“Island of One Liberation” — The random line that popped into my head as I waltzed into the blazing ray of sunlight illuminating the hallway corridor. Why? I have no idea. I thought it would perhaps make an interesting title of a book. I’m not sure what it means, exactly. Perhaps I have just been indulging in too much thought-provoking instrumental modern classical music lately, namely Explosions in the Sky. I confess, I’m addicted.
My father has this way of making it seem as though..no matter how bleak things may seem, there is always a way to make everything still work out in the end. I’m getting there.
Although I was, for the most part, fiercely disappointed with the film Into the Wild (I admit to having very high expectations for the film), there is one line in the film that continuously replays in my mind: “Happiness is only real when shared.” Ironically, the night before I watched the film, I had made a mixed CD entitled (yes, I title each and every one of my 2-per=week mix CDs) “Alone is the Greatest Sense of Home.” After spending almost an entire day yesterday in utter solitude and social isolation, sending not even so much as an e-mail to a single person, I realize the truth of this statement. I tend to enjoy my own isolation…my own private moments to pursue my own singular consciousness, yet all of this conscious boiling means nothing unless I have someone to share it with in the end. My greatest moments of pure joy are with others, though my passion thrives when I am on my own. It always interests me, and I am still figuring it out. Nonetheless, I wondered: how much self-transformation can a person undergo in one day? I think that self-transformation is my new obsession; tales of grand self-transformation are almost always my favorite stories.
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