Starting classes is never easy, never mind as the weather starts to get nice. Summer for me has always meant one thing, the beach and the hope for some good waves. With this changing for the first time the city and the class room feel more like a prison cell then anything else. Yet as we begin to talk of the world we live in and the ideas of utopia, I find myself examining my responsibility for my utopia and in turn my current happiness. Many seem to expect their utopia to come and find them, sitting waiting for life to change around them. Reflecting on my times of joy and happiness I find myself remembering a perfect wave on a beautiful morning. Knowing this and the effort it takes for those seconds of pure joy, I remember that finding our own utopia is a pursuit. One that simply needs to be redirected as I currently spend my time in the city.
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are you a surfer then? Righteous!
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