*these thoughts are not entirely thesis related, but they do speak truth
to where my head has been throughout the development of my thesis work
time has always been such a strange idea to me. we worry about not
having enough time to finish tasks and we complain about its vast
measures when we're faced with brick walls of boredom. time was created
to be simple; to be a system for determining the sequential
relationship between two events. and yet I so often struggle with
understanding its simplicity... most of the time its staring me right in
the face.
these past few months have taught me a lot about the importance of
investing time in others. perhaps not always in a form that requires
great lengths of physical time, but might just entail initiating short
but honest conversation, expressing a genuine smile to the
daily
stranger I pass every day, or offering a listening ear when I have piles
of homework on my mind. and I can not fail to mention the ways in
which others have shown such great kindness... like a friend who
prepares me a brie/pear rye sandwich for no apparent reason, a sick
friend who goes out of her way to offer me a listening ear, and as
noted below - the genuine words of a talented housemate...
these hearts of ours were made to love, strung with live wires of
compassion and mercy, and yet this flesh and this will is so unwilling
to yield. - m.hers
