Life is short.

Or at least mine is. I really don't see myself living past a certain point. I plan on dying young. Well, it's not necessarily a plan. Anyway, everyone knows this; I have an intense fear of being old. So if my life is so short, why should I go to college? I can live it more fully if I live on my own, right? Sure that sounds good, but it really isn't. In order to support myself, I'd have to work full-time. I can't do that and be happy. When I work full-time(like in the summer), I lose my spirituality and my sense of love. These things need to be cultivated. Why do you think hermits make such great philosophers? Living on campus, with my parents paying for everything, will grant me the time and peace to learn. I learn so much about myself when I'm not busying myself with making money. It really does take alot out of you. So, I am going to go. I am going to learn. Learn about myself, learn about others, learn about the world. learnlearnlearnlearnlearnlearnlearnlearnlearnlearnlearnlearnlearn.

Change.
I'm just sitting here,
counting my change.
And as I count,
it strikes me that there are
two kinds of change.

I am counting money. Coins.
But I really should focus my efforts
on the other kind.
The kind that changes lives.
The kind that kills.
The kind that saves.
You know.
Change.