What a unique concept, one I try to live my life by. I try to progress from day to day, continually changing and morphing my self to reach a greater height of excellence and ability and knowledge and wisdom. Its hard. Progression requires so much. Why do I bother?
Take my academics: Here I am, working my tail off trying to accomplish things at an ever greater rate while increasing the difficult of the content in concert. Why didn't I start off with long hours and then gradually decrease the credit hour commitment while the courses became more time consuming? I reason that it is because at the time, I actually thought I was working hard. Funny! I don't think I even studied more than a few hours for my first chemistry class, all semester long! Ha, I don't even want to think about how much time I am committing to each class now... It's many orders of magnitude greater than 2 1/2 years ago... What is another 2 1/2 years going to bring?
Progression seems to have a different meaning in my other aspects of life. As I progress in school, I've found that I am spending less and less time in the pursuit of social success. Perhaps it is a beneficial thing as I remove frivolous relations from my life and replace them with more lasting ones... wait... I still don't have any relations that are going to endure anything longer than the forseeable future... shoot, I suppose that isn't working... Hmm..., perhaps I am just getting lazier and lazier and calling it responsibility? I think that has some truth, as self-condemning as it is...
It seems like I become less healthier, less outgoing, less energetic, and more boring as my life is progressing... I think I need to play harder or something... Someday I'll figure out how this whole "progression" thing works... for now, I'll just keep giving it my best efforts and trusting that all will work out for the best as long as I am willing to strive.
