When I post something on tumblr, it seems ten times more important than if I just put that post on Facebook or a physical notepad. My idea is now online, for the entire world to see and wonder upon. I have said my say and established a certain permanence to my thoughts. I have an anchor point on which to tie my musings. It’s a little ironic when you think about how many other people probably feel the same thing, when to be perfectly honest, the number of people that see these ideas is rather insignificant on a global scale. Nonetheless, this self-important vent feels so valuable.

It struck me that college is probably one of the most important stages in my life. In my old age I’ll look back at all the decisions made and the people met, and just think about it, and tell stories-hopefully in a positive light. Knowing this, my life won’t become drastically different because of this perceived importance. I am still going to live my life as always-one day at a time-but the amount of diversity I face is truly staggering. Granted, I have only seen a glimmer of the world, there is so much more, but that glimmer is ever so complex. As I see more and more of the big picture-and start on my own life’s painting-I feel the need to make as many important moments as I can. I hope to make my painting into something beautiful. I think most of us do.