Last Sunday

Dubbed our last chance at freedom, it withers away. The last day to try to compensate to those who we will not be able to spend enough time or effort on for the impending future. Last seems so final bc it is.

There is a concept quality over quantity. Most Americans disagree. Most people disagree. Many lust for more and then more on top of the already acquired surplus. I say nay.

I have one follower. I appreciate you :) and I miss you very much. I say this sole follower is sufficient and I do not lust for more.

I am struggling to find 500 words to adequately describe the past, present and future of a classmate. The assignment is due tomorrow. I will need to find the unoriginal words to describe an individual and unique journey that only one person would not trade for the whole. It is my own struggle to find the words and to accept that this is my last day, my last chance to put it off until I "feel" like doing it.

Now is the time to do what I have wanted to do for years, yet I cannot find the motivation. I am scared of failure... I am sure that at one time, a wise man said not to be afraid and perhaps another wise man said that failure is the true success. I am not a wise man, but with work and time, one day I shall be. (obviously not a true man, but you get the point)