I feel very in tune with the idea that I need to live, to do things, to see things, to experience the world. If I didn’t think that at some point a BFA would be useful to me, I would probably drop out of school and just go and go and go and go. Anywhere. Everywhere. I want to climb mountains and sit under waterfalls and have rain fall on my face and not know where to find shelter and struggle to communicate with people and survive off of the land and feed my horse and paddle upstream and find my way with the stars and tell time with the sun and not understand the grocer and live with leaves in my hair and a perpetual sunburn and develop 500 photos of trees all at once and sail across the Prime Meridian and go and go and go and go and never stop until my body says “YOU CAN’T GO ANYMORE” and then I want to tell my body “STFU AND KEEP GOING”.
Oh my goodness, I don’t know what is with me tonight but I am so full of life and readiness I could explode. Someone. Do something. I need to experience.