A life well-lived is not an easy task.

I had a horrible realization today. I am writing it down so as not to ignore it.
I was alone in my dorm and I decided I would like some human interaction. I thought about walking to my friend Grace's room but there was someone else in her room, and to put it nicely, I didn't want to be in a room with that person. "Why?" I asked myself. Well, because it would take more effort, more patience, more work on my part to be a nice human being.
And, I was shying away from that opportunity, an opportunity to develop as a person and to be challenged by the diversity of human beings.
It is easier to be unkind to people.
It is harder, much harder, to appreciate each of them as they are, no matter how it makes you feel. People are the way they for a reason. And our liking it, or not liking it, does not mean they are any less of a human being than we are.

My life is average.

I am taking a break today to say this: my life is average. Since I have been at college I have been introduced to a lot of new things. One of them is a website where people can post interesting things that happen to them. I was thinking about this today and what I could post about my day today that would be worth reading. I couldn't think of anything.
I woke up this morning and took a shower. I put on makeup and combed my hair into a side bun. Then I got dressed. I put on a new pair of shoes I bought last weekend in downtown Seattle. Then I ate breakfast: Greek yogurt and a protein bar. I made a cup of Chai Redbush tea and realized I didn't have time to drink it so I carried the mug to class...then I had to carry it around for the rest of the day.
My microeconomics TA was five minutes late, but he ended up showing up, and we had class.I didn't really mind that he was late or even that we had class. YuFan is cool, albeit hard to understand, because his English is broken. He usually makes us laugh. Like today, he was using two dry erase markers with one on top of the other to write on the whiteboard for no apparent reason. It is possible he wanted a back-up plan if his marker ran out of ink.
I got a 29/30 on my third Microeconomics quiz. This was exciting. That's the best I have ever done, which means that I am achieving progress in the class, the absolute goal of education. I went to English and we discussed definitions of propaganda and proposals for our major papers.
I walked back to my room and ate lunch.
I had a conference with my English teacher about my documentary film analysis paper. I bought coffee and sushi and now I am back in my room, where I am sitting right now, typing.
It was an average day.
At one point during class, I looked outside and marveled at how beautiful it looks when the sun shines through crimson and golden leaves. I talked to Emma for a little while and said"hi" to Christian, very enthusiastically, because he isn't very enthusiastic. And that was it.
I was glad when I woke up this morning. This is life; it is the time in between, the monotony of routine, simple observations, and brief interactions. Life happens when we think there must be something more.