Metacognition

I'm starting to feel like I am consistently at war with myself about what is underachieving, what is good enough, what is unachievable, and where it is plausible to fall in between...and the only time that I don't worry about it is when I am thoughtlessly drifting through nothing productive at all. Why is it that we feel most unconcerned and "worry free" when we are accomplishing absolutely nothing? Why is it that my outlets are so stagnant and so selfish? Could I not, instead, feel relaxed because I am achieving something, because I am causing some sort of change, or because I have made some step (no matter how small) forward? Instead, I focus my energy on things I know I have control over - I run, I read, I cook...these things don't do anything for anyone else, but they are things that I know I can face and complete without too much effort.

I have never been ok with being "fine" or "adequate" at things, and I am beginning to wonder where this seemingly productive quality turned me into someone who is afraid to try something new. I have begun to see the world in a way that incentivizes not trying to make a difference because I am so afraid that I will not be the best, or that I will fall short of the top. It's important to note here that I am not trying to be reasonable - I am fully aware of the fact that these sentiments are selfish, irrational, and immature. But if I can cognitively understand that, then why can't I change it, and why is it still debilitating me? When did I decide to opt for normalcy rather than a possibly failed attempt at something more, and how do I go back?

And still, I can't help but turn this around in my head as I write, and think about what my response would be if someone else had written it. Pick yourself up; you are crying about things only you can fix. Letting the past dictate your future is weak, and will not be tolerated.

No Title 12/27

"There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice."






"I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and we want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves."

James Kavanaugh

Puffy

"You know I'm bad at this. You know I don't like things to be complicated. I like to go about my day simply, doing the things I need to do. I like to think, I like to analyze, I like to wonder. I'm good at these things -- they make sense; I like things that make sense. But when you ask me how I'm doing, when you wait patiently for an answer,when you listen attentively to the cracks in my voice, you're asking me to feel. Don't do that. Just go about your day like everyone else - asking without really wanting to know. Don't tell me you genuinely care; please don't ask me to feel.

You know that I can take care of myself. You know that I will always be the last to need someone. I like to be there for others because it's so much easier to give than to be the one in need. It is pride, it is an overestimation of security and strength. But it's all I've ever known."

-Kovie Biakolo

Alumni

I just said goodbye to the past 3.5 years. I'm ready to go; I don't regret anything, or wish I had done anything differently. But imagining my life without you all… There are no words to explain the way that the people I have met here have changed me, and it scares me to think of returning to a time before that, a time before all of you. Coming to Conn was not something that I anticipated, and not a decision I was happy I made for a significant amount of time. It was and continues to be the individual relationships I have with people I met here that make me so happy I stayed.

I'll see you again soon…I couldn't not.

"You close the door and start the motor/I roll the window down/I raise my hand and wave goodbye/to neighborhood queens and clowns."

Distance

"Instead of saying all your goodbyes, let them know

You realize that life goes fast

It's hard to make the good things last

You realize the sun doesn't go down

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round."

22 months

Don't promise me forever…but don't write it off yet, either.

"Minds change, everything changes..."

"Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can't even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, because the clouds let him; they don't wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you?"

Toni Morrison