maybe I can fly."
I'm sure other extensions to the analogy will strike later, but those
questions aren't crowding my mind, are keeping the thought-fish from
jumping. What I find myself wondering about the cliff is: "is it
really a cliff?"
Will tomorrow be different or will it just be tomorrow?
I'm not sure, but I guess I'll find out :)
Posted at 07:41 pm by
danpayne
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Old Man by the Sea (in Maine)
May 29, 2007 01:08 AM PDT
Your analogy and my own experience (and that of my friends and family) suggests to me the scene at the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, when Indiana has to walk across the invisible bridge over the bottomless chasm ("Only in leap from the lion's head will he prove his worth") to save his father. I think this time for you is like that. If you have faith, confidence, and a good head on your shoulders, you'll find that there's actually a path there that maybe you couldn't see before you took that first (possibly terrifying) step. And those first few steps may even still be more than a little scary and wobbly. But if you can hold on those three virutes, and maybe with a little help from your friends (particularly the kolas), you'll always have terra firma underneath your feet.
So what's the moral of this? I spend too much time watching movies. |
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ekd
May 14, 2007 06:03 PM PDT
It was less of a cliff and more of a very small fisure, maybe a visible earthquake fault for me, the meeting of the tectonic plates of College and the small but fast moving Trip To Africa landmass. I think i felt a tremor as I jumped from the one to the other, but it might have been nerves. |
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Comity
May 12, 2007 01:40 AM PDT
I think that tomorrow is congenial to being different, in the sense that you experience it in the now. It's like the holy moments that seem fleeting but all the same they are the ones we live for.
Well hit me back, if just to chat...
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