Love of Lights

Another chapter of my life is coming to a close, so I figure it's worth writing about it and reflecting on what happened. I've lived here in the capital for roughly two years, which is something I have wanted to do for a while. The idea became nascent in my teenage years, and eventually I acted on it and made it reality. I will commend myself on that if not anything else. A desire that lived solely in the realm of ideas was made reality, and I lived it. That is something to be proud of -- something to look back on in the future when self-doubt is my predominate feeling and nothing feels attainable. Ideas can become reality. I decided to move to London not really sure how my finances were going to work out. I could take out a student loan to cover my tuition costs, but there was no further help for living costs. I basically had: my savings, my mother, and a chasm waiting for me to fall into somewhere down the line. Over time my savings dwindled, my mother helped with accommoda...

It's been quite a long time since I've written here. I've intended to myriad times over the past few months, but something has always held me back: either my belief that there will be antagonistic readers to what I have to write (as I've fallen out with close friends who I believe still have access to this blog -- I don't know if they would still bother to read it, though), or simply a kind of disconnect with myself that has plagued me over the past few months -- a disconnect that makes it difficult for me to sit and be introspective and touch upon anything useful or interesting. But the impulse has always been there: something within me that wants to express myself in prose, to gather my thoughts, to order my self. I'll try again now. Hold on; I'm gonna crack open a Guinness. I think I want to do an inventory on my life and internal affairs since having graduated from my masters in philosophy. Hey, that's a thing: I'm a master in philosophy now --...