Still sailing
I felt the urge to write tonight, and realized I had no place to leave my thoughts. So I'm here, again. Since I haven't really begun work on this book idea that's been dancing around in my brain, I might just occasionally spit out random bits on here that probably won't make a lot of sense. Just bear with them. No need to comment, either, it's just gonna be my notebook.
I'll be the first to acknowledge that whenever I'm around some snotty little ten year old I will say I hate kids. There's some truth in that. Each little chubby bastard has his own world, which happens to be the same thing that people refer to as innocence, and he doesn't give a damn about any other thing around. So yeah, I'm like the Scrooge for offspring. Bah humbug. But will I break character and have kids of my own some day?
Of course. I know that fact right now. Maybe all that philosophy shit is slowly getting to me, but it makes sense to me now that having a son or a daughter, or hopefully both, would be the deciding factor as to whether or not I die happily. We all go through life acquiring many different facts and, more importantly, different interpretations of them. From these thoughts we develop a bit of wisdom that we can call our own. I want to be able to share my wisdom with someone who will carry it farther than I can. It's the same deal as wealth; very few people want to have all their assets sold and the money incinerated with their bodies. It would be too extreme to say that such people lived for nothing because their actions during life would be present in the wisdom of others. This impact would be relatively miniscule compared to amount of wisdom that could be shared through a line of descendents.
But maybe I'm just afraid of dying and disappearing forever. Maybe we're all afraid of that.
I'll be the first to acknowledge that whenever I'm around some snotty little ten year old I will say I hate kids. There's some truth in that. Each little chubby bastard has his own world, which happens to be the same thing that people refer to as innocence, and he doesn't give a damn about any other thing around. So yeah, I'm like the Scrooge for offspring. Bah humbug. But will I break character and have kids of my own some day?
Of course. I know that fact right now. Maybe all that philosophy shit is slowly getting to me, but it makes sense to me now that having a son or a daughter, or hopefully both, would be the deciding factor as to whether or not I die happily. We all go through life acquiring many different facts and, more importantly, different interpretations of them. From these thoughts we develop a bit of wisdom that we can call our own. I want to be able to share my wisdom with someone who will carry it farther than I can. It's the same deal as wealth; very few people want to have all their assets sold and the money incinerated with their bodies. It would be too extreme to say that such people lived for nothing because their actions during life would be present in the wisdom of others. This impact would be relatively miniscule compared to amount of wisdom that could be shared through a line of descendents.
But maybe I'm just afraid of dying and disappearing forever. Maybe we're all afraid of that.