ramblings

I wish I was a better story-teller. The art of storytelling is unique and fascinating. It is a powerful position to be in if you can gain the title.

6:15. Kelly's alarm goes off. Doze off to sleep again. Another alarm. Not mine.  6:30. Kelly gets up and takes shower. 6:35. My alarm goes off. Hit the snooze button. 6:40. Snooze again. 6:50. Turn off alarm. Get out of bed. Is this my dream? Mornings are not at all romantic at 6:50 am.

Yesterday I was reading excerpts from some reading for school. I came across this one section that was plain and simple, yet profound and extremely significant. It said:

"It is so easy to be immature. If I have a book to serve as my understanding, a pastor to serve as my conscience, a physician to determine my diet for me, and so on, I need not exert myself at all. I need not think, if only I can pay: others will readily undertake the irksome work for me. The guardians who have so benevolently taken over the supervision of men have carefully seen to it that the far greatest part of them (including the entire fair sex) regard taking the step to maturity as very dangerous, not to mention difficult."