I had an invigorating conversation this week.
The subject was time. Ah, time, what a fantastic philosophical subject to delve into. I felt right at home discussing with a, intellectual (mind you), class of my peers the subject of time. Hearing the opinions that everyone gave based upon the interpretation of such a broad term did just so, broadening a topic that is all but concrete. But truly, is anyone right about time? By this I mean will humanity ever be able to capacitate the infinite spectrum time encompasses? In fact, is it plausible to define time as another measurement of time: infinite? It is not this, however, that I intend to crack. The tremendous mystery of such a marvelous concept always and forever will be over the heads of not only myself, but by humanity in its entirety, despite the discoveries which continue to be made. Time is never meant to be discovered. It is a supernatural force that is only relative to the position we fixate it upon. I merely come to ponder how we spend our time.
On those merits, we are all in a deficit.
Humanity is in irreconcilable debt to time. Our perception is clouded with the false implication that time is plentiful. We have so much time to live out the dreams and fantasies, the human expectation that tomorrow is a guarantee. Yet, it is a cliche to suggest that each day should be lived like it is our last day. Yeah yeah yeah, I've heard it all before, and that's not the way to live life either, especially in the way that this statement is being interpreted. Living like it is our last day constitutes others to act reckless, without any concern or care of what consequences may be confined after the fact. This is the absolutely wrong approach to take life in. On the contrary, those who feel that everything will be done later are also subject to similar objectivity. We will do our chores later. We will find our calling tomorrow. We will change the world eventually.
Why limit yourself?
Act right now. It is true, tomorrow is never a guarantee. Only a fool finds this as motive to carry out acts of selfishness and anarchy. Do you know what I try to do every single day? Make at least one person smile. That way, if today is truly the last day, the fate that the hands of time have decided for myself, I am known for the simple action of a smile. Time will, assumingly, always be present. We, on the other hand, will not. The hands of time are always pursuing us until we slow down just enough to be caught, like an eternal game of tag. But should we live in fear of capture? Surely not. Instead, celebrate the gift of another second to breathe in the air for another time. It makes me wonder what humanity would be capable of if we did not rely on the future as we do now. A generation of laters...what about a generation of doers? Initiating the very first step to appreciating the full sentiments of life.
It's got to start somewhere, y'know.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Onward
This is going to be a very personal blog.
I'm finally 17. It really doesn't feel any different. Heck, I have slipped up and said I was 16 a couple times afterward. But since I've become older, I have certainly observed my current situation. Where I am going now, and where I will go onward into the future. I mentioned last week that I had one person in particular to thank for sculpting me into the young man I am today, and who will hopefully continue to mold me into an image of something that I can be proud of.
But then I realized something.
I can't just thank one person. I have to thank another. They're both family. And really, it's unfair to say that I can only thank 2 people in my family for impacting me so much. I want it to be known that every single one of my family members I love dearly, but I just feel the need to have to thank two people in particular. They've just...done so much for me. Sometimes I don't feel like I credit them enough for how much they've contributed, when really I am eternally in debt to them for being a part of my family. It's just something I feel compelled to do.
So, here goes.
Marcus, thank you so much for being my cousin. Like, really. Thank you. We don't really have too many heart to hearts or anything, but let this be the heart to heart if there ever needed to be an introduction to needing one. It's a shame to even call you a cousin. You're a brother to me. You've been with me for nearly 13 years of my life. Although age may separate us, I've always seen you as an equal. You've included me into everything you do, through good and through bad. Really, you've been a role model to me. We've been through many of the same difficulties, and it's been surreal to see us both transform as time goes on. You aren't the same Marcus you used to be, and perhaps that is for the better. You're off to college, you're learning how to drive, you're an adult. That one's really hard to swallow, because that means that I am next in line. It's a scary thought, that our adolescence is over. We're becoming more and more responsible for the big wide world that was once our playground as kids. I never want to have to leave the protection of childhood. Especially not without you. I have asked you of so much lately, and you have been there to hold me up. I know you have a lot of the same issues, and I wish that you didn't have to experience them. Neither of us should. It's an awful fate. But I know that all of this has made us both stronger. It hurts so much not being able to see you all the time, and even the times I see you I perhaps take for granted. You will always and forever be there with me. At least, I hope. I don't know what I'd do without you.
Thanks.
Lastly, but surely not least, probably the most I ever owe to any human being on this planet. Perhaps, they morph themselves into one collective being. At least that's what it seems like. Both have done just as much for me as anyone else has. My grandparents, particularly my grandmother, should truly be credited to turning me into what I would hope would be a respectable young man. Everything I do I try to do with the best intentions of both of you. It's a gift and a curse to try and do that. I let myself down a lot, and I feel like I do the same when I fall short of a goal. I'm sorry if I've ever disappointed you or taken advantage of you or haven't been good enough for you guys. Ever. You guys have taken me in as if I were your own child, and I'm still feeling the repercussions of that. The shockwave effect that you both have played in my life has gone for miles and miles, and will eternally continue. Grandma, especially, thank you for supporting all I do. Thanks for accepting me as a band geek, thanks for accepting me as an outsider in terms of my religious beliefs, thanks for accepting me in every blog that I have ever posted, thanks for accepting me for being what I want to be most: myself. I don't get that from a lot of people. No one else, really. Just you guys. You both provide for me a love which I can always feel in my darkest times and in my brightest. It hurts to think that someday I will not have you guys there by my side. Not being able to see where I may go in life. Perhaps not there to see great grandchildren that I will do my best to model with the love and compassion you have given to me. Just know that for as long as I am alive, I will do my best to attempt to give back to you what you have given to me. Perhaps that will take me my entire life. We'll see.
I just really can't thank you guys enough. Really. I love you both, and a blog post just isn't enough to tell you that. Thank you both for being in my life.
