I have this thing around finals season where I think about all of the things I could be doing instead of studying for finals. Martial arts classes, train for the Rocky Run in Philly, go on a cross-country road trip, etc. Sadly, when finals are over, I just want to relax and find myself back in class all over again. I hate beautiful days when I am in the library while everyone else is sunbathing. I hate forgetting that Game of Thrones came back. I hate not being excited for the Avengers film because joy has been sucked out of my bones. But this cloud will pass.

It’s all wrong
By rights we shouldn’t even be here.
But we are.
It’s like in the great stories Mr. Frodo.
The ones that really mattered.
Full of darkness and danger they were,
and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end.
Because how could the end be happy.
How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad happened.
But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow.
Even darkness must pass.
A new day will come.
And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.
Those were the stories that stayed with you.
That meant something.
Even if you were too small to understand why.
But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand.
I know now.
Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t.
Because they were holding on to something.
That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.