Empty Road and a Mind full of Thoughts

      I drove down the dark expanse of empty road. It was well after midnight, and for two seconds, I wanted the sound of the thoughts in my head to be drowned in the music that filled my car. I dug my nails absently into the rubbery casing of the steering wheel. I thought about my summer so far, and the lessons I’d learned: speak up for yourself, go with your gut, respect yourself and others, and consider your own opinion when listening to someone else’s’. I had forgotten every single one of those lessons tonight.

I let my mind drift in the melodic key strokes of Ben Gibbard’s piano, and the gentle rhythms of the Postal Service and City and Colour. What good was learning if I didn’t apply it?

     I’ve concluded a learner makes two mistakes: one to learn that there was something they didn’t know, and one to learn when to apply that something they didn’t know.