Continuing passions

As of the time I began writing this post, there are seven unfinished drafts of posts in my queue, some years old, waiting for completion of the thoughts I began on the spot but failed to finish.

But right now, I think it is safe to say that I am probably going to close the chapter on this part of my life.

I began this blog the fall I started college, mostly because I intended to experiment with writing, opinions, and engaged myself in anime—which allowed me to write endless words of complaint and sort out my personal stances on subjects of various degrees of importance. And then I started pursuing politics on and off, which led to a political science minor that had never been part of the college plan.

In comparison to three years ago, I have to honestly say I am still just as bad in Japanese, but a little more fearless and a little less shameless with my use of the language. How can I get better if I don’t continuously make mistakes in using the language?

I have written surprisingly little about games, especially since my consumption of them has decreased significantly as classes and a part-time job have taken over my time. And for someone whose life once used to be consumed by the perfection of grades, I find it somewhat amusing how far behind I fell in my last school term. Yet that term is a bundle of neat memories—doing poorly doesn’t mean I did not enjoy my odd ventures.

I am still as inept in social and personal relations as I was three years ago; I am beginning to wonder if perhaps I am mistaken to think that people will actually mature in relationships.

I renamed this blog to “The Art of War” sometime two years ago. The reason for doing so is because, after studying Sun Tzu’s Art of War, I thought of it as applied to life: The Art of War is a text with hidden agendas hypocritical to its professed cause. I write in this way: to often have a brutally obvious and expounded opinion but with an underlying uncertainty. What this blog’s art of war is, isn’t the Sun Tzu version. It is a series of writings intended to illuminate some philosophy just outside of grasp, and that is the war that continues to wage in every heart: identity.

Three years of college have certainly changed my identity, but I have yet to be old enough to drink (yes, even now) and thus a longer way to go to find my logical and empathic opinions on everything.

Currently, I have a better idea of where I would like to go in life. I do not doubt I will continue writing. For now, I take a rest.

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