You see, I have recently found myself feeling stuck in a bog of bleh—a void of lethargy and nothingness. In it, identity feels irrelevant, purpose seems excessive, ideals feel presumptuous, and goals are downright impossible.
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Carpe the Living Daylights Out of Every Diem
I fundamentally disagree with the idea of “finding” happiness. I believe you should make your own happiness, no matter where you are.
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April Showers, May Flowers, and New Chapters
Spring is bittersweet. It marks the end of our academic year and the last few weeks with college friends, but it also symbolizes the turning of a new chapter.