The beginning again
It is a cloudy Sunday evening. I am at a Starbucks listening to old Spanish music, looking at the young people walking outside without a care in the world. I am inside wondering about where the damn fleas came from that are infesting my house. The only question I ask myself is, "Why do I have such bad luck?" A few years ago, I started this blog post during my young and ignorant college years. I kept one as a way of keeping notes about things that I found peculiar; exciting people I met, something stupid I overheard, or my ramblings that went nowhere. I spent most of my time rambling about nothing interesting. It would just go on and on without a point. I was a young man, upset with the world, troubled with college debt, concerned with my stupid choices, so I let them out in my blog. I kept many interesting posts, which I was quite fond of. Granted, these were not something the "future-me" would be happy to read, but I enjoyed my ramblings. I believe in ideas like t...