Hoid Slayer

I just got hit by a wave of nostalgia.

I was just looking around my room when I got hit by a wave of nostalgia. All the things around me carry memories. On my board, I have my name tag from the AMIS, and my name tag from Iquitos. Below them, on my desk, is the pinecone from Pamuri - the dolphin from Iquitos, and more recently, my gavel from Rome. Across the room, I have the turtles and odd vial flip thingy I played with when I was much younger - alongside ceramics from Lima, my Wings of Fire and Stuart Gibbs collections, and my Cosmere book shelf.

Is this what life is? Remembering? The present fading? What even is the point in the present? Just to keep going? Putting one step after another? What the hell are we doing?

Right now, I’m listening to Imagine Dragons. I like it. A month from now, I’ll feel differently.

I don’t enjoy the present. I don’t enjoy my classes, or the fact that I’ll have to stress about the upcoming Science and National Studies summatives and should have done my homework yesterday but didn’t. What the hell am I doing? I do this stuff because it is expected of me. Because if I don’t follow this system, what will come of my life? But if I follow it, what will come of my life anyways?

I don’t know.