I'm finally 17. It really doesn't feel any different. Heck, I have slipped up and said I was 16 a couple times afterward. But since I've become older, I have certainly observed my current situation. Where I am going now, and where I will go onward into the future. I mentioned last week that I had one person in particular to thank for sculpting me into the young man I am today, and who will hopefully continue to mold me into an image of something that I can be proud of.
But then I realized something.
I can't just thank one person. I have to thank another. They're both family. And really, it's unfair to say that I can only thank 2 people in my family for impacting me so much. I want it to be known that every single one of my family members I love dearly, but I just feel the need to have to thank two people in particular. They've just...done so much for me. Sometimes I don't feel like I credit them enough for how much they've contributed, when really I am eternally in debt to them for being a part of my family. It's just something I feel compelled to do.
So, here goes.
Marcus, thank you so much for being my cousin. Like, really. Thank you. We don't really have too many heart to hearts or anything, but let this be the heart to heart if there ever needed to be an introduction to needing one. It's a shame to even call you a cousin. You're a brother to me. You've been with me for nearly 13 years of my life. Although age may separate us, I've always seen you as an equal. You've included me into everything you do, through good and through bad. Really, you've been a role model to me. We've been through many of the same difficulties, and it's been surreal to see us both transform as time goes on. You aren't the same Marcus you used to be, and perhaps that is for the better. You're off to college, you're learning how to drive, you're an adult. That one's really hard to swallow, because that means that I am next in line. It's a scary thought, that our adolescence is over. We're becoming more and more responsible for the big wide world that was once our playground as kids. I never want to have to leave the protection of childhood. Especially not without you. I have asked you of so much lately, and you have been there to hold me up. I know you have a lot of the same issues, and I wish that you didn't have to experience them. Neither of us should. It's an awful fate. But I know that all of this has made us both stronger. It hurts so much not being able to see you all the time, and even the times I see you I perhaps take for granted. You will always and forever be there with me. At least, I hope. I don't know what I'd do without you.
Thanks.
Lastly, but surely not least, probably the most I ever owe to any human being on this planet. Perhaps, they morph themselves into one collective being. At least that's what it seems like. Both have done just as much for me as anyone else has. My grandparents, particularly my grandmother, should truly be credited to turning me into what I would hope would be a respectable young man. Everything I do I try to do with the best intentions of both of you. It's a gift and a curse to try and do that. I let myself down a lot, and I feel like I do the same when I fall short of a goal. I'm sorry if I've ever disappointed you or taken advantage of you or haven't been good enough for you guys. Ever. You guys have taken me in as if I were your own child, and I'm still feeling the repercussions of that. The shockwave effect that you both have played in my life has gone for miles and miles, and will eternally continue. Grandma, especially, thank you for supporting all I do. Thanks for accepting me as a band geek, thanks for accepting me as an outsider in terms of my religious beliefs, thanks for accepting me in every blog that I have ever posted, thanks for accepting me for being what I want to be most: myself. I don't get that from a lot of people. No one else, really. Just you guys. You both provide for me a love which I can always feel in my darkest times and in my brightest. It hurts to think that someday I will not have you guys there by my side. Not being able to see where I may go in life. Perhaps not there to see great grandchildren that I will do my best to model with the love and compassion you have given to me. Just know that for as long as I am alive, I will do my best to attempt to give back to you what you have given to me. Perhaps that will take me my entire life. We'll see.
I just really can't thank you guys enough. Really. I love you both, and a blog post just isn't enough to tell you that. Thank you both for being in my life.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Selfless Promotion
Hello my readers!
This blog is not about me. This blog really isn't that serious in general. It's not even a Sunday! This certainly won't be a lengthly blog either, but I simply wanted to help out a good friend of mine who I feel deserves the utmost praise and respect, being a good friend of mine for a couple years now.
My friend Zach.
Zach has just started a brand new blog! It's always great to help promote friends of mine, and I figure perfect strangers have promoted me without me even knowing. So hey, I suppose I can return the favor, right? Zach's blog features his trademark humor that those acquainted with him know very well. A less serious approach than Catch 22, Zach observes some of the humorous and perhaps shameful things we see in our own lives and makes them into something we can all get a laugh about. This beautiful man is more than funny, he's a very deserving person and I would like to help him get out there.
So help him out!
Zach's blog, Ramblings from a Fat Kid, has just embarked on a wonderful journey. Give it a read, give it a shout out, make him a household name! His blog will also be on the side bar on the right under my favorite blogs. Perhaps if someone starts her blog again (you know who you are), I can add the count to two! But for now, Zach remains at the top of my favorites.
My blog resumes Sunday as always!
This blog is not about me. This blog really isn't that serious in general. It's not even a Sunday! This certainly won't be a lengthly blog either, but I simply wanted to help out a good friend of mine who I feel deserves the utmost praise and respect, being a good friend of mine for a couple years now.
My friend Zach.
Zach has just started a brand new blog! It's always great to help promote friends of mine, and I figure perfect strangers have promoted me without me even knowing. So hey, I suppose I can return the favor, right? Zach's blog features his trademark humor that those acquainted with him know very well. A less serious approach than Catch 22, Zach observes some of the humorous and perhaps shameful things we see in our own lives and makes them into something we can all get a laugh about. This beautiful man is more than funny, he's a very deserving person and I would like to help him get out there.
So help him out!
Zach's blog, Ramblings from a Fat Kid, has just embarked on a wonderful journey. Give it a read, give it a shout out, make him a household name! His blog will also be on the side bar on the right under my favorite blogs. Perhaps if someone starts her blog again (you know who you are), I can add the count to two! But for now, Zach remains at the top of my favorites.
My blog resumes Sunday as always!
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