It's funny, isn't it? You can see the same TV show finale, the same final film in a movie series, and read the same final book over and over again, and it still leaves you with an odd feeling in your chest. Finish a concert, leave a convention... the feeling's the same. And then you realize that finales are coupled with beginnings. Such as college. You leave high school, and that bittersweet feeling sits in your chest like a lump - and that leaves the door open for the rest of your life. So many people are going to college, getting jobs, doing things with their lives. They know what they want, and they're going for it.
And then there's me.
I'm a music major, and I don't even know why. I certainly don't practice enough. I play around with composition, but not often enough or dedicated enough to be anything more than a passing fiddler in the trade. I love to write, but I've never finished a story that isn't less than ten pages long.
All I'm doing with my life is procrastinating and wasting time. I'm spending my days goofing off and putting off the things that I should be doing. I'm not going anywhere. I'm stuck.
And how do I get out of the rut?
You know, I haven't figured that out yet, but I think I'll start with writing the next installment to my SoulSilver journal-locke. It might not be professional, it might not be original, but it's something.