Rubber Meets the Road

Unfortunately, my summer has ended. Actually, it was all over a couple of days ago, even though class does not begin till Wednesday. I was beginning to get bored, but as things are picking up, I'm wishing for the boredom to come back.
We quickly forget so many things. San Marcos was a sleepy little town for several months, and now I find myself completely thrown off by the arrival of thousands of college students. It is no longer safe to ride my bike.
And as with every time frame of my life, I'm thinking back to the things I learned.

While I was taking the Greyhound back to Houston from New Orleans, a new friend said she could tell that I lived a "sheltered life." I was a little offended, afterall, I have read and heard stories of all the evils of the world. Obviously, this is completely different from experiencing life, and the reminders flew at me quickly. Death loomed and still looms at the door of some of my family and friends. Rules and laws that I thought would get me through life are shattered to pieces.

And questions rise to the surface. Why do we cling to the things that will destroy us?