Today is the beginning of tomorrow

   Hey there, it's me M, I write to you on behalf of no one. I know not what I'm supposed to write or to whom I'm writing. I just let the words flow into rivers of sentences that twirl around until they end up at ease with each other and accept me as an author.

   Today... it's dark outside, oh so dark... and honestly I've seen it one too many times. The murder of crows that ominously flies over our not so beloved dorm, the silent overheated air in this enclosed space that me and 3 other students call a room, the seemingly endless glass of beer which I always remember to fill yet forget I did it, the music that's playing way too loud and yet still fails to bother my ears and then there's me, the same sad sack that cuts classes on a whim and yet still manages to deliver his homework on time and get the good grades. I go on and on about how I'm pleased with how I ended up but the truth is I'm not. This routine of getting by day to day by doing the exact same things is drowning me in boredom. I can feel myself sinking into a vicious cycle of unfulfillment. It's killing me inside with every loop. And I'm in serious danger of coming to terms with this comfortable numbness of soul. In conclusion, from today onward, my days will represent a balanced level of procrastination and productivity. I feel like I just need a taste of who I am if I am really going to be somebody in this life and the only way to get it is to search for it. Because in all that we know, life is a road, a path we walk and sometimes trip on, but all we can say for sure,  is that in the end, the journey is the destination. The cuts and bruises are the medals of our bravery to face this road head on, and the holes and bumps in the road are the ups and downs that shape us as what we need to be. So I'm just going to walk this path and stop at nothing until I can finally mirror something that I feel I can be proud of.