anxious

I generally agree with every one's views the story of the Stanford student. But I'm going to be honest. I get the feeling when reading some of these blogs that everyone was inspired by this short story and I hate to admit I wasn't very inspired. These stories all share such closely-related morals and all have a similar purpose, which seems to be to persuade the ready to become active. Which, don't get me wrong, is a completely worth-while and wonderful purpose for a book. Although, for me it is becoming repetitive. At first I found myself getting inspired and motivated for community activism and this SLICE trip. Now, getting to the later chapters in the book, I find myself anxious. Not anxious like worried but anxious like ardently excited.

These stories have enticed me to really look around at what is really happening in the world and not just in my life. I find myself searching for a greater purpose and meaning in life. Which, for me, unfortunately seems like like an internal conflict of sorts. I've always lived my life in a manner by a quote I recently read;" A fool looks for happiness in the distance, a wise man grows it under his feet,"(Schlink 1). I find myself longing for this huge, amazing task to conquer, when in reality, I haven't completely "conquered" my own life. I feel like I should master my everyday life before I go searching for huge achievements to fulfill. Like the book says, one small step at a time. For now, I'm going to be a great college student. Tomorrow, I save the world :)