I am naturally drawn to writing whenever I'm stressed out or upset about something. It's how I find my way out of the cloudiness. Writing out my thoughts and expressing those feelings helps me figure it out or at least get it off of my chest.
So it's very fitting that I haven't been writing lately, as things have been so good lately. It feels that this semester I have continuously met positive influences that have also brought along opportunities.
I finally feel like I know what I'm doing. I've declared my minor and mapped out the path I'm taking in my major. My next semester of classes looks to be a great one.
I guess, for the first time in a long time I am happy. There are things that I wish were different but I am happy.

But I think that I avoid writing when I feel this way because I feel that I have nothing to say. Nothing of value. It becomes more of an update to my life rather than something I've learned or am learning. And I know that we learn thru every experience - good and bad - but I feel that things pop out more during the dark times. It's during those times that we are tested and kept on our toes and we learn the most about ourselves. We learn what obstacles we can overcome and to what depths we stoop. It's at these crossroads that we find out who we really are. We face our mortality and humanity and that is what I find worth writing about.
But I must remind myself that life is good; and while it is filled with despair and beauty within that, there is this other kind that is just beautiful. And to truly enjoy life, that needs to be admired just as much.