Today is the first of September, a date which for many students across this country marks the beginning of a new year. Some return to another year of school, some to a new year somewhere else. For most of my graduating class today marks the beginning of their lives as university students.
Me? I’m taking a break.
Today marks the beginning of a year spent learning not with head but with heart. A years worth of AP studies taught me many things, chief among them that thinking too much makes me miserable, even if I am fantastically good at it. The artist in me is not content with mere intellectuality. While intellect certainly has a place in my life, and, I’m sure, will play a large role in my future, this year I pledge to leave it behind me, as much as possible.
I will read books which provoke empathy before reason.
I will learn languages.
I will travel, marvel and wonder.
I will be thankful for what comes my way, good or otherwise.
I will sketch, paint, and most importantly, write.
Ultimately, it’s time for me to learn to simply live, rather than philosophize about living.
So I’m taking a break, from school, but not from learning. And certainly not from living.