Leaving It Up to Chance?

No, not that kind of Chance..

I’m talking about the kind of chance that has daily presented itself to me for the past three weeks.

The chance to make a friend. The chance to take a risk. The chance to create a memory.

From July 15-20, I was at a Lasallian Leadership Conference at St. Mary’s in Moraga; and from July 22 - August 4, I was at a Great Books Summer Program at Thomas Aquinas College in Santa Paula.

Yes. I’m unbelievably tired. And senior year starts in two weeks for me.

But just to give you an idea of what these programs were like, here’s a little analogy to spark your imagination:

It was like sprinting through Disneyland for a half hour, trying to see as much as you could in that given amount of time while trying to make friends out of strangers along the way.

Kinda like this, except I don’t think I would have opted for the Pink Nike’s or the magical fairy glitter and wings. Promise.

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Saturday, July 21, 2012

Goodbyes (Written July 20)

I absolutely hate saying goodbyes. Seriously. I’d rather stub my toe than say goodbye.

..I know.

That’s how strongly I feel about this.

Add in the fact that I just had to say a bunch of them today, and am about to say more of them within the next two weeks, and you’ve got a very unhappy Joseph right now.

In all honesty, I don’t think I have the faith to believe that any amount of hands shaken, hugs shared, or tears shed, can ever take the place of that inexpressible moment when you look into a stranger’s eyes, smile, say hello, and somehow get the feeling that, even if just for that moment, a new friendship could take root and develop.

Admittedly, these are the kinds of moments I’d love to live for.

At the same time, I realize that I am also an anomalies of anomalies when it comes to saying my hello’s and goodbye’s, because I’m always hesitant to embrace new beginnings and experiences - but when I actually do, I don’t want to let them go.

I guess you could say that I’m just hopelessly in love with stability. Normalcy. Security.

And I’m unbelievably weighed down by my fear of everything but: instability. Irregularity. Insecurity.

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