Blog #12
The End of A Journey
At the beginning of this whole process, I never liked the idea of blogging about my life in quarantine. Many times when I’d try and sit down and write, my mind would travel elsewhere because I’d have nothing to talk about. Everything would just repeat and repeat like clockwork. Day after day, night after night. Nothing would change. Wake up, barely eat all day, school, Xbox, movies, still don’t eat, work out, shower, hop on discord and then fall asleep at 6AM, after listening to hours of music to dull the pain.
It wasn’t until blog numbers 4-6 that my opinion really changed. I started reading more of my buddies blogs to see what they’ve been up to. Turns out it was basically the same as me. I started to realize that I’m not the only one suffering through this pandemic. This made me start reflecting on my day to day activities through a more narrow viewpoint. I started picking out the finer details. This allowed me to start writing more compelling and intriguing blogs. When I wrote about The Joker, the entire time, I was relating it all back to myself. This gave my post more of a deeper meaning which allowed the reader to connect more personal. I feel like during this quarantine, I’ve unlocked many writing abilities which I never knew I had. Writing about my own personal struggles allow others to realize that they aren’t alone in this world. Others are in pain too.
In the legendary words, “All good things must come to an end,” this is might be my end. At this very moment I’m contemplating the decisions I have in front of myself. Keep going or give up. This is blog number 12, all we need is 12. The number 12 has been circulating through my head for some time now. Now that 12 has came into the foreground, will I keep making my story known or will I end at 12. That is the decision I have for myself at this moment. I don’t care for the extra credit if I do continue. These blogs to me are more of a passion now rather than a requirement. If I do continue I know that I’ll be making an impact on anyone who reads these posts. I know it’s not a bunch of people, but those people mean the world to me. I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for them they’ve helped me out through my darkest hours so to me this is me paying back the help they gave me.
Although my future seems daunting, terrifying, unknown and empty. I’ll always remember the ones who I was proud to call my brothers. If you are going through the same fears, just know that if you are reading this you’ll forever have me as one of your brothers.
We all are splitting on our own paths next year, just remember this. We maybe gone but we’ll never be forgot. Our struggles have brought us closer together. I never thought Marist could be right when they said “Students for four years. Brothers and Sisters for life.” Never forget that. We are all in this until the very end.
PaddyO signing off. Love you all for everything you’ve done for me.
*Brian is not in the Photo (Still a Brother to me Kovaka)*