The irony of time :

I woke up this morning with swollen eyes from insane sleep deprivation and the honest inability to read a cumulative five hundred pages of text, compose five papers of analysis, and study for a foreign language test within the spans of three days. While my memory was swarming to capture the fleeting remains of a lingering dream that I can recall all too vividly, I became instantly aware of the six pages of empty space that currently sit before me, due to be filled and printed with words of wisdom by seven o'clock tonight.

So of course, the first thing I did was get a bowl of cereal down my throat before my stomach could protest in anxious outrage. Next, I let myself feel the fear for five seconds (this handy piece of advice for stressful occasions can be attributed to one of my first English professors). Then, naturally, I proceeded to procrastinate, if only for a moment, opening my email only to read this tidbit of wisdom:

"Consider, Sir, how insignificant this will appear a twelvemonth hence." — Samuel Johnson

I laughed. And as I sit down to complete this ridiculous bulk of a paper, you, Samuel Johnson, can be assured that that I, ma'am, will do just this indeed.

"The one thing you can control in your life is your own happiness. You can't make anyone else happy either, that is their own choice. The best you can do is be good for yourself."

- Alvin, my professor's late dentist

I have concluded that :

My laughter this morning is as justified by humorous incidents as it is a direct result of delirium.

Choose kindness :

"Nothing can make our life, or the lives of other people, more beautiful than perpetual kindness."


- Leo Tolstoy

Wednesday, 19 April, 1944:

My Darling,


Is there anything more beautiful in the world than to sit before an open window and enjoy nature, to listen to the birds singing, feel the sun on your cheeks and have a darling boy in your arms? It is so soothing and peaceful to feel his arms around me, to know that he is close by and yet to remain silent, it can't be bad, for this tranquility is good. Oh, never to be distrubed again, not even by Mouschi.


Yours, Anne

And the ticket says we're off :

It won't happen if I think too much prior to purchasing it.

Choose joy .