As the snow drifts down in silky spirals, I contemplate life. I have come so far. I am a college student attending a revolutionary college that has it’s problems, but is making progress. I just want to do something that matters. I want things to be uncomplicated. I want to be allowed to write all the time. I want to be allowed to study grammar and read Lynne Truss all day long and not be afraid of money. Why does my passion have to be tied to future wealth? Why can’t I be ignorant and just revel in it and love it and write beautiful things that people admire? My life is like this snow here. It’s swirling and changing direction with the wind. I want to be free from society’s constraints. I want to be able to enjoy my life doing the things I love rather than be miserable doing something that supports me, but I hate. I want to write. I want to get tangled up in the beauty of words. I want to write and write and write.