Sad, tired eyes. I’m struggling, but I still have all the force in the world behind my punches. I won’t let any wall stand in my way.
A Reminiscence of Nepal
Part 1: The Door
It was just another day. There I was, sitting at Flinders Street station, my headphones streaming a beautiful piano melody by Mae into my ears as I waited for my train to drag me to campus. I’d withdrawn into my own head again, it felt as though everybody and everything around me wasn’t even aware I existed. Life moved by me like a television show; two dimensional images flickering behind glass.
Existing had somehow become a chore again. I’d only just regained my spark, and it was lost all too quickly. The routine of daily life had all but swallowed it, and the constant pulling and pushing coming from all its facets had slowly worn me out. I wasn’t coping as well with my studies that semester, I hated my job, and I was miserable in my relationship. Time was ticking away, and each tick ate away at me that little bit more.
I needed something new. Something different. I craved a break from routine. And then my phone beeped.
‘There is a free spot for the Nepal trip,’ the text message read.
I stared intensely at the screen, my mind racing and my impulses flaring. Time seemed to freeze, and my heart swelled as the possibility of travelling and getting away consumed me entirely.
A door had appeared before me… and I was going to open it.
My name is Aaron.
I’m a psychology and sociology student from Australia. This journal is an experiment. It’s an outlet I intend to use to consolidate the million thoughts in my head into a material form. It’s about student life, society, sexuality, struggle and happiness. It’s about anything and everything that might be on my mind at the time, and if it resonates with you, feel free comment, like, ask and/or follow.