Why do people write? To express themselves creatively. Or to prove a point. Or for some other reason. Some people think writing is pointless, while others find it a beacon of hope. I’m trying really hard to come up with something meaningful to add to this blog. Something I can put up on the refrigerator. Something I can say, “Yes, I wrote that!”
But sometimes I experience what they call writer’s block. I had a friend who tried to write his name and got writer’s block and never recovered. Today I went to the supermarket twice. Boy, that was awkward. I’m not writing like I was taught in grade school. My paragraphs are all messed up. None of them have a common theme. Send in the grammar police! They might charge me with writing while intoxicated, when in fact I am merely writing while tired. I wonder if they use the breathalizer. Why is it when cops pull you over for speeding they end up making you later than you would’ve been if you had went the speed limit? I think they’re dragging it out in their car, pretending to look up your license information. They’re probably playing online poker while you wait in your car looking like an idiot.
I’m trying to figure out who my target audience is on this blog. Is it you? If you’re reading this, you may be under the influence of some sort of substance. You ever just look up at the sky and realize how insignificant you are? You ever just wonder how big the universe is and how small this planet is in comparison? And how we live in our own little worlds within this world, shrinking our perspective smaller and smaller to make the trivial seem important? Millions of years after our species goes extinct, the Earth will most likely still be here and possibly have no memory of us being here. Our artifacts will have crumbled and we will be a forgotten species, or maybe some other species will be around to study us in the ways we study the dinosaurs.
You ever have that dream where you’re in college and you realize right before final exams that you’ve completely forgotten about a class and need to do all the work in like 3 days? Or the dream where you’re falling off a cliff and you never quite hit the bottom because you wake up? Me either. I’ve had a couple of lucid dreams before and they were pretty cool. I could fly in one of them and in the other one, I kept finding money on the ground and I thought, “There’s no way I could find thousands of dollars on the street,” and I woke up. But dreaming doesn’t come as easy anymore.
As a college student, you know you have a serious drinking problem when your blood alcohol level is higher than your GPA.
I’ve often wondered if this whole world is just God having a dream and when he wakes up, he’ll be like, “Wow! That was one crazy dream.” Or maybe we’re all part of just some regular person’s dream. Maybe it’s my dream. Maybe I’m dreaming this whole reality. And if I can find a way to become lucid in this dream, I can gain superpowers and become super rich by snapping my fingers. Who knows? For sure?
If you wake up in the morning and you ask yourself if life is worth living, or should you blast yourself, your name is probably Tupac. What?
They say you can’t fight against the youth, but at least you have that senior citizen’s discount. 5% off knickers at Caldor. You old folks got it good. Down here in SC, if you’re 85 or older you get an additional 1% off of everything just for being old, or as I say, just for not dying. And some of them are really cheap. They insist on it every chance they get, but I always get the last laugh when they can’t remember where they parked their car.
I’m just writing to get some of these thoughts off my chest. Maybe when that Andy Rooney dies, they’ll give me his position on 60 Minutes. Or maybe I’ll get a spot on 48 Hours, but I can’t rant for that long. Until next time…
The thought of insignificance is a significant one – no pun intended. We experience things only through our own eyes and we know only what our eyes tell us that we see. We hear only what our ears vibrate to tell us that we hear, etc. We know not of the other’s existence, but only that we exist and that he exists in our existence.
Our world is as small as our eyes can see and it can grow as we experience and traverse the land. But those small, “irrelevant” things in the scheme of the Earth may not be so irrelevant. I would posit, Andrew, that the irrelevant part of it all is the entire history of the Earth where humans and where life was not present. After all, how can something have happened if no life was around to experience it? We record history like no other living thing and we experience the past, present, and future like nothing else.
If there is a God, he is void of intention or of meddling in our affairs. I can’t imagine that a God would ever orchestrate the death of a single one of his followers, nevermind the suffering of innocents (dead babies, for instance). Things are the way that they are – you are you and I am me. We are humans and we have certain things about us. We see things certain ways and we understand things in others. We have what we have and that which we have is this moment. We have no more than now and now is the time – to do what we dream, to smile if we can, and to make sure that no second of any day goes wasted and that each and every person that we encounter is better off for having encountered us, too.
While you may portray things as irrelevant, as if your existence is minute and unimportant, i argue the contrary. We measure things in relation to one another and in that spirit I would argue that your existence is potent and massively important. There are plenty of people in this world that think the way that you do – not all of us are destined to fit smugly in a societal mold – or struggle to squeeze into one – many of us make our own destinies and live life in a different way with different objectives. I know that you can see this and I know that you will see this.
Expand your world – make contact with others, if only to know that the world is not so small as Myrtle Beach and Rhode Island, but that it includes Boston, or Prague, or Canada. And that all human beings, no matter their origins, bear the commonality of the human condition. Help us, as a race, meet our potentiality and settle for no less than what you desire and dream for most.