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|well, pledging is over and I'm officially a TKE now. only thing left in the semester is exams, so we'll see how that goes, and I'll be done with that in the next week and a half. so in short, I'll be home soon.|
Teke's the best, hell with the rest
|its been quite a crazy semester...I've been ridiculously busy. I'm pledging TKE this semester, and thats taken up quite a bit of time, as well as school stuff, and just keeping on top of the normal stuff. not a whole lot outside of that going on right now, and nothing worth noting in particular. thats about all I got goin right now.|
its not my time, I'm not goin, there's a fear in me, its not showin, this could be the end of me and everything I know, but I won't go
|So I've been thinking a lot lately. I know this tends to be dangerous to my own, and others', sanity and well-being, but nonetheless, I have been. In particular I've been thinking about life, not in the typical sense, but in the grand over-arching sense. What "life" really means, and what "reality" means for that matter. Philosophizing, I suppose. At any rate, I've come to a deduction I think I like. And this deduction is, in my opinion, a key to unlocking how things work, not in the sense of scientific experimentation, but in the sense of humanity and the fantastic side of things. |
In literary terms, there is one great epic for all men to know. Their own.
That's it, in succinct form. Life is an epic. Not in the typical sense, but rather an epic of historical proportions told in the most minute ways. It is epic in the moments of solitude where the truth of one's character and soul comes out. In the moments where one is faced with a challenge, whether personal or grand, and the resulting response. The funny thing is, this epic does not seem such to the protagonist. This occurs to me simultaneously with another thought. Consider any great hero, real or imagined, for all great heros are somewhere steeped in reality. Achilles. Perhaps not a lesser deity, but a warrior nonetheless. Leonidas. Not the king of movies, but a king and the leader at Thermopylae in reality. These men perhaps saw that what they did would have an impact. But epic? These men could not foresee their tales surviving the ages, to be retold even eons later. But every step they took, every action, led them to that point. Even still, the thing is, the reality they knew was not affected by the fact that their stories survived. Their time was impacted by the fact their stories happened at all. Legacy and prosperity are wonderful concepts. But the true epics, the thing everyone faces and the story of all men's lives, occur to test all. Even the fall of a man is an epic in the most minute details. Eventually all epics end, but the real determinant is how. What has been accomplished in the epic, not that will be remembered by all men, but that is truly important? What will be remembered by the protagonist at the end, and by the few who actually knew them? This is the meaning of the epic of life. Live each small story, and eventually it will add up.
|has been alright. relaxing. nothing particularly exciting or special going on. well, thats all I guess, just figured I should update with something...|
|I've been studying for my two exams tomorrow since 4 pm. the first one starts in about an hour. if I make it through this, I think I can officially qualify myself as the undead, since sleep doesn't seem incredibly necessary. ready? fail!|
Through the fire and the flames, we carry on!!!!!!!