Letters of the Mind_Entry 1_Week 30

For thirty weeks I have been faithful to writing on this blog.

For thirty weeks I have literally felt the need to rip my hair out in frustration.

And for thirty weeks I have yet to produce something actually worth reading, and something worth sharing.

Something that I feel is a tangible and a realistic part of who I am, what I think, and why I do the things that I often do. But I can't seem to put into words every idea that has ever crossed the vast universe that is my mind- I have trouble putting into words situations, relationships, feelings, emotions, and the very essence of life itself.

I hate that more than I could ever explain with twenty- six letters and an innumerable amount of words.

Perhaps I should write about what I have learned over the course of this week? Since it is only Monday, I will backtrack to my weekend adventure in the woods.

I went hiking with two of my friends, and halfway to our destination point, we came across a lone puppy who had been separated from its owner. We dialed the phone number on the dog's tag, and got in contact with a young man by the name of "Slava". As we were about to exchange addresses to return the dog, Slava's roommate walked by and realized whose dog was with us. The roommate's name was Alex, a young hippy who wore a tie-dye shirt and a straw hat adorned with a wild flower. He thanked us for our kindness, and proceeded to take the puppy back in the general direction of the national forest's parking lot.

I'm not sure what one can learn from such a story, except that puppies are the cutest creatures known to man, and that hippies apparently have roommates whose name sounds like "saliva".