Love in Finals Week

Around a year ago, while studying at a library, I wrote a blog post about love and what I thought about it. A few months later, I wrote a second post about love because, well, it's love and who doesn't care about it. Someone once told me that a person's mindset and ideals stops changing after a certain time and it's especially evident in writing; it's a little like going back to an essay from 10 years ago and realizing it's filled with things that hardly make sense anymore. I guess it's a good thing that my thoughts about love haven't changed since that day one year ago. Of course, it's only proper that my thoughts about love spurs up while at, again, a library. The library is quite an interesting sight during finals week. To me, finals weeks is so much more about love than it is about studying. It's the time where people stop fighting about petty things and come together in a common goal that is solidified in desire because of love. I don't think there's a time when people are more sympathetic towards one another in mutual acknowledgement of each other's respective exams. It's the time where free drinks and food are constantly bought and given to friends because of this deep understanding and love that comes with finals. For once, the societal-influenced pressure of finals week comes with a positive caveat. There is rarely ever a week filled with countless pictures and statuses of moaning that often change into pictures and statues of joy because of other people.

For what it's worth, it seems to me that love manifests in ways that brings people together and that's the point of it all. The little things people do usually aren't taken in as anything more than aspects of friendship, when in reality it should be held as characteristics of true love.  It's a refreshing thought that love is so much more than a couple holding hands. There is rarely another week that makes people use words like "blessed" and "grateful" more than finals week. It's a good thing and I'm glad to have witnessed it in its full effect. It's bittersweet to not have exams during finals week. While I get to witness acts of love everywhere, I don't get to experience it. But I'm happy enough to see it in action than to see it in downward spiral.

I still think love is whimsical and I still think love is a lot about timing. When the two are in perfect correlation with one another, it's a beautiful thing to watch. In the timing of finals week, these whimsical acts of appreciation make love matter and important. I don't think everyone realizes it but hopefully there's a inner realization of these things eventually.

I'm just happy to think about love in a different manner.

Apparently, I'm a senior

Apparently, I'm a senior

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