on nothingness and everythingness
there is something about whitby 201 that is a source of truth. perhaps it is the incredibly pregnant woman who sits resting her hand betwen her thumb and pointer finger, emitting truth and confidence out of her mouth like a waterfall. perhaps it is her collection of books that i want to read. perhaps it is because she told me today that she knew from the first day i had a class with her that i was on to something. that i was going to go on, that i was going to be successful. that i had it, whatever it is. we talked today, rushed through topics, ignoring the awkwardness of my cowardly immature rants on paper. i wish it could have been for more.
but it got me thinking. billions of years ago there were no humans on this earth. we did not even exist. the tradgety of human life can be felt so clearly when one realises the things in life that they are worried about. from infinity, humans are nothing. we are nothing. we are moments in time, bad moments and good moments sharing irrelivence. our problems are even smaller than we are. can you imagine that? it is hard to concieve of, for me. especially when it is me who always seems to be entirely consumed by one simple problem in my life. this little thing, it keeps me awake some nights. but once upon a time, we were never even here.
things to work on this semseter:
my unreasonable doubt
my timid behavior in the classroom
oh, and pick a major if i have time to...
but it got me thinking. billions of years ago there were no humans on this earth. we did not even exist. the tradgety of human life can be felt so clearly when one realises the things in life that they are worried about. from infinity, humans are nothing. we are nothing. we are moments in time, bad moments and good moments sharing irrelivence. our problems are even smaller than we are. can you imagine that? it is hard to concieve of, for me. especially when it is me who always seems to be entirely consumed by one simple problem in my life. this little thing, it keeps me awake some nights. but once upon a time, we were never even here.
things to work on this semseter:
my unreasonable doubt
my timid behavior in the classroom
oh, and pick a major if i have time to...