Bunnies and Death
I saw the Easter bunny yesterday and he had a basket of goodies and also an enormous head.
My life is starting to feel vaguely mundane these days. Things need to change, so I will change them. I think I'm finally going to go to a Psi Chi meeting tomorrow. I definitely haven't gone to any all semester.
Some part of me is planning a party, but I'm not really sure when/if I'm going to have it. Perhaps in May. Early on.
?
I guess I do not have too much to report. Everything is stable and similar to most days that pass by. Except death. Death is a concept that I have been dwelling on the past little bit. Death scares me a bit, but I think I have finally found some peace. I don't know anyone who has died recently or anything, I've just been thinking on the idea. I think it was sparked by a story I heard of a boy with a terminal illness. Generally when a person knows he is going to die soon, he lives his life completely differently. Some look on the situation with bitterness and anger, but some people do some really great things, etc. Why should a terminal illness really change things though? I mean, our lives seem so short to me anyway. We have a short period here. Already twenty one years have passed me by without me really having a say in the matter. So, why not live like that young boy who knew he was going to die? We are all mortal and know our death is imminent.
My life is starting to feel vaguely mundane these days. Things need to change, so I will change them. I think I'm finally going to go to a Psi Chi meeting tomorrow. I definitely haven't gone to any all semester.
Some part of me is planning a party, but I'm not really sure when/if I'm going to have it. Perhaps in May. Early on.
?
I guess I do not have too much to report. Everything is stable and similar to most days that pass by. Except death. Death is a concept that I have been dwelling on the past little bit. Death scares me a bit, but I think I have finally found some peace. I don't know anyone who has died recently or anything, I've just been thinking on the idea. I think it was sparked by a story I heard of a boy with a terminal illness. Generally when a person knows he is going to die soon, he lives his life completely differently. Some look on the situation with bitterness and anger, but some people do some really great things, etc. Why should a terminal illness really change things though? I mean, our lives seem so short to me anyway. We have a short period here. Already twenty one years have passed me by without me really having a say in the matter. So, why not live like that young boy who knew he was going to die? We are all mortal and know our death is imminent.