Once upon a time, love was beauty.
Once upon a time, love was happiness.
Once upon a time, I thought I was wrong.
Once upon a time, I was proved right.
Love is beauty.
Love is happiness.
Human happiness, and sensual beauty are fading and passing.
Deep happiness and a beauty in one’s life is forever.
The beauty is found in the choice to love, the happiness in the result of the choice.
Love is forever.
Regardless of whether or not one “achieves” anything, love is immovable and rigid.
Whatever one does or does not will not change the nature of love itself.
Love becomes true only when it becomes a choice, and is outright unexplainable.

I have neglected to write for awhile.

I have a lot to say. I can’t say it. It isn’t because I cannot articulate, or because it doesn’t need to be said. I just can’t say it. I have the proverbial “mindload” of thought patterns. Despite the many angles of thought, they all center around a few singular themes and are very intimate and close to my heart.

In other news I’m beginning to get moved in and settled at Lindenwood. I’m trying to make the best of that AND working overnights at the hotel. I’m NOT convinced this job will work with school. At the present, however, it’s paying the school bill; and I have no other option.

Entering into a life I’ve never really embraced before, (that being an academic one) I’m quite nervous and apprehensive. I don’t really know what to expect, or how to go about “success” as it’s defined by the setting at hand. Frankly, I’m very scared.