Let's Try This Again, Shall We?

When I was in the last days of high school, I became overly excited about ending that phase of my life and starting university. I thought it would be so different, so wonderful. I had these big dreams of how amazing things would be and that I would be so happy. And don't get me wrong, it is definitely quite different than anything I have experienced and I do quite enjoy it. Its great. I'm not too fond of what I'm studying right now, but that's already set to change next year. But I've realized that it isn't all that splendor that I had planned in that faraway place of high school. And I know perfectly why, but I've been denying it for some time now. Its me. If I want my life to be wonderful, then I need to make it so. If I expect anything to change then I need to change. I can't do the same things repeatedly and expect a different result. That's not how things work. And its scary, and sometimes I wonder what will happen. I know its going to be hard. Its going to be extremely difficult but I'm sick and tired of being me. Not myself precisely, but I'm tired of the way I have been for so long. Sometimes one just needs to jump off the cliff and build their wings on the way down. I'm going to make mistakes in this process. I'm going to fall and I'm going to get hurt. But it'll all be worth it in the end, because I'll be where and who I want to be. So lets try this again, shall we? Lets begin making things different and beautiful. Let's be healthy, studious, kind, and most importantly, happy. Lets be around the people I want to be around and do the things I have and want to do. It's not going to be cleanly cut, there will be rough edges cute in the sides. But at least it will happen. I can't expect the world to do me a favor, I have to do it myself. And its quite exciting actually. 

Let the light shine through the darkness

Dance in the rain

See the world differently

Ponder the Stars

Remember where you're going, and what you have to do to get there

Don't be afraid to imagine the impossible for "in dreams we enter a world that is entirely our own."

Update: Moffat Rips My Heart Out

No, we most certainly are not okay. The season finale of my all-time favorite show was this past Saturday, and in said episode, we had to say goodbye to two beloved characters. Now, this show has been running for 50 years, so we periodically have to say goodbye to people who we've fallen in love with over the past couple of seasons as Steven Moffat, the writer, gets rid of them in some sad and depressing way. Don't get me wrong, the man's a genius. But he thinks of the saddest, most depressing endings imaginable. This time, the Ponds were sent back in time, to a place where the Doctor can't return. It isn't one of those times where we MIGHT see them again in a random episode. They died. Admittedly it was a perfect ending. They ended up living out the rest of their lives together. But, but, but, they broke his heart. 

And mine too. I LOVED Amy and Rory. But that's another thing about this show, you fall so in love with all of the characters that you are legitimately depressed when they're gone. I really, truly know how pathetic it seems that I'm writing about this in my blog and how incredibly attached I am to this show and all of its characters, but I just have to let this out. I adore everything about Doctor Who. It is so well written, and this episode, Angels Take Manhattan, the ending was wonderful. But it was wonderfully sad. I am going to miss them like I miss everyone who enters this show, captures your heart and leaves again. I hate endings. And even though the show isn't ending, Amy and Rory are. It still makes me sad every time I think about it. All of the Whovians are in this depression mode right now, and no one else knows. I don't know what else to say. I'll get over it. I'll re-watch the Pond's seasons for the next little while and then I'll fall in love with his next companion until she's killed off too. I love this show. Its marvelous. But anyway, goodbye Ponds. You were FANTASTIC. And you'll be missed.