The Industrial Period

“Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.”

~Nick Hornby

     It's that time of year again. School is in full swing, classes are starting to get more intriguing (or so we hope that they do), homework is getting more daunting, time is getting wasted by all of the many entrancing finds of the internet. Parties are getting more and more crazy, the inebriation of unversed freshman is getting out of control.

     I can look around and see that life has started, and either I'm missing it, through dreams of how I anticipate the things that are happening around me, or apart of it, skirting along the edges of everyone else. It is hard to figure out when I am stuck in a group that I am not sure I actually belong in.
     We are in the industrial period.

     The pillars of smoke are all gone, and old wood houses make way for the new steel wonders that touch the sky with cold hands. We all step out into the light and everything is new; change is in the air, and it beats down on our faces as we inhale the last bit of the dust from the ashes of the battles.

     Our bodies covered in scars and cuts from the year before. Some have healed, while others are imprinted forever into our warming skin: boisterous and proud, yet never giving us peace.

     I watch as my friends are all in their own buildings, on the top floors watching down, now, on the tiny speckled pavements. Working their own jobs and gaining their own money, and I see them, for once....

     Happy.

     And that makes me happy.

     The industrial period is upon us, we are becoming our own people, creating new things for us to enjoy and for once we can. For once the battle is no where in sight... for now.

     It is time for us to keep building and moving forward, becoming happier. Because for once in our lives things are going somewhat right, even if they don't seem like it at the time.