ramblings and rumblings of a college student.

A rebirth of thought is something that we all need to go through, right? I'm not so sure it's a natural thing, though--is it rather something we consciously decide? Never in my life have I simply gone through such, and it's folly to think I could without effort. What's the point? Honestly, I'm happy with what I am and what I am not, for better or worse. I'm not a serial killer, I'm not a compulsive liar, I'm not in love with the notion of myself. I am, on the other hand, somewhat educated, inspired, and in love with ideas (the execution of said ideas, on the other hand, is lacking.)

I am what I am.

Right?