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catscradle May. 7th, 2003 09:31 am)
catscradle May. 7th, 2003 09:31 am)I'm packing up all my possesions once again. Moving. Yesterday I finished packing up all the books I don't immediately need. I was a bit surprised to see how many books I immediately need. About a row and a half of a bookself full of books I can't do without until moving. They're all school related. I haven't read for shear pleasure for some months now.
As I looked at my room with most of my books boxed and the shelves dismantled and out of the way, I realized how much more my apartment looks like a home because of those books. All my decorations are still up. I haven't stripped the bed - just put away the books. And now it looks so sterile. Just a room.
For the first time I'm packing in a non-rush mode. I have some time to take care of what I'm doing. And as I was packing last night, I began to realize how many books I own out of referral. Then I began to think of how many of those books and the conversations shared over those books have lead me to be the person that I am now. I was astonished at the number. I could trace the path of current modes of thinking back several years. And then I noticed something else - how my life is shaped by my encounters with friends.
I owe so much of who and what I am now to my friends and acquaintances. The most intelligent thing about me, is my choice in who I associate with. But the bulk of the credit, goes to those people who opened my eyes in one way or another.
The room looks so sterile now because I packed away a lifetime of learning from the people who have crossed my path at one time or another. I packed away myself.
So to my friends and meaningful acquaintances, thank you for everything.
As I looked at my room with most of my books boxed and the shelves dismantled and out of the way, I realized how much more my apartment looks like a home because of those books. All my decorations are still up. I haven't stripped the bed - just put away the books. And now it looks so sterile. Just a room.
For the first time I'm packing in a non-rush mode. I have some time to take care of what I'm doing. And as I was packing last night, I began to realize how many books I own out of referral. Then I began to think of how many of those books and the conversations shared over those books have lead me to be the person that I am now. I was astonished at the number. I could trace the path of current modes of thinking back several years. And then I noticed something else - how my life is shaped by my encounters with friends.
I owe so much of who and what I am now to my friends and acquaintances. The most intelligent thing about me, is my choice in who I associate with. But the bulk of the credit, goes to those people who opened my eyes in one way or another.
The room looks so sterile now because I packed away a lifetime of learning from the people who have crossed my path at one time or another. I packed away myself.
So to my friends and meaningful acquaintances, thank you for everything.
