Policy of Economics

There is a time of year that University students feel a bite...some might say it is the cold of winter setting in, others may say it is the pinch of Christmas spending on the wallet, but all will agree with this: It is exam time, people, and dammit, if it does not seem I am losing my memory.

Everything I learned in the beginning of the year I am relearning...more study time on top of old study time that equals an additional portion of personal time multiplied by lost sleep subtract profits from quitting my job to have more study time and and and...fack. Right now, if you cannot tell, I am studying for my final exam in Economics, and yet what I most think about is my upcoming trip to see my Mom for Christmas. The following are some of my random thoughts during the snatches of time I steal away from my books. Here you go, and may you enjoy.

School seems to be absorbing all my time right now. If it is not Public Relations, it is a paper that was due for it. If it is not my writing and media class, it is the media kit that was due for it. If it is not Spanish then it was the Spanish oral and soon to be final exam...then there is Economics.

Economics economics economics economics...did I mention economics? Man, if I never have to do Economics again, it will be fine with me. Oh snap...I still have to do Macroeconomics before I get my degree. After that, I strive to make enough money so I can hire an accountant who likes crunching numbers, looking at my books, and seeing what I have made versus what I should invest. But for now, no mas, people...no mas.

But, other than that, I love being a student. The grind of it all can be tedious, but in the long run, it is that same grind that adds spice to my life. I feel my mind stretch past capacity, and then I feel it come to a halt. I take a break, and keep adding volume once again. It is so inspiring to keep adding and adding...and adding more on top of that.

It can come down to so many things for this cat, so many things that snap my head back to the future: seeing family during the Holidays, seeing a friend in Vancouver, having a good chance to arrange my future, and in general, chasing after my dream. I get a little closer and closer everyday, and everyday I learn a little something new about my life. Then I wonder...can it really get any better than this? Yes, says a tiny voice not so diminutive in volume, yes it can...and yes, it will.

To travel and see the sights I have seen make me only want to travel more. New York was awesome, as those who have been reading my posts could see, but my soul yearns for so much more than a passing visit to another city in another country. My feet desire to walk different soils, to run along foreign sands, to splash water in southern oceans...in essence, to live the life most are afraid to live.

Does that mean I am talking about you when I say that? I guess that would depend on the observer, no? If you feel I may be slighting you and checking your wants versus your needs, well...you would be right, people. Do you not know that to have something you really need, you must first fight hard to achieve your goal? That you must believe in yourself so strongly that even when times get tough, when the chips are stacked against you, that no matter what the odds, you will always carry on.

Forward progression is the main link to survival is it not? It has to be the main idea that propels us all in the direction of our dreams, down the road we are meant to walk...toward the land of enchantment where our waking days become more than what they are today. To the time when we place our footsteps in a stone cast designed for us, with us in mind, and for us and us alone.

Take your love of life and toss it into the rising wind; watch it rise and watch it fall but know it flows with the path of right. Know that where you are is where you were always meant to be...and where you are heading is only up to you. Always has been and always will be. If it was up to me I would walk the road for you, but where would be the fun in that for you, hmmm? Until we meet again, people, until we meet again.

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. - Oscar Wilde