things were looking a little grim around here, so it’s time to expose the brighter, younger, unburned side of the figurative leaf.
impermanence is inevitable, sure, but life is too wonderful and precious to be wasted thinking about it ending.
so today i turn a leaf. after talking to an old friend about my recent encounter with death that left me thinking about life. he replied, “Life and what do you think?”
“ugh” i thought. what a vast question. i was unable to put into words what i was feeling right then. i was unable to explain that this life is the the only thing i know. i cannot remember being dead or in another being or in between. i have no recollection of these same molecules over the billions of years that they have been the exact same molecules (or at least elements… or at least atoms, or particles therein.)
“Life and what do you think?” i think it’s fucking weird and ironic and slightly deceiving. it’s hillarious and tragic and everything in between. life is what you make it. it is mostly in your head. the brain’s ability to compute and translate it’s experience is basically all that we have.
fuck. at least i am not dead. je ne suis pas mort.