You know its kinda funny how life works. You spend all this time walking up hill hiking through mountains and valleys, dealing with struggles and trials that when you finally get to the top you're so exhausted that you don't take time to enjoy the view. I just sat in the computer lab and wrote 36 pages of papers in eight hours when in reality, ill look back on that in 10 years and not care or even remember what i wrote about. Why is it that we only remember the bad times and hesitate to pull up a fond memory of a past event? how come humans are so focused on the negative when the image of the Man who we are after is so positive? I guess I am just writing this to tell all of you to remember your peaks and not just your climbs that you have traversed through in your lives. Not just the hard times but the good times that branched and sprouted from your hardship, the friends who came along side of you, or the people that you could help with your story. Just something to think about for the time being until next time.
