How does one monologue? It is like talking to yourself. What wisdom could I possibly impart upon myself that I don’t already know. If not an exercise in futility then what is it? An out reach to see how others react to my inner thoughts and ideas? How would I react to my inner thoughts and ideas? Ach, I’m tired of listening to myself already. I’ve just confused myself by how little I know and humbled myself by how much there is to know. Who is keeping track of the errors that are made, the victories that have been achieved and then there is a silence, a slight wind begins to form and before you know it there is a Hurricane but you are in the eye. You can see the sun, what was what is and what will be all in one place oddly tranquil until you have to hunker down and the storm resumes, but its alright there are clear skies further up on the horizon. That is the journey through college, the journey through life. Like the sands on a beach imprints are made life passes through and carries on until the next wave comes to wash away the imprints and reset the beach to its original calm it was meant to be.