My philosophy

For some reason I thought that once I got to college I would never use Spark Notes again...and yet here I am.

I never fail to find joy each and every day, because I am forever being presented with the one true fact I have ever known about life: every little aspect of it is hilarious, because if you really think about it, each moment is, in its own special way, utterly perfect.

And that's why I'm laughing as I copy and paste information from Sparknotes so I can write a paper about a book I didn't bother reading, a paper I'll probably get an A on. I'm laughing because I was doing this same thing three years ago. I'm laughing because it's moments like these, moments when I'm back home smoking a joint with old friends, moments of skipping class to sit at the river and talk about life, that reveal to me the beauty of the circle of life.

The circle of life always brings us back to ourselves, back to the past, back to the present, back to the future. It makes me feel like I'd love to live forever if it were possible. When I ride ferris wheels I pretend the wheel will never come to that inevitable halt signifying an end to the ride.

Because to be a part of eternity is to see the true beauty of life, even if it seems like it's just a trick of the light. When you see the never ending circle that is the path of your own life, you see the deceptive quality within the anticipation of death, and how it's kept you from seeing the eternity within each moment you're alive. It's made you live like you were dying all these years.

I think that's why I sometimes feel like nobody ever fully understands me. I choose to live as if I'll never die. Death only means something if it has fear to thrive on. I live without fear of death, without a single thought of death. I choose not to believe in death. I believe in forever. I frustrate those who don't realize I'm simply living as if I'll live forever. I do it because belief in my own eternity allows me to take my time. Life in slow motion is painted in higher detail, each brush stroke singing forgotten melodies; one may gaze intently at a painting, but do they ever think of listening to it just as closely? Isn't that how someone first discovered the roar of ocean waves inside a seemingly voiceless conch shell?

When you live forever you learn to speak the language of everything...from clouds to the arcs of a skipping rock.

If I were qualified to give out life advice I would say only this:

Take your time. Why else would it be given to you? Take it, it's yours. It's up to you and nobody else what you use it for. Take your time. It's a gift sent by eternity.