Reality
It’s funny. No, I’m not referring to the fact that this is my second post of the new year, and it’s not even a week in. I didn’t even make a resolution… What I am referring to is how things change when one stops and takes inventory. A moment ago, I came upstairs from hanging out with my brother, watching Scrubs, which, by the way, I find quite amusing. Anyway, my e-mail inbox said I had a new wall post on Facebook from a friend of mine whom I knew was going to be gone for the next semester. It turns out he’s already gone. Plus, a couple of my other friends will be doing the same thing quite soon. They’re all following different musical pursuits now that they’ve graduated. You’d think that it would be no big deal right? Well, not exactly. You see, these guys have kinda been my musical compadres for the past while, and honestly, (pull out your tissues) I’m going to miss them. Of course, they’ll probably be back, and there’s a good chance we’ll be playing together again as early as this summer, but I guess I’m sad they won’t be a part of my last semester of college. In many ways, I’ve never felt as respected with anyone else as I have with them (which is strange because in many other ways, we are so different and would have never been friends had it not been for music, which speaks to the efficacy of the art), at least in the same way. On some level, we understand each other unlike I feel I’ve ever been understood.
But to get really honest, that isn’t the root issue here. It’s the combination of a number of things. Have I accomplished anything? Have I grown and changed? Have I risked and invested? Do I have any friends who will actually care at least a bit when I’m gone? Will my life turn out like it should, or will I screw it up? Was it worth four years of my life and thousands of dollars of my parents’ money (and eventually mine once I start paying off loans)? Does my family know I love them and owe them the world but don’t really know how to show it? Am I ready to move on into real life? Maybe it’s the fact that it’s 2:30 in the morning, and I should be sleeping, but I guess you could say I’m in a pensive mood. I just want to make a difference and live without regrets. And more than anything, I’m scared of being alone, which is something I’d much rather share with a friend or a special someone who is more than a friend, but at this point, I don’t have the latter, and I question the former. My phone sits silent most of the time, unless someone needs something, and not very often does my computer make that fun whooshing sound, announcing an incoming instant message. Man, it’s a good thing no one reads this, or you’d probably consider this an invitation to my pity party and then slap me for being such an idiot. I am being serious, but realize that I don’t intend to over-dramatize it. I just think about these things sometimes, and the closer I become to a college graduate, the more they shift to the foreground. It is good to know, or at least to assume, that there are other people who process these same things. And of course, if I could figure out how to surrender control, there is One who can take care of it and me. I guess I’m not alone.
Matt





