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Name: Jonathan
Metro: Ashland
Gender: Male
Interests: Senior year. Wow. It's hard to believe all the water under the bridge. All the bridges I've burned behind me.... All the regrets and ruminations over the years. Too many of these. Regrets, that is. Even so.... "I will be glad and rejoice in Your mercy, for You have considered my trouble; You have known my soul in adversities." Psalm 31:7.
Expertise: Lavochkins, Mustangs, Thunderbolts, Yakovlevs.... Spitfires!
Occupation: Other
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Member Since:
5/22/2005
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| From time to time I re-discover how amazing my friends are. I got to spend time this weekend with people who mean the world to me. I don't think there is a better feeling than knowing that they think the same of me. That was a ton of fun, and I don't know when anything like that will happen again. I don't just mean a wedding, but some time when we can all be together again. Who knows. Then again....
There was something I should have said once, but it was too complex..... Sometimes it's hard to say what you mean... Sometimes something keeps you from saying it. Sometimes you never get another chance to say what you should have said so long ago.......... I hope I get that second chance. Simply said | | |
| BrevityMinutes turn into hours; hours into days; days into weeks. It seems like today I repeat the trials and endeavors of the day prior. Ah, I guess I'm just a little disillusioned about life at the moment. Life in Steubenville, though many may not be able to comprehend it, is..... vacuous; almost devoid of anything of import or interest. Yeah... It is good consolation that I will leave here soon; luckily there are jobs open to me all over the country. No, they aren't long-term options; I wouldn't want to be a lab tech more than 5 years of my life anyways, but they are stepping stones to other things. Other things, though I may not know what; though I am searching still, as always............. The main problem I knowing where to go. I have friends in Ohio, but it would be nice to get away from this state, for at least a while. That leaves 49 other states. Well, not really; Alaska isn't an option, nor is Hawaii. Oregon and Washington have some pretty disturbing laws on euthanasia as well as other issues I'll not go into... No state that has a confederate emblem as part of the flag.... Still though, that aside, there are a number of states that I would seriously consider going to, if I left this one. One of them I'm rather more leaning toward, but I'd have to figure something out first. I'll figure it out. | | |
| LifeIt never stops changing. For some reason time won't stand still... There is always tomorrow, and then tomorrow comes.... Why does life go so fast. Sometimes I wish time would stop, that I would be able to come to grips with a situation... Not in this life I suppose.
For the first time in many years I'm living back at home. If I had no way out; if I was stuck here, it would be a bad day indeed. Torn. I am looking forward to this weekend. I'm going to see all my friends again. My good friend is getting married. Seasons of life. I think this one is early summer; life is full and beautiful and full of potential. The choices we make in the season will determine how the rest go, I believe. I guess they're all like that though. This one is of course the most important; I think it's like one of those big branching points in the game of "Life". I could be mistaken though, since I never play that game. Decisions... | | |
| Yesterday, Today, TomorrowSomewhere in the midst of this cycle life changes.... I hope that these changes are for the better; not that life has been necessarily bad lately, though it has not been all that it could be. There is nothing more remiss than wasted dreams. Dreams within reason. My dreams are within reason.............
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| Too many MondaysIt's Monday again. Now it's the last Monday of undergrad. That was a fast week; it seems like just yesterday I was dreading it. The weeks don't stop coming. Weeks turn into months; months into years...... Years into lifetimes. Life goes too fast. Sometimes we don't think about it until the end of a life comes, whether ours or a friend's....... This slow advance of time; no man has ever stopped it or mastered it. We are truly no more than the cherry blossom on the trees. In a day we grow up and our lives are beautiful. Tomorrow the rains come and we fall to the ground. We are mere shadows that disperse with the sun. We are as the dayfly; we have but our day. And then our day is over. What is the purpose to all this? All of life is beautiful in its time, from the beginning to the end. In the blink of an eye it ends. That is the course of a lifetime. Goodbye my friend, it will be a long time ere I see you again. Until then, I'm going to miss you. | | |
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