“The days are coming,” declares the LORD, “when I will make a new covenant with the people of Israel and with the people of Judah. It will not be like the covenant I made with their ancestors when I took them by the hand to lead them out of Egypt, because they broke my covenant, though I was a husband to them,” declares the LORD. “This is the covenant I will make with the people of Israel after that time,” declares the LORD. “I will put my law in their minds and write it on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people. No longer will they teach their neighbor, or say to one another, ‘Know the LORD,’ because they will all know me, from the least of them to the greatest,” declares the LORD. “For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.”
- Jeremiah 31:31-34
I remember how I hated studying for Honors Biology last year, because there was “too much to just memorize.” I mean, I liked the class, but I was never the person that straight up memorized things. But here I am, studying for a five chapter test in WHAP and will be for the next seven hours or so. All the while, I’m thinking to myself that I am MISSING those moments of remembering how the hypothalamus controls thirst and hunger, memorizing what Acetyl-CoA is in the Krebs Cycle, and how the sodium-potassium pump has Potassium on the inside and sodium on the outside.
Moral of the story: Cherish taking Bio when you can, because once you’re done, you’ll realize how easy it actually was. (If I do end up going to podiatry school, I will probably be saying the exact same thing, except I will most likely be back to complaining about gene regulation. Just watch.)
I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.Sara Quin (via iambroseidon)
Tell me I’m not the only one tearing my hair out in a frantic frenzy, trying to make sense of these thoughts. Is there anyone else out there? The moment my head hits the pillow, dangerous notions begin talking incessantly. I drift off to sleep, only because my mind is too talkative to hear out. Is that insanity I see, approaching faster than the first few rays of dawn? I think so. The longer I let my anxieties speak to me, the more open my arms are for a madness that I probably shouldn’t let in.Noor Shirazie, The night speaks. (via aestheticintrovert)