To be Frank

I was walking down the street sometime last week, and I was thinking. There was not anything particularly specail about the thoughts, but it was constant, and it was different to me. Everything seems to be different as of late. I sit in class, and talk about things like genocide, and how horrible it was, and how people are out there going through horrible things like this even today. This uncontrollable thought, is bringing up things from the past I have left unresolved. It is shedding a new light on past relationships I have had, people I have offended, places I have visited. My mind is expanding with knowledge as a pose to ego, and I dont want it to stop.

I was walking down the street sometime last week to go to work. I have to leave my house about an hour early, if I want to make it there 15 minutes early. I was braught up to be a punctual person, and I have never challanged that my parents were right to teach me to be punctual. I have believed that I should show up early, prep myself to be ready to work hard, and then begin my day. I respected my parents when they taught me this, I never questioned it either. It may be a small idea to live by, but even if it was a big idea, I would most likely never question it. It would be natural to me.

I was walking down the street sometime last week, and I felt like part of a community. Walking to meet people on the campus I was now attending university on, for a trip to the Fredericton Playhouse for a production of the play Doubt. I was dressed formally, and feeling like I was part of something good. While watching the play, I noticed that my mood are gradually becoming more positive, and work seems less of a problem, and more of an enjoyable activity. Not to brag, but I am definitly learning more in University than I ever did in college.