My worst decision these past months has been to defer living. Not in the choices of my activities, but in the attitude of my approach. I can only regret that I did not embrace the position I chose with open arms. I allowed my decisions to overtake me and oppress me.
Looking toward next semester, I have made multiple resolutions to rebalance my schedule, reassess priorities, love, awaken my body and reform the callouses on my fingertips. But I in doing so I have failed to take responsibility to what is really my only failure. I have lost too many days come and gone with the ecstacy of life--a life chosen by me--forgotten. No longer.