This Body Betrays me

Why do my days and nights of late consist of misanthropy? Be weary enduring humanity, I long to eat such foods contrived from the greedy hand of human genius; candy, chips, cheese and oh the list sinks to the vain depths of my hungry stomach. I am faint with hunger, my body betrays me with its ailments. Never will it side with its inhabitant to conquer this lowly thing called hunger. I continue upon my struggle to be as fit and thin as those pretty girls around me, but alas I fail. Still, I do not reach that line of beauty. Now, as I sit before this computer my sweat runs cold and I feel dizzy with lack of food. But I shall persist, until my body is weak but thin. As this body betrayed me so too shall I betray the body that has so done me wrong! Suffer body, for as you have caused me this pain, I shall overcome weaknesses of the flesh and suffer you shall for the rest of your putrid life.

Waking

I awoke drowsy and groggy from a disastrous blanket upheaval. The sun shone bright through my cluttered window, the buzzing of my phone rang incessantly in my ear. My thoughts were not given the time to float in a sea of distorted memories wrapped and played as a nightly reverie. I reached over, fingers reluctant but brain adamant to feel that death- cold touch of lifeless plastic. My hands closed in on the target, a phone ensnared in the grip of a half conscious girl. Flip. New message. It’s time to wake, to breathe new air and step out from my dusted corner of the world.

As I Pondered...

I suppose there are moments in life when you are hit by a stroke of creative inspiration. These small yet magnificent moments of realization may be fleeting in time, but are permanent in the effect they leave on your heart. I have just begun my second year of university, in a program I feel blessed to be a part of. The opportunities I will have, given my educational background, will be priceless; however the work load at the moment seems to prevail in my thoughts. Before the books get too dense, and my mind revolves purely around assignments, I would like to take this moment to reflect on the grand picture. My life is connected to all life, and my destiny is but a part of this magnificent universe. I draw comfort in reminding myself that the flowers still bloom, the birds still fly, and nature continues in its graceful dance despite my position. I still remember in grade ten English class, sitting in the classroom and feigning any interest in the discussion. On my desk was a beautiful orange leaf, burning with life, and the window painted my eyes with the glory that is nature. I comforted myself in realizing there is something greater than this classroom, and its little happenings. I have sought refuge in life, oh magnificent life! By the time we know it we will have families, and our wrinkles will mark the wisdom we have hopefully gained through life. Soon I will not be here and this earth will be inhabited by some things and some people totally new. Only my story will live on, if even that. The universe still is, and I believe we still will be something, the collective soul unbound. On to freedom, and on to eternity!