I Open at the Close: End of the Week Inspiring Quotes IV

Well today is an unreasonably warm Frey’s day! * A * While I currently have to slog through some matters for my internship, I have not forgotten you lovely readers and your newfound interest in reading a bunch of quotes, haha!

May they help you out a bit as we finish up for the work-week/school week!

Annnd if you missed last week’s quotes, you can check them out here~

Also dudes, here’s another week to serious Hufflepuff quotes haha

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Roads Go Ever, Ever On

So if this blog was to ever have a theme-song, it’d have to be this interpretation of Tolkien’s hobbit walking song by Ernest Kinsolving and Kristoph Klover.

I’m struck with wanderlust and the desire to have some nice meadows to return to — at least some destination to the end of all this wandering.

To fellow wandering spirits

Hello! Here we shall find the elusive introduction post — and I suppose I should delve into my life-story, my accomplishments, my hopes, and dreams, for the future and what-not. But I am going to be honest here: I actually don’t know what I am doing with my life.

I’m a foodie, a writer, a would-be anthropologist, an artist, a literary theorist, a dreamer with a severe case of wanderlust but no way to fund it (Not yet at least). I’ve got a vision that might not be realized, plagued by a second-born child complex with heaps of expectations that are contrary to what I want in my life. I mean, it still distresses my parents–bless them and their immigrant success story– that I had the cheek to quit pre-med, that I decided to march off the beaten path and into the “humanities” where I felt so sure of who and what I was but now that it’s all winding down in a matter of weeks, I can’t say I know what’s what anymore.

I’d like to know what I’m doing; the real world is coming to collect and I’ve little to show for myself. Do I have a job? No – not yet. Am I going to grad school? It was an option, but I’d like a year off to think about it — please. Do you even have a plan? Not really, I thought I did, but right now my main concern is being first in line for a freshly baked croissant at my favorite cafe and a sunny spot to catch up on Woolf.

Do you even know what your future holds?

Haha. As of right now: nope.

Despite what we’re taught–that there is some quantifiable level of “happiness” and it comes with a stable job right after graduation–I’m slowly learning to accept that it isn’t an easy fix. That there can be a time to wander, to just be, to sort it out, and it might not be the ideal but it’s a start.

Which is where this blog comes in–or well, where I hope this blog comes in: I want this blog to be a safe space far away from prying parents who are both proud but pessimistic about your future, from college advisors who don’t have a sympathetic ear or real concrete advice, from just about anyone and everyone who has doubts about your life choices and who has recently voiced them. Instead, I want this place to be a space for discussion, advice, positivity with a side order of food blogging, geekery, commentary, the works — and much needed self-deprecating humor. Because let’s face it, we’re not all free spirits.

But we certainly are wanderers set out to explore the world along many different paths.

From the straight-to-grad-school-programmers, to the year-off-escapists, to the instant-career-getters, and to all my fellow wanderers who might have a vision but don’t know how to realize it — to all of you I wish you nothing but the best as we’re pitched into this “real world”.

So without further pomp, circumstance, and rambly, orchidacious prose – I leave you all with this lovely poem from one J.R.R. Tolkien that inspired the blog-name and hope that you all stick around to wander along with me!

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king