The People.
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I love talking to people. People are so beautiful and different. For the majority of my life I've been so self-conscious of what I said, how I said it, and how it was received that I was hardly ever simply myself. Maybe it's the thought of graduating or the bigger dreams that have materialized recently but I just could not be bothered with the mask anymore. This is me, take it or leave it. The beautiful part is, I am proud to show you who I am. I feel aligned, as if I'm finally living and working towards a life that is in accordance with how I envision the world. It doesn't need to suit you or please you, but I want to create a ripple and shine light on anyone in need of some warmth. I come bearing gifts.
The begininning of Plato's Republic begins with Socrates and his elderly host. Socrates asks the man questions about death, and when the old man says the most comforting thing in old age is having good character, Socrates asks if being rich had more to do with his peace than it was being credited. This may be true, it may be easy to see a bowl full of cherries while I write on my Mac laptop laying on my cozy bed in Austin, Texas, but you've got to work with what you've got. And in my case it happens to be a lot. So let me share with you.
The begininning of Plato's Republic begins with Socrates and his elderly host. Socrates asks the man questions about death, and when the old man says the most comforting thing in old age is having good character, Socrates asks if being rich had more to do with his peace than it was being credited. This may be true, it may be easy to see a bowl full of cherries while I write on my Mac laptop laying on my cozy bed in Austin, Texas, but you've got to work with what you've got. And in my case it happens to be a lot. So let me share with you.
Momentary Clarity
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I get in modes where I can speak and feel the most clearly. It usually happens after an experience during the day made me feel momentarily "real" or alive or focused or whatever you want to call it.
It's been below freezing for the last few days after a period of hot weather which reached all the way up to the low 80's. The sudden drop was shocking. It was painful to walk anywhere even the mile to class and I wanted as little exposure to the outside as possible.
When I got home today I realized our house was around the same temperature as outdoors and fiddled with the thermostat a few times before coming to the conclusion that it was definitely broken. As I sat under three blankets in Ava's bed with warm tea and my hands barely able to work my computer, resentment seized my thoughts. I was honestly in a near state of panic, as I anticipated trying to study and sleep in the icy apartment.
After standing in the kitchen with Ava until the stove sufficiently heated the room to the point where I could feel my toes, the thought occurred to me, "people live without heat."
What?
It's been below freezing for the last few days after a period of hot weather which reached all the way up to the low 80's. The sudden drop was shocking. It was painful to walk anywhere even the mile to class and I wanted as little exposure to the outside as possible.
When I got home today I realized our house was around the same temperature as outdoors and fiddled with the thermostat a few times before coming to the conclusion that it was definitely broken. As I sat under three blankets in Ava's bed with warm tea and my hands barely able to work my computer, resentment seized my thoughts. I was honestly in a near state of panic, as I anticipated trying to study and sleep in the icy apartment.
After standing in the kitchen with Ava until the stove sufficiently heated the room to the point where I could feel my toes, the thought occurred to me, "people live without heat."
What?
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