Ejaculations From the Mind
What do you think of this entry’s title?
e•jac•u•late ( v ) Pronunciation Key (-jky-lt): To utter suddenly and passionately; exclaim.
That title was a slogan of one of my colleague’s xanga page who is no longer with us but someplace else.
As my graduation ceremony closely approach, time is not on my side. I don’t even have time to reflect on my early college years because I want to prepare for what is to come rather than what had already came. The more responsibilities I want to take on, the more I realized that my hand had already been full and thus my performance was behind.
Someone reminded me once again that nothing is really more important than your own health. A brother in church had an internal complication that involved his lungs and his heart. He was told by the physician that he needed to be taken to a general hospital and get a surgery because his condition got worsened.
Some of the church groups went to visit him this past Sunday. It has been years since I last entered a hospital hall. And seeing the brother lying down on the hospital bed with tubes attaching to his chest and his arm was not pleasant at all.
During and after the evening visit, I was so thankful for my health. The only time I took a medicine pill last year (2005) was during the Los Angeles Marathon which I desperately needed the aid of the acetaminophen. Besides that day, I have not taken a single medicine, not even a cold medicine or a flu shot for the entire year. I was in my optimal health. I’m so thankful because I do not drink or smoke and so proud to say that I was and will remain drug-free since the day I was born.
I know for certain that my health will eventually go downhill after 50 but I am preparing for the best by continuing my fitness membership on campus so that I can squeeze in an hour or two during the day to give my heart a good pumping.
Lately, I’ve been very busy (like most college students) with unending workload. By the time I graduate, I will be a whole different person compared to the first day I entered my freshman year, and I am not talking about knowledge-wise. I’m talking about my health. I look much older thanks to lack of sleep and days of stress.
I can’t believe it. My years as a student will soon come to a conclusion. No more worries about homework, projects, contacting and reminding lazy group members to do their shares, and endless hours of research. I can’t believe it. No more 30 miles commute early morning. I can’t believe it. No more spending over $100 for one textbook and reselling it back for a substantially lower value. I can’t really believe it.
The first few years of post-college might not be very exciting because I plan on finding a traditional 9 to 5 job for maybe the first year but I know God has great plans for me. I know that for certain because when I look back into my life, God’s timing is perfect. And although I been worrying about my future, God have not let me down so far. Ironic because I am worried at this very minute.