Life Will be the End of Me
'cause its' a bittersweet symphony, this life.
Trying to make ends meet you're a slave to money--
then you die.
"Bittersweet Symphony" The Verve
So here we are, on the verge of something that is supposed to feel great, to alter my life, to change the very fabric of existence for me and mine. Isn't graduating college meant to be a beginning instead of an end? The idea of waking up this morning and knowing that outside of work, I had hardly any responsiblities other than menial errands to run was supposed to appeal to me.
Instead I feel rather empty. I don't have any homework to come to, no deadlines....everything is on me now, and I've not often been one to take the first step, as people that read this well know. Iniatative has never been one of my strong points. And now I'm faced with the world where you need it. Essentially I do not feel prepared for life.
The word graduation is a pretty basic one. The root of it, grad, represents the ascention of something, perhaps a next level to life. Whatever it is, I don't think I'm ready for it. My feelings can best be summed up by a tiny skit from Max Payne 2, a television serial that develops as you develop through the game.
(The phone rings)
"Yes?"
"John Mirra? This is John Mirra. Welcome to the next level."
(Horrified screaming fades out as the series ends)
What do I do now?
What the hell do I do now?
Trying to make ends meet you're a slave to money--
then you die.
"Bittersweet Symphony" The Verve
So here we are, on the verge of something that is supposed to feel great, to alter my life, to change the very fabric of existence for me and mine. Isn't graduating college meant to be a beginning instead of an end? The idea of waking up this morning and knowing that outside of work, I had hardly any responsiblities other than menial errands to run was supposed to appeal to me.
Instead I feel rather empty. I don't have any homework to come to, no deadlines....everything is on me now, and I've not often been one to take the first step, as people that read this well know. Iniatative has never been one of my strong points. And now I'm faced with the world where you need it. Essentially I do not feel prepared for life.
The word graduation is a pretty basic one. The root of it, grad, represents the ascention of something, perhaps a next level to life. Whatever it is, I don't think I'm ready for it. My feelings can best be summed up by a tiny skit from Max Payne 2, a television serial that develops as you develop through the game.
(The phone rings)
"Yes?"
"John Mirra? This is John Mirra. Welcome to the next level."
(Horrified screaming fades out as the series ends)
What do I do now?
What the hell do I do now?
