It’s a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

There’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow
Shining at the end of every day
There’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow
And tomorrow’s just a dream away

Man has a dream and that’s the start
He follows his dream with mind and heart
And when it becomes a reality
It’s a dream come true for you and me

So there’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow
Shining at the end of every day
There’s a great, big, beautiful tomorrow
Just a dream away

23 Year Old Civil Engineer Seeking Employment

 

I am done with school and the result is an odd and complex emotion that I have yet to identify.  As I look back, I am filled with a sense of nostalgia—forward: dread.  It’s just too difficult  to imagine a life without RPI, however I know I said the same thing 5 years ago about high school.

When I think about it, I realize that this is much different.  When I do return home, currently jobless, I will be giving up an earned freedom for the necessities of life.  Rather than moving forward, and continuing my education, like I did from college to high school, I am about to join the ranks of the unemployed & dependent—requiring my parents to take further care of me.

I am proud of my educational career, and my performance at RPI—I know I am a damn good engineer, but society just doesn’t want to give me the opportunity to prove myself.  It is ironic that an individual as knowledgeable and dedicated as myself cannot find opportunity simply because of an economic rundown.  You would think that new, intelligent, dedicated blood with creative ideas would be exactly what the doctor prescribed.

The emotional response that I am having near the end of school is similar to that of the soon unemployed.  No matter how much you expect something, it still has the ability to surprise you, and really twist your heart into its likeness.

Just Be Patient

 

You expect me to be patient?  If you know me you know that my biggest worry and concern right now is time.  I am powerless to manipulate its flow.  The old idiom of “time moves too fast when you’re having fun, too slow when you’re bored” seems to rule my life.  There is nothing I can do to break the cycle and time is present in all of my interactions.

So if you claim to be such a great friend, if you claim to know my wishes, concerns, and values- why do you chose to ignore my strongest one and ask me to be patient?  There are a limited number of moments left- I am a grain of sand trapped in an hourglass.  Don’t tell me to take a back seat and leave me watching time pass as I wait anxiously for the opportunities that time could offer.

Every moment we spend apart I feel as if it has been torn from me.  I feel shackled by your obligations, continuously whipped and taunted by your daily activities until you chose to rescue me from this unbearable torment—and yet you berate me for calling out in agony?

When you finally have come, you took so long that I have scars where healthy flesh once stood.  And as you leave you ask me to wait again, yet I can barely hear you as my pulse in my scars create tinnitus as the anxiety builds.  But to you, like time, I am powerless to say nothing more than “ok”.

Storm – Jose Gonzalez

Send me your position
It's getting lonely down here
Things I've been up to lately
Have kept me from seeing clear

Why do you keep on running
This love is fading way to fast
All the stars are burning (for you)
But none of them is going to last
So stop chasing the past

As soon as the storm is over
And all the fog is clear
As soon as the storm is over
I've promised to send out for you