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I miss so many people. Even the ones that hurt me beyond repair. I often dream of reuniting with them, all is forgiven, forgotten touches are remembered through physical reminders. I wake up so sad that those reunions didn't happen and never will. I've got to stop dragging the past around like a matching set of luggage. I don't know how, yet, but I'm working on it.
the rest is negligible.
I was born in Indiana. I've always lived here. I've spent a total of five weeks elsewhere, as far as trips where I stayed multiple nights. Two in California, one in South Carolina, One in Tennessee at Bonnaroo, and one in Denver.
I do like music. Lots of it. No point in listing that either. Reading is also a kickass pastime. My original and still favorite pastime is curling up or leaning back or lying down, or standing in line or sitting and eating.
The world got easier to understand when I realized that any one thing, myself included, was both an inextricable subsystem of a larger thing, and the conglomeration of its own cooperating subsystems. I cannot come to an exclusive conclusion regarding what "I" actually am. "I" am a beating heart, a layer of shedding skin, and a single hair on the back of my right index finger that's slightly thicker than the others, like an eyelash or something. "I" am the person with a driver's license and criminal record typing his thoughts into a website. "I" am a Western generation raised on out-of-control consumerism, technology, and viral pop culture. "I" am humanity's desire to express anguish, passion, and inspiration, to bring people closer together and make existence more bearable. "I" am the latest iteration of a self-sustaining biochemical pattern, composed of billions of genetically unique forms of life trapped within the atmosphere of a small planet. "I" am causality, probability, and uncertainty. I can be analyzed down to Boolean components. "I" am nothing. Now this brings to mind a much more important question. What are you?