Humans are like irrational numbers.
I'm sorry to report that I have absolutely nothing interesting to write in this blog. Not that a whole lot of people really read my blogs, or really even care if I write one, but I just thought I'd let you know. So I supposed I should just write something random and call it a day. Here it goes...
I think it's really weird to think about the past. People are just so attached to it, and we are definitely all preceeded by it. I mean, you'd think people could just let it go... well, I guess it's hard to let go of the things that define you. But the past is really all that defines us; it's who we are, how we're remembered. And, I guess that kinda makes sense... But how is someone ever supposed to look at their future and decide what to do with it when everyone's obsessed with the past?
It's kind of strange to think that last year at this exact moment, you never would have even thought that so much as ten percent of the things that happened in the next year (this year) would have happened. I mean, of course nobody really ever gets where they thought they would be- it's kind of impossible. Too much changes. That's not to say that if someone wanted to be a teacher and grew up to be a teacher, they wouldn't be. That's just saying that they never probably would've thought they would have half the experiences they did along the way. What's even more akward is to think the same way about even the next day of your life- the next ten minutes even. I mean, you never really have any idea what the hell could happen. That's kinda weird... to think that in five minutes I may still be writing something in this blog, or that I may decide to get up and play with my cat, or a meteor could shoot through my bedroom window. Although the last option is extremely and very highly unlikely, you never know...
But still, it's amazing to me how you can think you know what you want to do with your life one day- and know for such a long period of time- and then just wake up and go, "I don't think that's for me anymore. I need to try something else." That is proof that we are ever changing. That's also why the average number of career changes in a lifetime is three, although that's not the point. I think that sometimes the point of life is trying to actually *figure out* the point of life, and what we're all supposed to be doing. Of course you can never really be sure of what you're supposed to be doing, but somewhere in the back of your head you know that what you're doing is what you should be doing because you're doing it. If you weren't supposed to be doing it, it wouldn't have happened that way and you would be doing something else. "What happened happened, and couldn't have happened any other way."
I honestly don't know where this is going, or where this came from, but I think it's relevant. It kind of goes along with the whole "humans are like irrational numbers" thing. I mean, humans cannot be collectively represented by a single figure, just as irrational numbers can't be represented by any sort of fraction. Humans are always changing and never go back to being the exact same person they have been at any point in their lives thus far, just as irrational numbers are non-terminating decimals that never enter into a patterened sequence... We are all so existentially different, yet we try in vain, day after day, to better understand each other. We futily attempt to find out what makes each and every person tick, when in reality that is such a waste of time.
As much as we are alike, we are more than a billion times different than one another. Humans can be calculated, guesstimated, estimated, rounded, averaged, crunched into logarithms, statistics, equations, and square miles; our "value" can be "measured" by per capita and tax dollars, and we can be tracked by forms, the census, gps navigational systems in cars, chips in cell phones, and identified by race, gender, social status, income, and DNA, among other things, but we can never be completely figured out. That is amazing, and at the same time the most frightening thought ever.
I think it's really weird to think about the past. People are just so attached to it, and we are definitely all preceeded by it. I mean, you'd think people could just let it go... well, I guess it's hard to let go of the things that define you. But the past is really all that defines us; it's who we are, how we're remembered. And, I guess that kinda makes sense... But how is someone ever supposed to look at their future and decide what to do with it when everyone's obsessed with the past?
It's kind of strange to think that last year at this exact moment, you never would have even thought that so much as ten percent of the things that happened in the next year (this year) would have happened. I mean, of course nobody really ever gets where they thought they would be- it's kind of impossible. Too much changes. That's not to say that if someone wanted to be a teacher and grew up to be a teacher, they wouldn't be. That's just saying that they never probably would've thought they would have half the experiences they did along the way. What's even more akward is to think the same way about even the next day of your life- the next ten minutes even. I mean, you never really have any idea what the hell could happen. That's kinda weird... to think that in five minutes I may still be writing something in this blog, or that I may decide to get up and play with my cat, or a meteor could shoot through my bedroom window. Although the last option is extremely and very highly unlikely, you never know...
But still, it's amazing to me how you can think you know what you want to do with your life one day- and know for such a long period of time- and then just wake up and go, "I don't think that's for me anymore. I need to try something else." That is proof that we are ever changing. That's also why the average number of career changes in a lifetime is three, although that's not the point. I think that sometimes the point of life is trying to actually *figure out* the point of life, and what we're all supposed to be doing. Of course you can never really be sure of what you're supposed to be doing, but somewhere in the back of your head you know that what you're doing is what you should be doing because you're doing it. If you weren't supposed to be doing it, it wouldn't have happened that way and you would be doing something else. "What happened happened, and couldn't have happened any other way."
I honestly don't know where this is going, or where this came from, but I think it's relevant. It kind of goes along with the whole "humans are like irrational numbers" thing. I mean, humans cannot be collectively represented by a single figure, just as irrational numbers can't be represented by any sort of fraction. Humans are always changing and never go back to being the exact same person they have been at any point in their lives thus far, just as irrational numbers are non-terminating decimals that never enter into a patterened sequence... We are all so existentially different, yet we try in vain, day after day, to better understand each other. We futily attempt to find out what makes each and every person tick, when in reality that is such a waste of time.
As much as we are alike, we are more than a billion times different than one another. Humans can be calculated, guesstimated, estimated, rounded, averaged, crunched into logarithms, statistics, equations, and square miles; our "value" can be "measured" by per capita and tax dollars, and we can be tracked by forms, the census, gps navigational systems in cars, chips in cell phones, and identified by race, gender, social status, income, and DNA, among other things, but we can never be completely figured out. That is amazing, and at the same time the most frightening thought ever.