day for emo.
Was just looking back at photos of past events, remembering happier times and two things occured to me:
1. People looked so much happier earlier in the year. Happiness and time seem to be inversely propotionate.
2. I call them happier times. But one day, I'll look back at today and call this happier times.
Must man always be left in want for more? Which puts in mind a poem:
On a Tree Fallen Across the Road
Robert Frost
(To hear us talk)
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not to bar
Our passage to our journey's end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are
Insisting always on our own way so.
She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,
And make us get down in a foot of snow
Debating what to do without an ax.
And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:
We will not be put off the final goal
We have it hidden in us to attain,
Not though we have to seize earth by the pole
And, tired of aimless circling in one place,
Steer straight off after something into space.
And this in turn begs the question: if man led his pursuit into space realising that the earth's poles were not enough, what comes after space?