The third month of my time at MSA has drawn to a close. Although October had the consistency of frozen oatmeal, it seems as if I typed my September post only days ago. I feel like this is rather consistent with the majority of the population, though.
Nothing catastrophic occurred during October. I did not spontaneously explode into a million specks of tragedy. I did not succumb to a mysterious disease of the mind. I did not wake up and find myself stranded in an ocean infested with pizza-shark hybrids. But the month was, indeed, a month. I woke up every single day, and then I went back to sleep (for the most part). And can you believe that I was up to my old tricks? Yeah, I spent those thirty-one days respiring and digesting like an absolute crazy person. And, guess what? I even let my blood circulate.
Gasp.
I apologize for the horrors presented in the paragraph above. I promise that I will now attempt to keep my audience in mind. By the way, I would like to thank each and every one of my viewers. You guys read words, and I find that super cool.
But, enough jokes aside, October did prove a pleasant surprise at points. I found the weather most exciting. Since I despise exceedingly warm temperatures and sometimes think of the sun as my antagonist, I found the sudden change in weather quite glorious. I know that I will miss the sun when all of the trees seem dead and decrepit, but I do not care at this point. Summer lasts literally ages compared to other, better seasons. And although the natural world can be oh so decadent during the warmer months, it can be even more flavorful during the fall. The earth flaunts its last bit of flora before the frost, and the trees fade in satisfying shades of color. Later, the leaves pepper the ground like little freckles. I am especially fond of the yellow leaves because they seem so acidic, like lemons. Anyway, pieces of my favorite kind of weather accompanied October, and I hope it lingers. I hope no absurd flashes of warm weather puncture it either.
October had a theme of beauty. More so, it had a theme of fighting to feel this beauty. Life, although apathetic to the strife of the individual, seems as if it seeks to ruin you. It seems as if it seeks to corrode your skin and your mind and your appreciation. We all exist in such an elaborate painting of existence, but the paint feels cracked and muddled at some points. At others, the paint seems to glow. When running is smooth and the road is even smoother, everything exists in a bright and yellow fashion. But feet fall flat and sink into cracked concrete, and the sky flings wrath down in the form of lashing raindrops. The trees relinquish their leaves which saturate the ground like deferred dreams. But living means appreciating this instead of solely trusting in the sun and its light and its happiness. You can not think of the world with a smile only when it treats you well, as living is a fight to feel filled with beauty. Living is a fight in itself, but it is also a fight for possession of appreciation.
All in all, October has been a month, indeed. I have compared this year’s situation to last year’s quite a bit, and I see evidence of growth. I hope this trend continues.
Wednesday’s Fun Fact:
You are an individual with a ton of potential.
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This was so pleasant to read. I too, reflected on this month in my blog. I appreciated your humor/sarcasm. Most importantly, I love the way you word things so eloquently. It feels like a work of art(it is).