Blurred lines between Night and Morning.

Well it's 3AM and it's been a while since I've been here (3AM by Matchbox 20)

So what better to do than to write? My head is swimming in medicine, as it does for one week, every 8 weeks in a semester. And, there's a bit of music, a bit of desire and a bit of unjustified satisfaction. So i'd say aside from the slight ache in my left temple, I'm pretty content.

I think I'm going to spend the Summer, or the next year, or the rest of my life seeing what makes me tick.
It occured to me today, I'm not entirely sure what the life plan is. I mean, I could give you a fairly rough, boring draft if need be, but there's a pretty big world out there. And while I'm a pretty little person there's a lot of it I would like to see.

Something else came up in our non-study related conversation.
The soul.
What is it?
Apparently someone measured the soul's weight by weighing a person ante and post-mortem but I have a suspicion the slight difference could be due to exhalation of air.
So perhaps it's not a physical mass that we can attempt to measure.

I think Soul can be found in expression. Because it's so beyond consciousness. People find thoughts and feelings they were possibly unaware of through expression. Through music, writing, whatever passion you have that allows to you invest a small part of your being. It's important to have a driving force. Not just a talent, gift, or something you work damn hard at to do well in. Something that lets you show WHO you are.

Even if it's the way you express yourself to the people you love, which I suppose is the most important communication there is. We mostly love people for who they are. Being mistaken about them is therefore a very disappointing thing, especially once you realise you LOVE them no matter who they are. Like, the point of no return, where you're not sure if your guided by tolerance, acceptance or denial. That and falling out of love (which can occur before or after your realisations). But hey, experience means evolution right?

I've decided I don't mind making a couple non-catastrophic mistakes in my life. So long as I don't make them twice and I can eventually see the silver lining (key word here is EVENTUALLY) then it's all ok. Building up bits of knowledge, accumulating and discarding the flaws that make you a human being. Evolution in one sentence perhaps? Who knows.

Because really we don't know much, if anything at all, and some questions will always be circulating. The philosophers will think of new theories, the tenets of all religions will give their own explanations and argue and argue and argue. Maybe we should just love to the core of our stomachs. Because if anything exists it's love. Even if we all wake up one day and realise our entire existance has been a long dream or a sitcom television show. You felt what you felt no matter what.