The Thoreau

I am highly disgusted how easily my feet found their way to my classes today. It was as if they followed the same footprints they have been following all semester. It was like they were sick of wandering around flint and ready to just go back to the beaten path they were so use to taking. It is the biggest tragedy ever. I want to live an unplanned life, basically I do not want to commit to anything major ever. However, everything thing meaningful in life has a plan, it needs a plan. So if a meaningful life needs a plan and I want a meaningful life then that means I need a plan. The problem with that logic is I despise a plan and I despise having a routine even more. Unfortunately no matter how hard I try to avoid a routine I fall, unknowingly, into one. When I realize it has happened, there is nothing that can be done about it. Luckily right now college gives me the flexibility to escape the routine now and again, unfortunately next semester that will not prove to be as easy, with the extra classes and part time job. College is giving me the freedom I craved for so long, but my life philosophy is forcing me to fill this freedom with structure, my soul screams. My soul is coping however when ever it gets the chance it does something new or makes me pierce my face, not really, I was planning that. Again with the constant plans. The addition of a car should help my soul cope by providing adventures farther than walking or biking distance away from campus.