Beward the ideas of march...

Spending 20 grand a year to engage in a world of ideas instead of walking on the surface of them and obtaining a skill seems a bit impractical. But, I don’t want to be so narrow that I am not human. I crave to be the kind of individual who reaches past the roots of my personhood. I desire to be challenged by the minds of men so my faith can be toughened and deepened. I want the ideas of hypocrites, counterfeit Christians, intellectual ideas, and my own pride to brush against the skin of my identity and build up the calluses of understanding. I want to change, to grow, to study things that are real to this world. Carelessly growing up and growing old into a comfortable thinking of familiarity is like stagnant water…useless. Fully sunken in challenge, in my opinion, help me to be a stronger Christian, a better manager of my mind, and more empathetic toward the misguided thinking of others.

You dream of colors that have never been made....

I want the sky to be a ceiling of scarlet leaves....


I want to hide in a sea of crimson umbreallas....


I want to sail the sea into a ginger sunset...

In too deep...

I just read a book in two days and thus ignored people, the outdoors, food, and all other things that fill a day. The result of my reclusive reading was surprising. When I did again speak to other humanoids, I found my vocabulary and wit to be heightened. I felt so accomplished I wanted to tackle all of my remaining school work just to keep the high. And, I found waking up to a Sunday of rest quite depressing. My dear friend Literature needs to visit me more often.