Tired

It's the end of the six day vacation. And I'm tired. And all this time I've been wishing, no class tomorrow, please, and thank God.

Last night, there was a good discussion on a lot of things. The Roman Catholic Church, pornography, etc, etc. When you say something is bad, first of all, what is bad? What is good? What is the right way? But you know, what I know, and what I think was the outcome of our discussion last night, is that there is always uncertainty in life, and there is no one right way. Why? Because everything we know, all the institutions, teachings, etc., have been products of man. And there's no denying that man is prone to make mistakes, or, rather, to speak of something that might be the a truth, but not the entirety of it. So it always falls back to your own faith, what you believe in. After all, in this life, we would always go back to what we hold on to, as everything outside our corporeal body, is shrouded with uncertainties.

I've been thinking of becoming a teacher. A photographer. Geologist. Student. Drop-out. Drug addict. A CR hopper.

So many things in this world, that is uncertain, that one even commented, we should all just jump over a cliff.

I still have to make a proposal of my shrt story for Creative Writing 10, which should focus on shifting points of view. Dang, I don't even know where to start. Our teacher said it should be like the short story "Death on the Nile" by Connie Willis

But of all these things, one thing came to my mind. A question I would like to ask.

Is Love a universal truth?

Right now, I think it is.