So here I am. A full day of packing, driving, registering, unpacking, arranging, rearranging and orienteering has left me in a mild daze and as the night thickens, I find myself at my desk with an opportunity to take a second and unload. As my family could tell you, I was seemingly void of emotion as move-in day approached. Its not to say that I wasn't interested, uncertain, excited, nervous, anxious and the like, but I never allowed those feelings to linger long, which was the cause for them rarely surfacing above a cognitive awareness. Is it indifference? I'm not sure... It is true that I will seldom let those emotional tugs to sway my "composer," but is it that I just don't care? No, I care; its just my logic that tells me that anxiety and fear are pointless.
Logic is a funny thing. It's definition has been construed a bit by modern society and although some Atheists would like you to think otherwise, logic is key to the practice of Christianity as C.S. Lewis would say. Is not logic simply the "most obvious" course of action in consideration to subscribed truth? If I do indeed believe that there is a omnipotent and all knowing God that not only interacts with humanity, but looks after and cares for me on a very personal level then should not my perception and conduct be drastically altered from a view of solidarity?
This is largely why I don't subscribe to the stereotypical angst of today in general. Its pointless, distracting and down right not our place. It is this kind of indifference that I think is very good and dare I say necessary in the Christian walk. It is biblical if I'm not mistaken. Of course, the dangerous extreme to indifference seeps in when we begin to use that lack of concern as an excuse to sit on the sidelines or not even show up to the game. This laziness is paired tightly with that all-consuming desire for comfort. That kind of indifference is very easy to pull off, its another story when uncomfortable change knocks at the door.
So I guess I've done a good job so far with this college stuff; but that's a strong "so far." I've yet to reach 24 hours in this environment. By the way, talk about a different environment. I guess I've heard plenty about the mass amounts of freedom unleashed during these four years, but its still a mild shock. I mean how much more do I need to say than "no parents...?" I can see why so many go overboard or just get wild. It can easily be an overload of newfound liberty and its down right deadly. Sure going to your first PG-13 movie is nice, your own car and license is a thrill, but throw all of that into lifted age limitations and a sudden lack of wise overseers watching their every move and you get the stereotypical college student, hell-bent on soaking up as much pleasure as possible. To the prevailing altitude of maximum freedom/minimum responsibility that seems to permeate "college campi" the idea of prolonging pleasure is seen as traditionalist dogma. Do they not see what that highly habitual and addictive lifestyle brings them after years of abuse and over-stimulation? "Na man, gotta live it up while you can!" "Its all over once you get married," or once you have kids, once you get a job.
No, I'm sorry, but life isn't a buffet table for the masses. "Get what's good while you can" leads to a slow progressive train wreck life spent searching for more of the same. Why not instead take each bite as it comes, while truly savoring it for the genuine goodness? In short (ya right) these are two perspectives that I'd like to carry through the coming semesters. Will they be popular? Of course not... Will they be fulfilling? My logic only tells yes.
(I know my "style," as it were, in the past has been quite... thorough and unsystematic. More of the same for tonight I guess. But I'd like to change that as I have quite a different environment around me now. If my posts continue to be lengthy then so be it, but I'm aiming for more quantity this time around so as to keep you folks at home updated and let those around me now know more about my "inner ticking.")
