Books, Borders, and a Compass

I went to an excellent lecture this week for one of my lit classes, and the things the speaker said are still making me think, especially since I was pondering on the subject before I heard the lecture. So here it is...

Books are magical. Yes I am an English major so maybe I'm a little biased, but think about it. Books provide you with a passport into any land you dare to venture. You can go anywhere, anytime. You can experience the world without ever having to step outside your front door. There are no boundaries you can't cross in a book. However, outside of books, we have borders everywhere. We create borders to feel secure. Borders to establish friends, school, work, and most especially ourselves. I feel like I talk about this alot, so if it's redundant I apologize. But we build WALLS so much it really is absurd. Sometimes we spend so much time and energy building those walls that we fail to see all of the wonderful things going on outside of them. It's such a waste.

Anyways, there's my philosophical moment for the day. Now I need to just lament for a few minutes about my current living situation. Two of my roommates are leaving me next semester, and although I love my third roommate, my financial situation doesn't really allow me to stay. So I'm feeling like a freshman again as I endeavor to find suitable housing with complete strangers. Sometimes I think it will be great, meeting new people and getting a fresh new start. But then again, I'm a creature of habit and I like my comfort. What if I get another crazy roommate? And house hunting is nightmarish. I need direction in my life. Wouldn't it be nice if there was a life compass that could just point you in the direction you should go?