What can you do?

What do you do when someone your pretty sure you still care about is making decisions in his life that you think will end up badly for him?

Easy answer. Okay, now add the fact that he will assume you're giving him advice for the wrong reasons?

And what if you're not even sure yourself what your intentions would be in telling him what you think?

You stay silent and realize it's not your life. And I guess you pray for the best.

On a related note, something is bothering me, and I don't know what it is. It could be any one or combination of a few things.

An amazing quote...

There is a line in W.H. Auden's "September 1, 1939" which states, "We must love one another or die." That in itself is a hugely powerful quote. Just think about the importance that places on the both incredibly simple yet incomprehensible act of love... if we didn't love one another, that lack of connection with another human being would be enough to kill us.

However, Auden later changed the quote because he considered it dishonest. A single changed word turns a powerful quote into an unforgettable one. "We must love one another and die." Loving each other will not keep us from our ultimate fate. Love will not save us like so many people seem to believe. Love is not a magical emotion that extends our life indefinitely. Love does not make us immortal. However, it's something we must do. As certain as death is love. Death is the one thing that unites humans. Despite all our differences, we must die. But Auden adds another certainty, another connection. Not only must we die, but we must love. Love is as inevitable and as natural to the human condition as death.

Just think about it.

For no other reason...

...than the fact that I'm bored. I suppose I'll begin by sharing some random revelations I've had lately.

-I exist. I stood up a few days ago and this concept suddenly passed through my head. The next thought that ran through my head is that I am bad at existing and tend to waste a lot of said existence.

-Recently, I was feeling a little whore-ish for really kind of liking a guy because Tom and I didn't break up that long ago. Then I realized it's been over three months. That's a pretty long time ago. It's not like I'm going to rush out and start dating people, but I realized that I legitimately could if I wanted to.

-I'm really bad at homework. Like, really bad. I've been putting so much of it off. Finals week is going to annihilate me. Luckily I have a lot of leeway in most of my classes. Hopefully it's enough.

-The door next to us slams entirely too much. Enough said.

Wow, I had surprisingly little to say. That's interesting in itself.