For what ever yesterday holds

If you asked me 10 years ago, what I thought I would be doing now- well it would not be this. At 13, in the 7th grade, I did not know what design studio was, let alone fathom being up past 11:00 doing homework [its 3:30 am]. Yet, here I am, and I will say- 4 years ago I knew exactly what I would be doing now: slaving over architecture that will never be built, hoping for a grade that I can be proud of, and lastly, writing a thesis.

Now ask me this- "what do you see yourself doing in 5 years, 10 years,..." Well, thats a really good question. I may be better equipped to say what I wish to accomplish or experience within this time frame. Will I be in Architecture, who is to say.

What helped me realize what I was to be doing was not that I had that clear of a vision- rather I had a precise path, in which I knew my activities and pursuits would be prescribed. And more importantly, I had role models on that same course, so I observed their lives, emotions, friendships, and of course bar nights. So, like graduation, accept here, I think 'they' prescribe are lives to our shits. My thesis book is getting fatter (phatter [if anyone still knows what that means]) than me, and I just hope I can turn it in on Monday @ 1:00 for Wilhelm.
- And if I do, I can use that new flask I bought for MAY 10th!

This is the education of my life.

... or maybe this is just the beginning...

right now

today will be the 'happiest' day of our lives. we will only know truly what this singular moment is and not what it will progress into; the continuum of time will become will not be encountered in real time, rather in retrospective.

In studio, right now, I have a smile on my face. this my moment, in my life, in our shared universe is the best one yet- I know more now than before, I want less, and lastly grow more friendships.

Go figure.

deciding your lane

Life seems to unfold at the oddest moments. I in particular dwell in this idea; never quite sure where to grasp, and once I do, I never seem to want to move on quite fast enough for the world around me. I need to pick a faster lane at times, well at least a more fluid one. Tomorrows comes in two speeds: fast and faster, and it is not going to let up anytime soon. I know- very 'coming of age'.

I will enjoy these last moments hopefully more than ever, and know that what ever comes next will also be good.