We're all Mortal...
Mortality and the reality of getting older... depressing and yet enlightening all at the same time. It's hard to imagine getting old when you are only 21, when all your worries have to deal with time, money, school work, and what the hell you are going to do in the future. I stopped tonight and thought about the fact that we are all mortal. If I were to die tomorrow, I would know that I didn't live life to the fullest, and I know that I would be dissapointed in myself. But it seems so odd that we work so hard to be someone in our little world, not knowing if it will actually be worth anything in the end. It's the memories and the experiences that we share. So sometimes I wonder what the real point college has. But then I realize, that college and everything that comes with it, just creates more experiences, more memories. I would like to sit back and just enjoy the knowledge of learning, but the only class that I actually feel like I'm learning anything in is Child Psych and I hardly have time to sit down and think about what was just talked about. It's the only interesting thing in my scholastic world right now. I think that it's funny that I have a B in this class because of that, damn funny. Now don't think that I am bitching or have a terrible outlook on the world. On the contrary these realizations may just lead to me feeling a little bit better about life and what happens in it. Or maybe not... but I can try. Life really is beautiful, I just don't like it when my life is so busy it's hard to stop and look out into that beautiful world and appricate it.