the thoughts of a college student at 2 a.m.

It is 2 a.m. I say this because it will be the sole reason for my lack of grammar, spelling and punctuation. Though, I would like to point out my proper use of AP style in the previous sentence. I sit here at my computer with my back to my not nearly packed bedroom. Oh well, I am far too plagued with thoughts. Perhaps it is the late hour, the copious amounts of caffeine running through my system, or my awesome playlist. I'm going with all three. I have come to the realization that I am not an overly intelligent person. I do not speak eloquently, and I have yet to master the art of a rhetorical question. I am fond of using hyperboles, and I am continously fascinated by a palindrome. But I'm ok with my mediocre intelligence. I am not dumb by any means, just normal. Yes, normal. What good is intelligence anyways? How far can that possibly get you? I've decided that all the knowledge in the world can't equal one ounce of what we should live with. I think passion amounts to much more than being able to quote the Illiad or explaining what the heck Shakespeare meant. Many of the most brilliant minds have alot to show for their work in academia but nothing to show for their life in general. If I die tomorrow, I want to be known as a girl who lived with passion. A girl who threw her body, mind, and soul into living with purpose and loving every second of it. I want to know what it feels like to passionately love a man and be irrevocably loved in return. I want to feel the passion in which my Father God loves me and to love Him fervently in return. I want to hold my future children and love them with every piece of me. I want to enjoy the simple things in life with more than just a passing respect. True happiness and freedom has been given to me, and I want to dive in head first. Maybe it's odd to think about passion at 2 in the morning. I guess you could say Van Morrison has a way of making me see how wonderful life is.

Live passionately, my friends.

S.