Contemplating the stars

Sure it sounds like a cheesy romance film, but thats exactly what I was just doing. One of the things that I think people frequently don't take nearly enough joy in, and something I really do savor, is that long walk home at night. That long, contemplative walk, whether its from the library, the engineering building, or a friend's apartment.

To be left alone with nothing but your thoughts surrounding you, that most personal of personal moments, is a unique feeling, hard to really put into words. As if it isn't already difficult enough to put into words your thoughts, to describe a feeling like that definitely is a struggle itself.

Thats kind of similar to what gets put here. Some people attempt to jot down whatever comes to mind, in the hopes of capturing their "raw intellect." I think its a little more important to write down something a bit more structured and well thought out though, so that I can actually come back a few hours down the road and have some semblance of what looks to be a logical entry, something that primarily I, and maybe as well others, can benefit from.

This thought session in particular, I'd like to say I was thinking about big things, the way the universe works, what the future holds for the human race, as thats what looking at the overwhelmingly expansive theater of the sky tends to evoke in me, but instead today, as I walked that serene path from Arbor Forest back to Marigold, all I was thinking was whether or not my roommate would be at my place, and what we'd do if he was. Quite the intellectual, eh?

Though thats what does it for me, more generally speaking, people do their best thinking in different places. For some people its in the shower (isn't that a wonderful little depiction), for some its lying in bed, and for some its on that walk home. I think everyone should attempt these little thought provoking segments once in a while though, to help sort through that ever-shifting ether that is life.