The horizon takes on an orange hue. Slowly but surely, the sun spreads her wings over the land, blunting the sharp edges of shadows that prowled the night, sentencing the darkness to a transient exile. Dreams are shattered and minds arise from deep slumber; Some fall from bliss and others rise from the depths of a fell land. Awareness slowly ignites in the eyes of the waking, a tinge of disappointment in a few and yet apparent relief in others. Yet from both ends of the spectrum do most converge, ready to face the dull routine and circle of life, work and death. But a bright spirit blazes within the wise, each day a new experience, a chance to gain greater understanding of this strange world. For the wise know that to see life as a pond and not an everlasting stream was to drown the sense of wonder, the one sense that grows less acute the older we grow. Familiarization is the bane of awe. One can live the same routine a thousand times and yet if he has it in him, he will see different things each day and feel the amazement of a child getting his first glimpse of the world outside his home.
My name is Max.
In a nutshell, I like running and writing.
I play the classical guitar(something I taught myself so don't judge)
I read books and people (I am not very good at the latter)
SASS (Class of 2010)
ACJC (Class of 2012)
And clearly, I'm not very good at writing profiles either.