It's now the last week of school, and I'm finally slowing down, almost unwillingly.

It's the uncertainty of the summer that frightens me.  Once during the school year there existed something called classes where students shows up weekly, however there is no such thing during the summer, at least not with the "original" lineup anyway.

The harder part I suppose is I will no longer see the people I've expected to see every week.

We all learn to grow up, to stay alive, and in cases such as this we are presented with two choices.  Balantly put, either get their contact information or never expect to talk to them again.

I was introduced to a mantra in my younger days, and it isn't until recently that I've begun to hold on to it, that I would rather regret doing it than to ever regret not to, you know, the should of, could of but didn't senario.

I do feel somewhat refreshed.  The block I've been in for the past 10 days seems almost past, and it does feel easier for myself to introspect.  The positivity isn't something I have plenty of, and that's partially why I am very afraid to risk the little I have.  However, as we all know, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear, you shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes, I'll see you on the dark side of the moon."