Every spring I become restless. As nature wakes up after the long sleep of winter so do I and as I’m waking up I’m filled with all this energy. Not just energy really but ideas as well. Ideas of things to do, places to see and generally just a thousand ways to change my life. I’m a hippie at heart. A real bohemian actually. And that’s the side of me that takes over every spring. All of a sudden everything I want to do and everything that feels important are these really crazy ideas of changing my life completely. Like moving to a cabin in the woods, travel Europe in a hippie van, live at a cheap apartment hotel in Paris and write a book or go to Australia to pick fruit for a year.

I suppose most people would find my dreams unrealistic but I can’t help being a dreamer. Life should be a remarkable adventure but people (including me) tend to settle for the comfortable and easy attainable lifestyle which is OK but not the life of our dreams. I mean, my life isn’t bad. Just average. I don’t like average. Lots of people say that you shouldn’t dream too big because in the end life is always average and the sooner you realize that the better. Excuse me but what the fuck? NO, it doesn’t have to be like that! My life won’t be like that. One day I will do something out of the ordinary. One day my life will be a remarkable adventure. I have to believe it can be because that’s what keeps me up when my life becomes too much of a grey routine. What would we be without our dreams and what would life be like if we gave up just because what we want isn’t easy attainable?

Getting all deep and melancholic again. It’s weird the things spring does to me. Part of me become really sad and longing for something more while another part of me is overjoyed by the simple beauty of the season. Luckily most of the time I’m overjoyed as I let the sun warm my face, stroll over meadows of spring flowers and just enjoy the simple pleasures of life. Even a day like this when the rain is pouring down I’m quite happy because during months and months of snow I’ve really missed rain.

Speaking of something else. I’ll really try to blog more often. I think I’ll have more time for it now considering I’ve finished two uni classes and currently is failing the last one. I’ve totally given up on the JavaScript class. There’s just no way in hell I’ll pass it so I’m not even trying any more. Perhaps I would have passed it if I had lectures to go to where someone explained everything in a easy to grasp manner but I do all the studying online by myself and that isn’t working for this class. Obviously this makes me feel like a epic failure but I’ve come to terms with it and try to think of the other two classes which I did pass instead. Out of three possible grades this term I’ll end up with one of each for the three classes I’ve taken. Talk about imbalance in performance. I’m not surprised though since I’ve never been a straight A student and since the first time I got grades they’ve been all over the spectrum. From the highest to the lowest and very much depending on whether I like a subject or not. I do like JavaScript though but unfortunately I’m having a hard time understanding it. That’s a first. So far in my life I’ve never failed in something I’ve actually liked and wanted to learn. Oh well, it is as it is and like I said, I’ve come to terms with it. It’s not the end of the world.

I’ll end this post with a recent photo of myself which I really like.