life as i know it
Alright, so today was Kissa's birthday ( happy birthday sweetie)and that got me thinking. Time isn't going to slow down. I feel rather overwhelmed, actually. I mean, I'm eighteen years old. In a few years, I'll be 22, then a few after that I'll be 26...I've found that while I'm annoyed with being such a young'un, I'm terrified to grow old. I've been in a very contemplative mood recently, thinking about life in general. I've also been having very weird dreams. And what I've discovered is this:
Life goes on. I'm going to grow old and die, and in a few decades, I'll be lost forever. Every memory of me, every picture, every letter I've ever written...forgotten. It sounds rather pessamistic, I suppose, but I'm rather afraid of fading into the past, just like all the other cracked and overgrown graves, the engraving so weather-worn that no one will ever know who I was.
Given, I'm not saying that I'm necessarily worth remembering. I feel that my existance really is merely inconsequential, that I'm but a speck of dust upon such a large rock populated with billions of people who never give another thought to the day that has passed. When they lay down and go to sleep at night, they don't think about this: that day recently gone will never come again. Today, March 31, 2006, will be a memory. In thousands of years, people will think of us today as ancient...our bones will be dug up and analyzed, our technology considered pathetic and "old-school". And this thought has led me to my next question:
Does any of it actually matter? It has been predicted that in several million years, our beloved sun will collapse into a black hole, and suck everything in. Now, the way the I worded it sounds rather elementary, but the idea is there, so bear with me. If this happens, all of our trials, our wars, our successes...gone. And there won't be some random intergalactic history book where you can look up "Earth" and find a smiling picture of a human family in front of their suburban home with their golden retriever and minivan in the background. No. We'll vanish. No record, no memory. This is kind of silly human ego-centrism (I hope that's a word, because I'm using it), but I'm sure you understand what I mean.
I guess that's why I try to live by one phrase, sort of cliche, but it makes sense to me
Carpe Diem
("Seize the day" for all you non-intellectual people)
It's true, and I live by it. Today will never happen again. We only have a few million years left to enjoy this planet, to enjoy our very existance. Use this time wisely.
There's only us
There's only this
Forget Regret
Or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other Way
No day but today!
So shut up if you dont agree with my because you and your remains will be sucked into that hole as well as mine... so there!
Life goes on. I'm going to grow old and die, and in a few decades, I'll be lost forever. Every memory of me, every picture, every letter I've ever written...forgotten. It sounds rather pessamistic, I suppose, but I'm rather afraid of fading into the past, just like all the other cracked and overgrown graves, the engraving so weather-worn that no one will ever know who I was.
Given, I'm not saying that I'm necessarily worth remembering. I feel that my existance really is merely inconsequential, that I'm but a speck of dust upon such a large rock populated with billions of people who never give another thought to the day that has passed. When they lay down and go to sleep at night, they don't think about this: that day recently gone will never come again. Today, March 31, 2006, will be a memory. In thousands of years, people will think of us today as ancient...our bones will be dug up and analyzed, our technology considered pathetic and "old-school". And this thought has led me to my next question:
Does any of it actually matter? It has been predicted that in several million years, our beloved sun will collapse into a black hole, and suck everything in. Now, the way the I worded it sounds rather elementary, but the idea is there, so bear with me. If this happens, all of our trials, our wars, our successes...gone. And there won't be some random intergalactic history book where you can look up "Earth" and find a smiling picture of a human family in front of their suburban home with their golden retriever and minivan in the background. No. We'll vanish. No record, no memory. This is kind of silly human ego-centrism (I hope that's a word, because I'm using it), but I'm sure you understand what I mean.
I guess that's why I try to live by one phrase, sort of cliche, but it makes sense to me
Carpe Diem
("Seize the day" for all you non-intellectual people)
It's true, and I live by it. Today will never happen again. We only have a few million years left to enjoy this planet, to enjoy our very existance. Use this time wisely.
There's only us
There's only this
Forget Regret
Or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other Way
No day but today!
So shut up if you dont agree with my because you and your remains will be sucked into that hole as well as mine... so there!