By Jaryd Frankel
The world is hinged upon change.
A circadian rhythm, just as sure as the ebbing tides and flows of the sea or change in seasons; as dependable as a lingering snowflake who’s overstayed his welcome. A wanted criminal lurking in the frigid shadows, only to be exposed by a surprising sun-kissed spring afternoon, a sultry premonition of summer days to come.
Life is hotwired like some universally inspired video game. No matter how close you come to your ultimate demise, life can be rejuvenated by the click of a tiny red reset button. As if directed by some divine order from the heavens above, the planets defy the laws of physics and shift the universe back to default.
If, but for a brief instance, we put faith in the idea that our destiny is set in stone, forever engraved in the infinite cosmos, the reality of the world with which we are presented is manipulated into absolute nothing; manifested into something small and delicate to be tossed and twisted by a devilish zephyr just itching to shake things up.
Whatever you think you know, think again.
As I approached my sophomore year, I knew I had to keep this mentality in the back of my mind. I’d have to admit that things have changed. Our class was uprooted from our T/W neighborhood and scattered in all corners of this year’s diaspora. Although friendships were lost, part of growing up means adapting to your environment and seeing life in a different perspective. Becoming a chameleon and changing your colors in order to survive the social Darwinism of a new school year has become a necessity. Survive to stay alive.
So instead of stressing over what’s been lost, why not take the “glass half-full” approach? Think about the new opportunities and friendships that lie ahead. The chance to start over and recreate a fresh new identity. The possibility and prosperity of finding happiness and Zen. Why not do something stupid, stay up way too late, eat way too much, and just live life? We take for granted all the free time we have in school, choosing to fill our minds about worries of the future when we should really be living in the present.
After surviving my first few weeks at school, I’ve learned to expect the unexpected. Getting back into the swing of things made sophomore year seem a little dichotomous. I felt older and more experienced, yet new to the whole SYE independence. I’d have days when I’m having a blast with my friends, and others where I sat at the loner tables at Eick before my awkwardly timed 9 AM (come on, everyone’s done it). I’d be so excited to get to lecture on the first day of classes but then find myself struggling to stay awake in class a few weeks later. The list goes on and on.
Change may not always be easy, but it’s necessary. Why should we be forced to live a Technicolor life? We need to shake things up to change who we are and veer off course a little to get back on track with our life’s journey. Don’t be held back by uncertainty over what change the future holds.
The only limitations you have are the ones you place on yourself.