one of those rare days when every move carries the weight of eternal indelibility, of eternal engraving on the soul of "My History".

this post is to be read while listening to "More Time" by Needtobreathe.

while sitting in convocation, i realized something perspective-changing.  in order to accomplish the greater things i am hoping to, I must graduate.  this step is not an end, but rather a release, empowering me, enabling with, granting me the freedom and credential necessary to move on to the more weighty matters, like grad school, publishing, becoming a scholar, and saving the world (my plan is to do this through stories).