Compelled

Considering I keep a journal for my creative process class, this almost feels useless. Yet, it's 2:30 in the morning and I feel like writing. I really need to clear my head and this is the best way I know how. There are moments in your life, when you say something, it clicks, and then you want to cry because it all makes sense. I had that moment happen to me more times today than I remember. I made a question ball today, and one of the questions I wrote was, "What gives you the most security?" For me, it's people. It's people I can connect with in ways that I can't even imagine. For example, the guys and gals on my floor are amazing. I connect with them in ways that are simple, fun, and loving. The one place I always want to come back to after a day of classes, running around, and what not, is my dorm. No matter how tired I am, I want to see their faces, and I want to hear their stories. It's the first time I ever felt like a UGA (haha, again that moment, there go my eyes tearing up again). I spoke with one of my good friends today. We met up in front of Rauner. He talked about his life, and I listened. He reminded me of how lucky I am, and without me saying anything really, I felt so connected. I grew optimistic that beautiful things can pop up out of nowhere. And for the past two weeks, I've had moments like these with all sort of people, and I realize, I am way too lucky. These things don't happen. Silver doesn't rain from the sky, but in my life, there's golden snow. So then I began to wonder, have I connected with too many people. Have I granted everyone the same importance in my life. The answer is no. There are folks in my life who I see and feel as if not knowing them wouldn't pain me at all. There are people who I have a strong desire to get to know them, but under the circumstances, I just haven't connected with them. There are those who that connection existed, and is now lost. And then there are those, who I can never cease to be connected with. And it's those people, these angels, that fill that void for me right now. Like the next guy, I would love to meet the one I can treat like a goddess, but for now, the angels in my life are too great to let go. And what's to say these angels can't get promoted. Time and fortune are mischievous lovers, but together, they can create a heaven on earth, for the hardworking and those dedicated to being as good as they can.