I'm feeling melanchonly today. I logged into my myspace account (which I only keep because a few of my friends from home REFUSE to get facebook) and see my brothers status is "depressed". My 24 year old brother is in Iraq as we speak.
It's a Thursday morning.. I'm walking through the Financial District in San Francisco en route to work. Sipping my tall Vanilla Latte listening to the Slate Daily Podcast. On the other side of the world my younger brother is in Iraq. He's 24, married, and has an adopted son.
My Friday night? Drinks with my friends until probably 2am (or later). I'm 25 years old, single, and living my life to the fullest. But am I really? I can't help but feel selfish for living so haphazardly. Life is short so I fully intend to live every day as it was my last. However, when I look back I want to be able to say I've contributed to society and helped others as well.
I'm not going home for Thanksgiving so I've signed up to volunteer at a homeless shelter on Thanksgiving day.
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