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Life is so weird... and irrational.
I love it.
So, I am sitting here reading ethics and what does it say? This:
"Yet I repeat that these were not simple folk, not dulcet shepherds, noble savages, bland utopians. They were not less complex than us. The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can't lick 'em join 'em. It is hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe a happy man, nor make any celebration of joy. How can I tell you about the people of Omelas? They were not naive and happy children----though their children were in fact happy. They were mature, intelligent, passionate adults whose lives were not wretched."
-The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas
May this always hit home.
Sleep is and shall be scarce this week. Partially due to exams and partially due to lack of self control, as I am verbose. Coffee sustains me. And I sally forth.
Speaking of exams, I do not think I was bent over for Econ... but I do not want to speak to soon. I predict an average grade... sigh, no A.
Crew practice yesterday was a disasterpiece. Oars were being snatched into the water and whipping around attempting to dislocate arms and effectively smoosh noses. The boat got overtaken by a few waves, soaking everything. We had to acquire pumps to de-waterlog ourselves. And I was singing a song from the Prince of Egypt the entire time. It's good to be happy again. And boy was it impossible to get a boat full of water over our heads and into the boathouse. There was a massive boat jam as well, and we were stuck holding the boat for about ten minutes.
I am really loving Crew and being back on a team. I was lost last year without that. I have been on a team since second grade. 1/11 years gone... I thrive when I have something to work towards. And in Crew... I have been advancing weekly. But the activity is not the only thing that I love... just being on the water is immensely satisfying. I can't even discern whether I like Crew or swimming better. Both are spectacular workouts, smooth and infinite, calculated motion. I would argue that they are some of the most graceful sports. And both build so much strength. Crew puts you inches away from the water, with the ability to look out on the glinting water and up the embankment of the river to the mansions and green tree-lines. I am surrounded by beauty daily.
I can officially do four pullups and start on five. Been gaining one a week.
Isn't being wrong just great?
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I love it.
So, I am sitting here reading ethics and what does it say? This:
"Yet I repeat that these were not simple folk, not dulcet shepherds, noble savages, bland utopians. They were not less complex than us. The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can't lick 'em join 'em. It is hurts, repeat it. But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else. We have almost lost hold; we can no longer describe a happy man, nor make any celebration of joy. How can I tell you about the people of Omelas? They were not naive and happy children----though their children were in fact happy. They were mature, intelligent, passionate adults whose lives were not wretched."
-The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas
May this always hit home.
Sleep is and shall be scarce this week. Partially due to exams and partially due to lack of self control, as I am verbose. Coffee sustains me. And I sally forth.
Speaking of exams, I do not think I was bent over for Econ... but I do not want to speak to soon. I predict an average grade... sigh, no A.
Crew practice yesterday was a disasterpiece. Oars were being snatched into the water and whipping around attempting to dislocate arms and effectively smoosh noses. The boat got overtaken by a few waves, soaking everything. We had to acquire pumps to de-waterlog ourselves. And I was singing a song from the Prince of Egypt the entire time. It's good to be happy again. And boy was it impossible to get a boat full of water over our heads and into the boathouse. There was a massive boat jam as well, and we were stuck holding the boat for about ten minutes.
I am really loving Crew and being back on a team. I was lost last year without that. I have been on a team since second grade. 1/11 years gone... I thrive when I have something to work towards. And in Crew... I have been advancing weekly. But the activity is not the only thing that I love... just being on the water is immensely satisfying. I can't even discern whether I like Crew or swimming better. Both are spectacular workouts, smooth and infinite, calculated motion. I would argue that they are some of the most graceful sports. And both build so much strength. Crew puts you inches away from the water, with the ability to look out on the glinting water and up the embankment of the river to the mansions and green tree-lines. I am surrounded by beauty daily.
I can officially do four pullups and start on five. Been gaining one a week.
Isn't being wrong just great?
(-: