Quo Vadis?

We go because we are American. Quo vadis? We do not know, nor do we care, as long as we go.

That is the last sentence of my American Philosophy paper. I just finished it (yippee). I am actually sitting in bed wearing red stiletto heels. I have a sorority formal tomorrow night and am just super excited about life in these heels (even though I am 100% guaranteed to FALL in them).

Plus my sorority sister and friend told me they would give me powers to finish my paper. I think they worked.

My professor for this class is a 78 year-old man who does not believe in grades. He has been at this university longer than I have been alive and teaching longer than my parents have been alive. I once heard some students whispering about him in the hallway. They thought they had found Gandalf's brother. Nope. Just a philosophy professor. I can't blame them though, the similarities are definitely there.

Anyway, the prompt for this paper was "Give me 15 pages of something American". This ended up being me giving him 15 pages of trying to fill 15 pages.

I actually chose to write about the philosophical concept of the journey. It is something that is found in the history and culture of America quite often. The journey to America. The journey to the frontier. All great things.

But it got me thinking about myself. My journey. It's an interesting concept right? What exactly is my journey? I can look back on my journey thus far and see it in hindsight, but the future is unknown. It's an idea that honestly freaks me out. But then I read Bible verses like this:

Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself. Sufficient for a day is its own evil. Matthew 6:34

and life gets a lot better.