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A few days ago (this may have been yesterday in actuality - my days are all blurred together), I was feeling confused. Not necessarily depressed, just confused. I'd just realized my life had changed quite a bit over a brief period of time, and was about to change even more in merely weeks. I felt like I was in a non-space, ie a location wherein identity is sacrificed for function (an airport is an excellent example of non-place, as well as a car) - a crowded airport where we're all going places, but nobody wants to stay. My point is that I felt like I was in the Airport of Change, and I didn't know where I stood as a person.
I missed the days when I could define life, or at least complain about it. This confusion was new to me. Man, I had life figured out. And I've decided that maybe we don't need to always be able to do that. I doubt every successful person that's gone through life did it by constantly defining what life "is." Maybe it's okay that I don't know everything right now. Maybe some things just have to be learned by the good-old-fashioned Magellan method, setting sail for completely unknown horizons, drawing the map as you go. I'm not going to get some kind of epiphany thinking about exploration - just by going after it.
Well, just random crap; but I thought I'd share it for some reason. I'm bored.
I missed the days when I could define life, or at least complain about it. This confusion was new to me. Man, I had life figured out. And I've decided that maybe we don't need to always be able to do that. I doubt every successful person that's gone through life did it by constantly defining what life "is." Maybe it's okay that I don't know everything right now. Maybe some things just have to be learned by the good-old-fashioned Magellan method, setting sail for completely unknown horizons, drawing the map as you go. I'm not going to get some kind of epiphany thinking about exploration - just by going after it.
Well, just random crap; but I thought I'd share it for some reason. I'm bored.