I want the chest back

I am sitting here, an hour before my class on Jesus, and I am watching Pirates of the Caribbean number 3.

I am a college student.

I am a very much indeady a college student.

And I am also about to loose why I became a college whatever in the first place.

In the movie, the octopus face guy, a Mr. Davy Jones, is fighting to get a chest which has his heart in it.

Thats so touching, considering that he's what? the terror o' the seas? But  nonetheless he is still fighting against all to get to the chest with his heart. Why does he want it? Because he felt something with it, and even though he didn't have it in his own chest, the idea was enough.

I too wish to get the chest back. This college student thing that everyone seems to have under raps so well has gotten to me and I have lost what seems to be what the chest is holding: heart. Passion.

I have been stressed beyond belief. I have been stretched beyond recognition of my abilities. And I don't know where my passions are anymore.

But in light of certain recent events. Passions come and they'll stay with you, but life keeps bringing what it brings, whatever that may be.

I guess you just have to make sure you know where you stand.

Savy?