fauxlosophical
In the mood today.
Another thought just popped up, about how life is just a Catch-22. When we were young, we had dreams. Many dreams. And we thought, "when I get older, I'm going to fulfill all of them." But life isn't so simple. The older you get, the more we become able to achieve our dreams. But in achieving the ability to fulfill our dreams, we gradually also lose our ability to dream. The more we can do, the less we know what to do. Dreams become lesser priority to the reality in which we face. Fulfill our dreams, or survive?
justin.
ride on.
I sometimes wish I was in a music video with loud blues music, in an old, beat-up car, cruising towards infinity down the highway, smoking 500 cigarettes without a care in the world.
Most of the time though, I wish I had a lot of money.
justin.
P.S. The thing about highways though, is that you have to end up somewhere. Right?
right on.
So I was just chatting with the Sage(Kenneth) and we came to the topic of relationships. And then this analogy popped up. The are plenty of fish in the sea, but we are in the middle of the desert. Apt no doubt. But we also came to a conclusion that even if we were near the sea, we wouldn't try to catch any fish. Basically, right now, we just want them to be there. And of course this leads me to thinking, how selfish can that be? We all are the main characters in our own story of our lives, but to others, our main character is their unnamed disposable character A. We don't all get the girl, because there are only so many female protagonists. Some of us get the unnamed disposable female characters too, but we all want to hold out for the best. Sometimes, it's just easier to realise that the best may not be for you, or that what's best for you is not the best per se. And honestly, I need to type out this last sentence so that I can remind myself in the future when i ever read this again that this is all just typing shit off the top of my head. If it doesn't make sense I'm sorry ok? 2 papers down, 3 to go, but I'm behaving like it's holidays already.
justin.
I would rather be in jail.
People have been dropping like flies recently. Healthy, even supremely fit people are suffering from cardiac arrests and stuff. I have been waxing lyrical about death being the achievement of the ultimate freedom, or making insensitive jokes on the topic of death. On further thought, I realised how easy it is to be treating death as a philosophical musing(or joke) when the one dying is not you. And it is not only the person who dies, but also hopes and dreams and plans for the future. It's never easy to watch anyone pass on before his time. If not for the potential of his/her life, then for the absolutely unnecessary grief that the family has to endure. To be honest, if death was really the achievement of the ultimate freedom, I'd rather be bound and chained in this thing called life for the moment. Thanks.
justin.
paradox, paranoia, para... trooper. whatever right?
Time passes too fast, but it also cannot pass fast enough. In many blinks of my own eyes(because I would be flat out lying or in a coma if I claimed only a blink), examinations loom round the corner. This is one week where Friday is not a fine and dandy and stupid inducing like a Rebecca Black song, but instead requires maximum effort and preparation. And another paper on Saturday as well. So as you(referring to myself when I come back and read this) can see, things are not going very well. I've never been good at preparations, and this semester is ever so important to keep my GPA up.
Which leads me to this next issue. GPA. What is it about these 3 letters? Why do they hold so much significance in a university students life? Grades, as much as they seem like they matter, only shows how much a student knows about a certain subject. It doesn't show how good he is at other things, such as uh, making weird fart noises with his armpits, or the manly skill of whistling with his fingers(I cannot do both). In any case, it appears that my life this semester, and for 3 more, will be all about GPA. After it is all over, the rest of my life begins. And then looking that far forward, just aiming for a good GPA seems quite fun after all eh?
In any case, I wish there were more time from now until exams, but less time from now until Sweden. Long story short, I need a fucking time machine.
justin.
wow.
Before you know it, the end of sem 2 is nearing, Sweden (and my term paper deadline) beckons. Say hello to a semester of travel, enjoyment, study (right) and a lifetime of debt.
